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1 1st Hole of the New Year
2 A New Brand of Fucking
3 <center>A Word of Warning</center>
4 <center>Against The Odds</center>
5 <center>AIDS Benefit</center>
6 <center>AIDS Daddy</center>
7 <center>AIDS Love Story</center>
8 Asian Guy<o:p></o:p>
9 <center>Aussie from Toronto</center>
10 Austin City Limits<o:p></o:p>
11 <center>Baby Cakes</center>
12 <center>Bath House Pozzing</center>
13 <center>Beach Bum</center>
14 <center>Bear Loving Twink</center>
15 <center>Beggars and Choosers</center>
16 <center>Believe It or Not</center>
17 Birthday Ass Breeding<o:p></o:p>
18 <center>Birthday Boy</center>
19 <center>Boy</center>
20 <center>Brian from SMU</center>
21 <center>I Canâ€™t Go Through with This</center>
22 <center>Clean Cut</center>
23 <center>Community Service</center>
24 <center>Condom Nazi</center>
25 <center>Conversion Party</center>
26 <center>Converted</center>
27 <center>Cowboy</center>
28 Debasement<o:p></o:p>
29 Destiny’s Child<o:p></o:p>
30 “What the fuck are you looking for then?”<o:p></o:p>
31 <center>Dion</center>
32 <center>Dirty Ass Pigs</center>
33 <center>Do Unto Others</center>
34 <center>Donâ€™t Tell Anyone</center>
35 <center>Double Duty</center>
36 <center>End of the Line</center>
37 <center>Evil</center>
38 <center>Ex-Top</center>
39 <center>Frat Boy</center>
40 <center>Frat Boy</center>
41 <center>Free</center>
42 <center>Fucking in the Chapel</center>
43 Gang Bang<o:p></o:p>
44 <center>Gang Bang</center>
45 <center>Garden Center Cum Slut</center>
46 <center>Graduate Student</center>
47 <center>Graduation Day</center>
48 <center>The Great Mind Fuck</center>
49 <center>Habana</center>
50 <center>HIV Babies</center>
51 <center>Hot Fuck in a Theater</center>
52 <center>I Hate Latex</center>
53 <center>I Work at a Bath House</center>
54 <center>Indian Summer</center>
55 <center>James</center>
56 <center>Jason</center>
57 <center>Johnny VirusSeed</center>
58 <center>Joseph</center>
59 <center>Lame Cybersex</center>
60 <center>Lauderdale</center>
61 <center>Leather Soldier</center>
62 <center>Lust Connoisseur</center>
63 <center>Marky</center>
64 <center>Max</center>
65 <center>Medical City</center>
66 <center>Motorcycle Guy</center>
67 <center>Movie Star</center>
68 <center>Mr. Anonymous</center>
69 <center>Mrs. Roberta</center>
70 <center>My Best Friend Clint</center>
71 <center>My Lover Died of AIDS</center>
72 <center>My Lover (I Wish!)</center>
73 <center>My New Lesion</center>
74 <center>Neg Only Party</center>
75 <center>Next You Score</center>
76 <center>A Night at the Tubs</center>
77 <center>No Condoms, No Pull Outs, No Regrets</center>
78 <center>Not Too Shabby</center>
79 <center>November, '99</center>
80 <center>Nuclear Sperm</center>
81 <center>Obedient Slut</center>
82 <center>OHIO</center>

1st Hole of the New Year

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<! ** STORY TEXT GOES NEXT **> I dumped my first load of the New Year in a cum hungry hole about 3 a.m. on New Yearâ€™s Day. At an all gay New Years Eve party hosted by some friends at their home. Now I got to tell you, Iâ€™m not out as poz, which makes it easier to pump my load into certain guys on some occasions. The main theme of these parties, which our hosts hold every other month, is bareback. Any precautions any of the attendees take are solely at their discretion. Most attend a "social" at nearby bar the night before. To get to know each other. But Iâ€™m almost never able to attend because of my work (which makes it convenient to avoid questions about my status). Iâ€™d been doing poppers off and on had already been in the sling and had was out of Viagra. Without that, especially once my hole has been aroused, my dick usually thinks it has a free ride and doesnâ€™t even bother to get up. About 2 a.m. I attempted to give one of our hosts a load of gratitude. But as it turned out, my spirit was willing but the body was weak. These parties are held in their basement. The play space consists of a main room with a leather covered bed, and a chain link fenced off sling area with a couple slings and a mirrored ceiling, and a small separate piss play room with a sling as well as seat and tub. On going back downstairs after a smoke, I saw a guy in his forties, slim but not skinny, with a long ponytail. He was lying on the bed, playing with a his hard-on. I thought Iâ€™d like his cream up my ass, so I started to suck him, hoping he'd go for my hole. Or at least put a load in my mouth. Slurp! But beyond his obvious pleasure, nothing developed , so I soon tired of oral. I got up to give him a big kiss and head off for greener pastures, when ran his hand up my leg. â€œAhhh,â€ I thought to myself. â€œHere we go. This was more like it.â€ I gave him all the body language to suggest I wanted it up the ass, but he simply ignored it as his hand encircled my lifeless dick. I told him not to expect much, but he told me that it was fine the way it was and continued to pump it. I reached down to finger his greasy hole and my dick sprung to arousal. Not only did it get hard. It got purple hard. Realizing Iâ€™d achieved what moments before had seemed impossible, he said he had a nice warm place for me to put it. He rolled on his side so I could slip it in. Before long, I rearranged our position doggie style since we were losing thrusting power from sticking to the bed. The entire time there were guys watching, unaware of my status, but knowing we were doing it bareback. As I got close to popping I knew I wanted to cum in him. It gets pretty obvious when Iâ€™m about to shoot cause I get to huffing and puffing and groaning. He never made any moves like he wanted me to pullout, so on the shot-stroke, I plowed him as deep as I could, with all the force I could muster. After a few minutes to let my dick settle down and catch my breath, I pulled out. As soon as my dick left his hole, my energy dissipated. My head started to swim. The room started to spin. My vision tunneled down to all black, peripheral-like. I thought I was going to pass out. Now mind you--I don't do any party favors except poppers, and it had been a while since Iâ€™d done those. So I must have exhausted all my physical and mental energy in shooting my cum into that guyâ€™s ass. I donâ€™t have any concrete knowledge about his status. But with some guys, you can just tell. By their body language afterwards, fulfillment with a tinge of regret. I call it the â€œOh, what have I done?â€ mentality. Yes, I'm pretty sure heâ€™d been neg. c:\users\user\documents\216.246.54.218/conversionstories/zindex.html\A Bathhouse Here in LA.html <html xmlns:v="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" xmlns:o="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" xmlns:w="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:word" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"> <head> <script type="text/javascript" src="/static/js/analytics.js" ></script> <link type="text/css" rel="stylesheet" href="/static/css/banner-styles.css"/> <meta http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-15"> <meta name=ProgId content=Word.Document> <meta name=Generator content="Microsoft Word 9"> <meta name=Originator content="Microsoft Word 9"> <link rel=File-List href="/web/20071222181633/http://216.246.54.218/conversionstories/x191_files/filelist.xml"> <title>A Bathhouse Here in LA</title> <style> </style> </head> <body bgcolor=white background="/web/20071222181633im_/http://216.246.54.218/conversionstories/hivgray.gif" lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=purple style='tab-interval:.5in'>

A Bathhouse Here in LA<o:p></o:p>

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From my first encounter with two guys in a cube, I came away more horny and piggy than ever. I engaged in an orgy of sex in the darkened back room, where numerous Loads found my Target—so that the Tops navigating my Pussy found their Joy Sticks afloat in a morass of Jizm. You know how an Ass full of Cum makes that distinct squishy sound? Well, that fit me to a tea. I had taken between 10 and 12 Loads. Spunk clung to my Balls and dripped down my thighs, and I reeked of the scent of Poppers and Cum—the signature stench of a Pig Being Bred. <o:p></o:p>

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When I got home I went looking for more, and found a Twink, 25, online. He ate out my Pussy, fed it back to me in oral tongue lashings, then spunked me again. Because the Spooge in my Mancunt had ripened with age, the onslaught was more messy than his predecessors. My whole apartment reeked of Poppers and Cream.

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Before taking a shower, I squeezed out the Spooge—just to measure the volume—one viscous puddle, a full five inches across—a toxic potion, no doubt—the product of being bred again and again.<o:p></o:p>

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A COMMON MISCONCEPTION<o:p></o:p>

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One of the precepts of social protocol at the Baths is that it’s best NOT ask about Status. Yes, you may be asked to put on a Condom, but rarely will you be asked if you're POZ or NEG.<o:p></o:p>

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It's generally assumed, erroneously so, that POZ guys will either seek out other POZ guys or do without. Case in point:<o:p></o:p>

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I invited two hot Latino Boys to my room. They were Lovers, and had never done a three-way before. <o:p></o:p>

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We started off sixty-nining, and the older one whispered that he'd love to see me fuck his BF. <o:p></o:p>

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The BF in question was maybe five years younger, early twenties, slender, and really cute. I was all about tagging his Ass, so I mounted the Cunt. Just as I was about to slide in, he said, "Wait! Put on a Condom!" <o:p></o:p>

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I tried to hide my vexation, and thought I could start with a Condom and slip it off later. But once I had the Rubber in place, the Kid changed his mind, and wouldn't let me fuck him at all. <o:p></o:p>

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Frustrated, I made myself clear. "OK. I'm gonna to lie back and close my eyes. Either one of you climbs on my Dick, or there’s the door." <o:p></o:p>

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The Older One eased his Cunt down on my rubber-coated Shaft. Though the Latex cut the sensation, he made a valiant effort, rocking back and forth on my Rod, as his nervous Lover looked on. While the Kid was distracted unscrewing his Poppers, the Boyfriend slipped off the Condom and pressed it into my palm.<o:p></o:p>

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NOW THAT WAS MORE LIKE IT! I could feel his slimey Pussy milkin' my Death Stick. He whispered in my ear, "Bareback is Better!" and he didn’t know how right he was.<o:p></o:p>

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We switched positions so that I was on Top fucking him Doggy style, and he leaned forward and whispered to his young Paramour that it was cool cause we were doing safe sex.<o:p></o:p>

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The Youngster was getting fucked up on his Poppers, so he was slow to react when I pulled out of his Lover and plunged into him. <o:p></o:p>

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Between his high from the Poppers and the exhortations of his Lover, he was more amenable to getting fucked than before. He made a few futile attempts to see if I was still sheathed; but his quick-witted Lover arrested his hand, assuring him I was okay. <o:p></o:p>

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It didn't take long for the older Dude to shoot all over us, and my own Balls were tingling. I didn't let on as I began to spasm and spurt, so the Youth didn't have a clue I was breeding his Ass. <o:p></o:p>

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To top it all off, I made a great show of toying with the discarded Rubber, like I was rolling it off.<o:p></o:p>

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As they left, the Senior blew me a kiss. In response I ran my hand over his departing Butt. My lone regret was that I had only one LOAD to share between the two of them, and I hadn't bred the Elder, too.<o:p></o:p>

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Until now Iâ€™ve told the Truth when guys ask my Status. I'm a lousy liar, and it's difficult for me to fabricate. I donâ€™t look diseased, but Iâ€™m old

enough know better and should have wised up long ago. Itâ€™s nothing short of miraculous that Iâ€™ve survived these 16 POZ years, so I got nothing to lose.

So it was with extreme reluctance I revealed my Status to a recent Trick whoâ€™d confided in me that he was NEG. The first couple times he had asked me not

to cum in his assâ€”which no great shakesâ€”since he bounced around like a Mexican Jumping Bean so I could barely stay in him. Though I did get off on

fantasies of POZZING his ass, which I couldnâ€™t resist.

But last night, with my shaft buried deep in his cunt, and inspired by one hit of poppers too many, he bellowed, "CUM IN MY ASS! DONâ€™T PULL OUT!

SHOOT UP MY BUTT!â€

With his tight hole primed with ass juices, and my cock oozing precum, how could I resist?. It was FUCKINâ€™ INTENSE when I unleashed a tidal wave of VENOM

that inundated his Manpussy and sloshed down his thighs!

By late Saturday night my venereal appetite was rekindled, and I searched on the Web for BOTTOMS who BAREBACK. I found several candidates and told them I

didnâ€™t use Condoms, but neglected to mention my Status.

I chose a young lad who met my prerequisites. I got him on the edge of the bed and plowed his sweet ass. I penetrated his Mancunt with ease, slid down his

Anal Canal like a Disney Land Ride, and almost shouted an appropriate "WHOOOPEE!" when I came in an Avalanche. His Manpussy felt incredible, and it got better from there. We fucked through the night; and I OHHHHHHH â€˜d and AHHHHHHâ€™d with each load that I droppedâ€”till I realized at sunrise that I hadnâ€™t asked him his Status.

"YOU NEG or POZ?"

With his head buried deep in the pillow, he mumbled an incoherent reply.

â€œWHAT?â€

â€œI SAID Iâ€™M NEG.  HOW â€˜BOUT YOU?â€ <P>

â€œPOZ,â€ I whispered apprehensively.

"THATâ€™S COOL!"

I was shocked! Not only had my previous nightâ€™s Fuck been a BUG CHASER, but this one was, too. He told me that he was going to KEEP MY POISON JIZZ UP

HIS ASS ALL DAY. Thatâ€™ made me cum for the umpteenth time. It felt like NIH~AG~RAH F~A~L~L~S !

My mind reveled in the possibility that I was POZZING him, and I wondered what Iâ€™d been missing these 16 POZ years! It was so hot CHARGING HIS NEG ASS

that I convinced him to stay another half hour while I worked up a final death-dealing load. It was well after 8:30 when he departed.

The moral of the story isâ€”we all make our own decisions and live with the consequences. Sometimes the circumstances smack of the Predestination; at other

times itâ€™s clearly Free Will. Regardless, I gotta tell you, I had a Blast with these two BUG-CHASING dudes. Though them I discovered a new brand of

FUCKING. Anyone else wanna CUM over and BAREBACK?

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Some interesting thoughts on anal sex.

A WORD OF WARNING TO YOU BOTTOMS. Don't let a guy fuck you raw and then cum in your ass.

The feeling of a guy's cock spasming in your ass, that cum filling up the area around his shaft and making a warm glove that massages his cock as he shoots

his load deep, is an intense orgasm that he will want to repeat.

And once you've experienced that stiff cock pulsing and the hot cum shooting into you, you will want to feel it over and over again.

When he pulls out, you're gonna want to suck his cock clean, tasting that great cum as well as your ass juices, and you're gonna want to suck him stiff

again, so that as soon as possible, you can have that rod inside you again.

And when he slides home on that carpet of warm cum, and you feel how great it is to have a guy fuck you in cum, you're not gonna want him to stop.

You're gonna do everything in your power to keep that cock in your ass. You'll end up with your heels in his ass forcing him to fuck you deep and hard.

And if he gets worn out and says he can't fuck you any longer, you're gonna go looking for more.

If you're at a party, you're gonna lay there in the sling with cum dripping out of your ass and down your ass crack, and holler for another top to take his

place as quickly as possible.

Raw anal sex is addictive. Once you've had a man shoot his load in you, you  will do anything you can to get him to do it again and again, or to find as

many tops as you can to load you up, till the cum runs down your legs.

So don't get started on this unless you think you can have sex as often as possible, because that's what you will constantly want.

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A WORD OF WARNING TO YOU TOPS. Don't let a guy talk you into shooting your load into his ass.

The feel of your cum around your shaft as you fuck is very erotic and stimulating. It is an orgasm won't forget. After you shoot, you'll keep fucking as

long as you can, to get the feel of that cum all over your cockshaft, till the cum forms a white ring around the base of your shaft.

After you go soft, you'll pull out and ask him to suck you stiff again.

And then you'll want to fuck him again.

And when you slide home on that carpet of warm cum and experience how great it feels to fuck an ass that's been lubricated with your own seed, you'll want

to do it over and over again.

That warm ass will feel like a mouth sucking you till you want to spurt your cum. It's very addictive.

After you seed him as much as you can, and he's laying there in a pool of your jizz, you'll go off looking for another willing bottom to take your loads.

This becomes an endless search for raw bottoms to fuck. You will go to a party and go from ass to ass, planting your seed and feeling how great it is to fuck

a guy in another man's cum.

You'll try to find the guy that has the most loads in him, so you can plant another on top.

When you slide into an ass and feel the cum ooze out on your balls, and you can both hear and feel it squishing on your cock, you will want to pound your

load into him even more.

The feel of cum on your cock will turn you into a fuckin' machine.

So don't get started on this, unless you want to have raw sex as often as possible and with as many men as possible.

Raw anal sex is the most addictive type of sex. Once you start, you can't stop. You'll want to fuck all the time.

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Adam's Apple<o:p></o:p>

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Adam was a hot young man, dark brown hair, slim tight body, and boyish looking. My Bud and I noticed him at the Club a year ago. <o:p></o:p>

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Watching him and his partner dance, we couldn't figure out if they were Lovers or just good friends. Alan, my best friend, was totally smitten with the Boy and vowed, that by the end of the evening, Adam would be his. <o:p></o:p>

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“Nonsense!” I dismissed Alan's prediction out of hand. Now don't get me wrong. My Pal's a real hunk—tall, dark and handsome, mid-20's, and, incidentally, POZ—but sometimes a little arrogant. So I assumed my best I'm-from-Missouri pose, and leaned back as Al approached the Boy. <o:p></o:p>

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Now Alan's a great dancer, with natural style and grace. And as he started grooving, guys turned to check him out—including Adam. The Boy gave my Bud the once-over and returned the Alan’s flashy smile. The Kid's dancing partner grew testy at Adam's flirtatiousness and stormed out the door. <o:p></o:p>

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My friend smiled again at Adam, and soon they were dancing real close. Al whispered in his ear, and they headed to the bar. Several drinks later they came over to the table. <o:p></o:p>

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"If you don't mind, think I'll call it a night," Al winked, as he wrapped his arm round Adam's waist. Leaning over, he whispered, "Call me in a day or two, and I'll tell you how it all came out." <o:p></o:p>

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So what happened next? I waited 48 hours to ring up my Bud. <o:p></o:p>

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He said that the Kid was pretty inexperienced, but loved to booze it up. After a few drinks, some Ecstasy and Crystal—not to mention Viagra to keep him hard, the Youth was perfectly disposed for the ritual ahead.<o:p></o:p>

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I asked my Pal why he'd given Adam so much shit. He replied he wanted the Kid fucked up enough so he wouldn’t chicken out. And what exactly did my Bud have in mind?<o:p></o:p>

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Well, he ate out Adam's smooth Boy Cunt before fucking him with his fat Cock, using only spit for Lube. Then he fucked him good with progressively larger Dildos till the Latex came out bloody. By then The Kid was so doped up he didn't even notice. Alan proposed that, since the night was young, it'd be fun to hit the Baths. Adam replied he'd never been. <o:p></o:p>

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"We'll soon take care of that." So off they traipsed—and stayed till Sunday afternoon. <o:p></o:p>

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"And did Adam enjoy himself?"<o:p></o:p>

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"You shoulda seen the Kid. A couple gave him grass on top of all the other shit, and it was "Open Season on Adam" night. Man, was his Cunt dripping! The Kid could hardly walk by the time I dropped him off at home.” <o:p></o:p>

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And what of the Boyfriend who'd stormed out of the Club? After one humungous argument, they kissed and made up and settled back into a monogamous relationship. That lasted till Adam got real sick. Concerned, the BF insisted Adam see a Doc. <o:p></o:p>

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The Doc suspected HIV and his test results were POZ. The Doc, who knew the two of them, tested BF, too. The latter also tested POZ and got a wee bit pissed. They split.<o:p></o:p>

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Young Adam converted to a Top and became a fixture at the Baths. His sexy good looks and naturally seductive manner masked any indication of HIV. He and Alan became best of friends and team up each week on unofficial bareback night.<o:p></o:p>

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I met Brandon, a local guy, online. Heâ€™d made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING.

I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldnâ€™t be, because a Bottomâ€™s odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50,* so it was unlikely heâ€™d

ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck.

I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5â€™9â€, 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee

and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail.

A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my

briefs, to piss.

Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand

across my lips. We kissed, and his 6â€ slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs.

He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it.

Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and

not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me.

He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though heâ€™d used no lube other

than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure.

He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6â€ shaft,

glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me.

I knew the fallacy of â€œ1 in 50â€ â€“ the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum,

while others take a thousand loadsâ€”and nothing. Which was I?

I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would

spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground

away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me.

He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs.

Iâ€™d shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I

suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink.

At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. Itâ€™d

been just hours since Iâ€™d been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write

him.

The odds for a neg bottom getting pozzed:

1 in 50 per Dr. Jeffrey Klausner on Gay.Com,

   Source: http://channels.gay.com/health/hiv 08-08-02

- 1 in 200 in the January, 2002 issue of the medical journal "Sexually Transmitted Diseases" Source:

http://www.planetout.com/pno/news/article.html?2002/01/14/1

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Sometimes it's so easy to bug a neg. There's no challenge to it. But since every faggot deserves the fatal fuk, itâ€™s my duty to oblige.

I was at an AIDS benefit, and this young bartender kept giving me the eye. I figured if he wanted me to dick him, Iâ€™d accommodate. So I started a

conversation, and hinted Iâ€™d go home with him if he wanted.

He got this look of lust in his eyes, and I knew I had a taker. He said be off in an hour, so I waited around in anticipation of shooting a killer load up

his ass.

I had his clothes off in no time. He had a good body and a nice dick, but it was his ass I was interested in. The easiest way to get into a faggot's ass is

to rim it, so I went to work on him.

I had his legs in the air in no time. I spit on my dick, aligned it with his hole, and thrust my weapon inside his guts. He gasped, urging me to go slow,

cause he hadn't been fukked in a while. That turned me on, so I started to power-fuk him. I had one objective in mindâ€”to blow a huge load of deadly cum

deep inside his guts.

He kept stroking, and I pulled his hand off and told him not yet. He told me that most guys who screwed him came in a couple minutes. I said that I had no

intention of making this QUICK (which was true) and DIRTY--which was not.

I started to really plow his ass. I wanted to tear him up a bit. After10 minutes, I was ready for the kill. I asked him where he wanted it.

He said to shoot all over him, but NOT INSIDE.

That made me smile, knowing he wanted to stay NEG but was taking my poz dick up his ass.

"TOO LATE!" I said. He tensed in a last ditch effort to reject me. I shot what felt like a gallon of POZ jizz up his NEG ass. He went limp, accepting

the inevitable.

I kept fukking him, massaging my cum into his gut. He started stroking his pole again, and I let him. I flipped him onto his stomach, and slid my dick,

slick with poz cum, back inside him. I started pumping again, and 20 minutes later shot my 2nd load of poison. I glanced at my watch. Iâ€™d fukked him for

half an hour so far.

My dick came out pink--cum mixed with blood. I pictured my virus entering his bloodstream, which made me hard again. I told him I needed to dick him some

more.

The grimace on his face told me he was getting pretty sore. But my needs came first, and I rode his neg ass for what seemed like an eternity (but was only

30 minutes). I finally shot my 3rd load. His hand went back to his pole, and I let him cum. I figured he deserved that much. He shot all over his chestâ

€”hopefully the last NEG load of his life.

As I dressed, he told me heâ€™d never been fukked him like that before, and that itâ€™d been the best sex of his life. I agreed, but not for the reasons he

was thinking.

I told him to relax, that Iâ€™d get the door myself. I locked it behind me. I left him there naked, covered with his own cum, my deadly bug taking over

his body. Not bad for an hourâ€™s work.

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I was horny as hell and called up Texas. I asked how his Hole was doing. He allowed he was better.

"Would you like some more Poison?â€

"You won't tear me up again, will you?"

"Don't think I have to, do you?"

He thought not. He decided to cum over. We made out for a while to get him warmed up. I plied him with booze to relax him. He was really fixated with

the KS on my tongue, sucking and begging to see it. It didn't take long before he was all horned up and ready to Fuck. 

As he relaxed, and we made out more, I said, "Tonight I want you to call me AIDS-Daddy. You ready to ride me?"

He headed for the bed faster than a speeding bullet. We'd gotten mostly naked while we were making out, and it took only seconds to finish the job.

"I wanna lick your Ass Hole and make you feel good."

He whipped over on his tummy and proffered his Cunt. Over his shoulder he reminded me of my promise.

"OK, Baby Cakes, your wish is my command. Nothing but Daddy's Dick tonight."

I managed to blow two more POZ Loads up his Ass.

"OH, FUCK ME, AIDS-Daddy, FUCK ME!" he droned on and on. After he took my second Load up his dripping, sloppy Pussy, he

rolled over and popped a Load in my mouth.

"Are you AIDS Daddy's Poisoned Whore Boy now?"

"FUCK YES, AIDS-Daddy! ITâ€™S SO HOT THINKING OF YOU AS THE VIRUS. I LOVE IT!"

I told him I knew other guys who were into POZZING young Dudes like himself, and offered to set him up with a couple. That

got him all bent out of shape, so I let him blow another Load down my throat.

"YEAH, BABY CAKES, BLOW YOUR NEWLY POZZED JIZZ ALL OVER AIDS-Daddyâ€™s KS!" That drove him into a frenzy! I seem to have found a bed-warmer.

I gave him $50 as he left. He asked why. I told him its the mark of a Whore Boy to take money. And I only Fuck Whore Boys. That got him to thinking of a whole new vocation.

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I hit the baths Monday night and things were really dead. I counted a mere eight cars in the lot. <o:p></o:p>

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I had the good fortune to find an old compadre lying in the Sling. He's POZ. In fact, he has full blown AIDS. <o:p></o:p>

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What with the cost of Meds and the precariousness of his health, he only ventures out maybe once a month when he feels at his peak. He's extremely wasted and effeminate—a real mincing queen, but very gentle. I once observed him comfort a drunken boy who'd just been dumped by his Boyfriend. I watched as they embraced and he wiped his tears away. At that time I still didn't know his name, for all the years I'd seen him around. I guess that's true of many of my casual acquaintances. <o:p></o:p>

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Most of the guys avoided him like the plague. They bitched and moaned about him almost to his face. Yet I never heard him rebuke any of those Screaming Queens. I know I wouldn't have been so kind. <o:p></o:p>

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He climbed in the Sling—his Cock and lumpy Ass on display and up for grabs. I pictured myself kneeling down to lick his Hole, my Dick sliding in his Cunt. Yeah, I had a secret passion for the guy. How gladly would I have drunk his piss and eaten his shit to fuck his bony Ass.<o:p></o:p>

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I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. But not just yet. I didn't want an audience in case the guys freaked out (as I was pretty sure they would) and ostracized me as well a him. It was cowardice on my part, simply put. How I despised my wimpishness. I was drowning in my own timidity.<o:p></o:p>

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Reluctantly acknowledging there was no white knight in shining armor cuming to ride his haggard Ass, he knotted his ragged towel about his meager waist and smiled at me and everyone as he pranced past. <o:p></o:p>

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I decide to fraternize with the boys and listen to them bitch and moan about the dude. Cowed by my cravenness, I didn't say a word in his defense . Still I was beguiled by his she-male thing, the AIDS thing, the hole ball of wax. It made him seem so vulnerable and impotent—though impotent was hardly the proper term. But the character assassination never ceased, and it was not my part to remonstrate. <o:p></o:p>

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Before checking out, I searched the Maze for him. He was lying on a leather bench. I wasn't sure if he were asleep or waiting for his paladin. I couldn't deny I admired the man. It took guts to cum here and put up with all the crap.<o:p></o:p>

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I stopped and listened. I could hear the sibilant sing-song of his wizened nasal passages. Otherwise, it was deathly silent in the Maze. We were alone. What could it hurt? Why not? Despite the harangue, we were still two human beings in need.<o:p></o:p>

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Before I knew it I was beside him on the bench. I ran my hand over his thin body, down his scrawny back, over his bony Ass, and onto his emaciated thighs and twiggy legs. His skin felt more infantile than masculine. <o:p></o:p>

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In the darkened room. He squinted, "Hi."<o:p></o:p>

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"I'm John."<o:p></o:p>

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"I know. I'm James. I was getting vibes from you before." <o:p></o:p>

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"Good or bad?"<o:p></o:p>

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"The best." He drew up to kiss me. I pinned him down and frenched his teeth and gums—a warm, deep-throated, passionate exchange presaging things to cum. Our souls bared, our raw pent-up emotions boiled over. <o:p></o:p>

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I went on auto pilot, as my years as a Top ensured. No, I was not ashamed I craved his disease-ridden, effeminate Gay Ass. We kissed. I tweaked his Nips. I sucked his spongy Dick till it grew tall and proud. I licked his hairy Balls, savoring even the random, cloying strays I extracted off my tongue. My hormones raged. <o:p></o:p>

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I nudged him over so I could rim his Ass. I smelled the remnants of a recent bout of diarrhea and plunged on in. The Queer began to whimper which only served to whet my appetite. I rimmed him deeper, straining to please and compensate for all the undeserved ill-will.<o:p></o:p>

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"I'd love to fuck you."<o:p></o:p>

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"I'm full blown POZ."<o:p></o:p>

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"I think I know what POZ is all about."<o:p></o:p>

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It was then or never. "Might be better in my room. More privacy"<o:p></o:p>

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I squeezed his knobby hand and pulled him to his feet. Fleetingly we kissed again before I led him up the stairs and down the hall, past the TV Room where the guys were prone to congregate. But, like I say, it was a quiet Monday night, and the TV set was off. No witness saw us traverse the halls, which was just as well—for I wasn't yet prepared to deal with the ostracism about to come my way. The vicious catcalls already reverberated in my ears. You that hard up? You have to fuck that Sicko Queen? <o:p></o:p>

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I never once released his hand. It was like I was emboldened by his unassuming feminine mystique. I felt the certitude of one who's finally met his match, the paramour who was destined to become my live-in mate for the few years we had left. <o:p></o:p>

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I'd like to tell you a little story. It's about something we've all heard about and many of us fear. It's about HIV. How I went about converting.

Perhaps this is a little too abrupt for you, this blunt disclosure of my status. A lot of you get queasy discussing AIDS. If you are one of those, this

story is not for you.

My lover and I met about a year after I divorced my wife. Iâ€™d been browsing for a masseur. Iâ€™m not into paying for sex, but Iâ€™d been promoted to a

new position and wanted a special celebration.

Iâ€™ll bet you're saying, "His BF is a prostitute!"   Well, I didnâ€™t intend for him to become my Lover.  We hit it off and I wanted to see him on a

regular basis as a person, not a client. He agreed, long as I understood that he was a â€œworking boyâ€, and there could be no expectations, other than for

a mutual good time.

The early days were interesting. He was always on the go, doing tricks, clients, friends, fuckbuddies, parties, etc. Get the picture? It wasnâ€™t long

till I wanted more of him to myself.

Iâ€™d never had unsafe sex. Sure lots of straights and marrieds cruise the parks and bookstores, and get off on the sleaziness of cumming in any hole that

presents itself. I did get off on sleazy, but never played unsafe. Until one night, that is.

That night this sexy BF sat on my hard, bare dick. Maybe you can remember the first time you came bareback up someone's ass For me it was mind-blowing,

since Iâ€™d never done it raw. And, incidentally, Iâ€™ve NEVER used a condom sinceâ€”with him or anyone else.

He was ecstatic as my seed pulsed into him. I donâ€™t know how many times heâ€™d been fucked since weâ€™d met nine months before, but he was sure enamored

of my jizz inundating his gut.

It seems odd that I yielded so readily to unsafe sex, since Iâ€™d always been so careful with everyone else. He was blatantly promiscuous, and to me that

spelled â€œhigh risk.â€ Sure enough, a week later I was diagnosed with genital herpes.

My first thought was that Iâ€™d contracted it from him; but there was no way to tell, since herpes transmits so easily. I told him Iâ€™d have to lay off sex

for a while. He got checked by his doc, and got a clean bill of health.

Both our docs suggested an HIV test. We talked about what would happen if one of us came back poz. He seemed concerned, but not afraid. He knew the odds,

considering how promiscuous he'd been. I wasnâ€™t as unflappable as he, so it was great having him around to talk to.

I figured we were getting pretty tight since we discussed so honestly and openly the hardest things to share. Death and disease are not your typical

infatuation topics. That weekend we headed to Palm Springs. I got my results back the day before we left. His weren't due back for a week.

Iâ€™d tested neg. As I walked out of the doctor's office, I breathed a huge sigh of reliefâ€”but things change, and today I feel much differently.

Anyway, I was almost clear of herpes. I had been taking my meds regularly, and didnâ€™t think I could infect him.

Actually I was so horny to fuck him and cum in his ass, we didn't even check into our room. When we got to the Bed-and-Breakfast, we went skinny-dipping.

But I had one thing in mind, and, damn, if we didnâ€™t do it in the pool. That was hot! We had a wonderful weekend of laughter, love, and sex.

The week after we returned we reminisced about our trip. For both of us, the pool was numero uno. For him it was doubly memorable.

First there was a couple in the hot tub across from us whoâ€™d watched us fuck. So BF had a voyeuristic streak! I hadnâ€™t been aware of that or them.

The second was my BFâ€™s fantasy that I might be giving him herpes or he might be giving me AIDSâ€”his test results weren't back yet, remember?

It is one thing for two guys having high-risk sex to consider the possibility (no, probability) that they might infect each other. Itâ€™s something else to

eroticize about it.

Disgusting? Absolutely. Sick? Positively.

The only trouble wasâ€”that was my fantasy, too!

We got so horny discussing AIDS that we simply had to fuck then and there. We raced to the bedroom so I could screw him and eat my cum out of his ass.

After that we made a pact. If either of us tested poz, the one would pump the other full of contaminated jizz. If one of us became infected, he had a duty,

obligation, to knock up the other. How many nights did I fantasize about breeding him! To do so would be a dream come true.

As time went on, we fell deeply in love. Ours was always an â€œopenâ€ relationship that allowed third party trysts with whomever we wantedâ€”but afterwards

we always shared our dalliances.

Our lives became intertwined, and when I bought a condo we moved in together. But we retained a sexual autonomy most relationships canâ€™t stand. Our sex

lives were especially full back then. We made glorious love together, augmented by adulterous flings. Maybe not so much on his part. His escort work had

dwindled considerably. But I more than made up for everyone he didnâ€™t do.

It was during one of those dissolute affairs that I got nailed. I tested quarterlyâ€”not because I was scared of HIVâ€”but because I wanted to know as soon

as possible. I wanted it to happen. One morning I woke up in a night sweat and got tested the next day. I had sero-converted.

Can you imagine what it's like to hide a smile when your Counselor tells you youâ€™ve converted? I was neither sad nor angry. I was thrilled!

It was a lunch time Thursday when the Counselor told me. I rushed back to the office to call BF.

I couldn't wait to fulfill my part of the bargain. I got rock hard with an erection that could cut glass. I couldnâ€™t believe how wonderful it felt to be

carrying the Virus, with which I would soon infect my Lover. It gave me such an erotic high, I could barely function for the rest of the day. I couldn't

wait to get home to impart â€œTHE GIFT.â€

I leaked precum all afternoon, and took every opportunity to taste it with the knowledge that the BUG was present in that salty, slippery fluid. I knew BF

would relish it on his tongue and lubing his tight hole. When I arrived home that afternoon, I was greeted with passionate hugs and kisses at the door.

The Gift I had to share with him aroused us in the most magnetic way. We were so high with lust that we lost our appetites as our dinner conversation turned

erotic.

"I want my poison cum soaking in your ass all night. I've been thinking of nothing else ever since I found out. I need to breed you."

"Knock me up. Make me join the Brotherhood. P-l-e-e-e-a-s-e!"

Such were the sentiments we exchanged that weekend. We called in sick, so we wouldn't have to work on Friday.

We spent the next three days doing itâ€”in bed, the living room, the kitchen, bathroom and garageâ€”everywhereâ€”fucking and sucking. Barely a drop of

poison jizz escaped us. I fucked him 13 times. And, in between, I sucked him, he fucked me, or I ate my noxious cum out of his ass. He was sore and I was

worn out by Monday morning.

Although he didn't get his test results for several months, I knew Iâ€™d pozzed him. I knew it with every drop of caustic cum he took.

That weekend was 6 years ago. We frequently have poz and neg guys over for bareback sex, relishing each drop of toxic jizz we share. Do you believe in

reinfection? We certainly do, and it gives us special pleasure when the poz loads we take rejuvenate the Bug in us, despite our meds. Perhaps weâ€™re

shooting for a Superstrain.

I have not been ill with HIV-related complications. But BF was hospitalized once for loss of weight. Heâ€™s gained it back, though, and then some, and has

been healthy ever since.

Weâ€™ve never regretted THE DECISION. Our Conversions defined our lives and solidified our love. I still get hard reliving his. So we continue to share

the BUG. But thatâ€™s a story for another time.

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I know what I'm doing is crazy. Most guys would think I'm nuts to play unsafe. What would my friends think if they knew I let strangers fuck my Ass. But tonight tops it all. I'm still shaking from the adrenaline rush, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat.<o:p></o:p>

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It started off a typical Saturday night. My Boyfriend doesn't barhop cause he doesn't drink. Booze goes right to his head. So we watched TV. He went to bed early—cause he'd had a long day. I told him I'd stay up and read a bit. True to the course I logged on here. Every time I read the posts of other horny dudes, I become more and more of a Cum Slut. <o:p></o:p>

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I fantasize about getting creamed. I beat off to tales of Tops breeding Bottoms. I download all the bareback pics I cum across. But I was always concerned I'd put BF at risk. <o:p></o:p>

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I got an email from a Fuck Bud. Don't know his full name. We don't talk much. He wrote, "I'm horny—wanna fuck your Ass tonight." <o:p></o:p>

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I almost shot in my pants. I grabbed my crotch, but was a loss as to how to reply. My Lover was asleep in the next room, and I never go out once he's in bed. So I wrote back, "BF's asleep and can't leave the house. Been dreaming of your Cock since we last met." <o:p></o:p>

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I jacked off and figured that's how it would end. It was already 10 PM, and I'm usually in bed by then. <o:p></o:p>

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He responded he could swing by in 10 minutes and I could suck him off in his car. No need to wake up Boyfriend, and I wouldn't be away more than a few minutes.<o:p></o:p>

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I don't know why I said yes. I just couldn't think of a good reason not to. I was awake, and Boyfriend was snoring. I was horny; and he'd agreed to just a blowjob, so I didn't have to worry about playing unsafe. Not 10 minutes later he pulled up in front. He blinked his headlights. Quietly I stole out the door<o:p></o:p>

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His car was new, a BMW, leather seats and all. He already had his jeans unzipped and his Cock in his hand. He pushed me down by the scruff of the neck. I tasted Lube so I figured I wasn't his first that night. I went down on him to the pubes. I was so hot. I even tried to lick his Nuts while my mouth was stuffed with Cock. <o:p></o:p>

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A car passed by. Brilliant headlamps lit up everything up. I jerked up like I'd been shot out of a canon. It disappeared around the corner. Once again the dim yellow of the street lamps glinted off the dash. <o:p></o:p>

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He ordered me to get back down to business. I tongued his Nuts. I snaked my hand under his shirt and tweaked his Nips. <o:p></o:p>

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Groping my Ass, he called me his Pussy Boy. A neighbor walking his dog came down his sidewalk The mutt, sensing our presence, growled and barked. Startled, I jumped like a scared rabbit.<o:p></o:p>

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"Let's go inside," he said. "Too many disruptions here." <o:p></o:p>

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Absurd! Out of the question! My BF was asleep, the bedroom door ajar. But he persisted and pressed my palm against his pulsing Rod. I was torn. My Mancunt said "YES!" while Reason told me "NO!" Still, I was mesmerized by the hot, quivering Staff of Life I held in my hand. I wanted it so bad! <o:p></o:p>

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"Only take a few minutes. I'm SOOOO close. You're gonna be my Pussy Boy. You know you want it bad. Finish me inside. Cum on."<o:p></o:p>

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Compelled by sexual avarice, I'd been persuaded. I led him to the foyer where I unzipped him. The only illumination came from the kitchen. A predatory gleam sparkled in his eyes. He kissed me, spitting in my mouth. I knelt to suck him, but he pulled me up. Practiced fingers undid my belt. He sucked and licked and tweaked me into submission till all my faculties screamed for assault. He twisted me about. I shivered as his slimy Cock explored my Ass Crack. My knees buckled as he pulled me to him by the hips, his turgid Rod tunneling deep within my Cunt. He pumped me with slow, erotic thrusts. <o:p></o:p>

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"I'm gonna cum in you, Pussy Boy. You wanna get knocked up? That's good, cause I'm gonna getcha pregnant." His monologue barely amounting to a whisper, I wouldn't have heard a word he said if he hadn't been biting on my ear. <o:p></o:p>

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My Cock was rock hard. There was no way I could deny him. I couldn't pull away because his arms were tight about me. I was skewered on his Dick. I took his Jizm as well as any She-Bitch might—a POZ Load right up the old Kahuna. <o:p></o:p>

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I hadn't cum. I'd always pictured myself blowing a massive Wad the day the Virus entered my system. A milestone of sorts. But my engorged Cock still bounced between my legs—my Precum lathering about my Piss Slit. He pulled up his pants and patronizingly patted me on the Butt.<o:p></o:p>

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I considered asking him outright if he were POZ, but didn't want to risk awaking Boyfriend. Besides, I'd find out soon enough. Mulling it all over, I drank a coke and prepared for bed. <o:p></o:p>

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I stuck a finger up my Ass. It came out all slimy and gooey. I sucked it clean. I was in no mood for a shower. I spread my Ass Cheeks, studying my behind in the mirror. The Fucker had definitely bred me good.<o:p></o:p>

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I still hadn't gone soft, not even when I crawled in bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, next to my somnolent Boyfriend. Guess I woke him because he turned in my direction. His hand brushed my Cock. A man's touch never felt so good—except for HIM.<o:p></o:p>

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I was desperate to Cum, so I snuggled my Ass against my Boyfriend. Boys will be boys; and, as I hoped, he lifted my legs, and slid his Dick up my Mancunt. <o:p></o:p>

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Thank God for Lube! It masked my creaminess. It didn't even occur to me that I might be looser than before. I needed closure. So Boyfriend screwed my Fuck Bud’s Load deeper up my Cunt and blew his own Wad up my Ass. I sucked him clean and came on the sheets.<o:p></o:p>

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He fell back to sleep. I wasn't sure he'd even remember fucking in the morning. I cleaned up best I could. Two Loads, one NEG, one POZ, were swimming in my Hole. <o:p></o:p>

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I didn't used to be a Cum Slut. I used to play it safe. But I don't think I can resist if HE emails me again. <o:p></o:p>

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AMY'S SLUT

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I got out to take a walk and smoke and cruise the truckers in the lot. Cars and trucks were interspersed. The same could be said for many of their occupants—getting each other off in the dark recesses of the woods. <o:p></o:p>

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I watched a sated trucker haul ass outta there just as another pulled in to take his place. The driver smirked—his bod perked up—as he set his sights between my legs.<o:p></o:p>

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Our eyeballs locked, and he stretched to unlock the passenger side door. He pulled the curtains partly closed and peered out through the little bit of window left unveiled till our eyes entwined again. After a moment's faltering, weighing the pros and cons, I hopped into the cab. <o:p></o:p>

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I found him lying on his bunk, flaunting his hairy bod. I bent down to suck the Fucker off, milking his oozing Pole with my hot and slimey lips. Pulling off that funky, unwashed Cock, I tongue-bathed his frenum and his balls. He moaned and raised his hairy legs, letting them cum to rest beside my ears. <o:p></o:p>

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Fuckmeat to be sure! But first I wanted to—no!—strike that!—had to—subdue the Dude. I stripped and lay down on top him. Our lips collided violently. I spit into his mouth. He swished my spit between his lips like the connoisseur he was. I sucked the salty exudation from his pits, while my expert fingers made mincemeat of will! All the while my hungry Cock stabbed blindly at his Cunt. At the height of his enthrallment, in the throes of his ecstasy, I drew his hirsute thighs apart to administer the rimming of his life. Few guys, Gay or Straight, can withstand my hungry tongue; and his moans confirmed this Trucker Dude had fallen right in line.<o:p></o:p>

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"Flip over so I can do you right."<o:p></o:p>

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Compliantly, without a peep, he rolled over and offered me his Butt. On his right Cheek was this tattoo—two hearts and "Amy's Slut."<o:p></o:p>

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"Who's Amy? Wife? Girlfriend?"<o:p></o:p>

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"Yeah, but we're gettin' a divorce."<o:p></o:p>

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"Let me guess. She found out you fuck around."<o:p></o:p>

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"Hell, no! I'm the one divorcing her!" <o:p></o:p>

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I buried my tongue up his Mancunt and spit on his Pussy several times. I worked a digit up his Crack. I wanted him all slimey, wet and hot. Nonetheless, I plowed in slowly—letting him adjust. But all for naught—his well-worn Pussy could only have gotten that stretched out from years of taking Cock. <o:p></o:p>

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"She ever strap a Dildo on?" Insidious chat at best. <o:p></o:p>

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"No way! I was just her 'cuckold,' so to speak."<o:p></o:p>

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"Her what!?" <o:p></o:p>

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"She'd bring her boyfriends home and let me watch. Every now and then she'd toss me one if she liked the way I’d dressed--in heels, short skirt, and lacey bra with neon lipstick that smeared all over my face and on their Cocks when I went down on them. I'd usually cum away with lipstick smeared from ear to ear, Cum drippin' down my chin. I got pretty good at suckin’ Cock—if I do say so myself."<o:p></o:p>

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"Is that all you did--suck the Fuckers off?"<o:p></o:p>

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"I'd eat their Balls and Assholes, too."<o:p></o:p>

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"They ever fuck you?"<o:p></o:p>

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"The Bi ones did, and some of the so-called 'Straights.'"<o:p></o:p>

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"Bareback?"<o:p></o:p>

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"There were no condoms in the house."<o:p></o:p>

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I'd heard enough. After I'd nutted him, he asked me to suck him off. <o:p></o:p>

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"Sorry. I just shot. You better try the woods for that."<o:p></o:p>

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I dressed and left. I suppose he thought it rude of me—not to reciprocate. But, hey, you gotta do what's best for Number One! <o:p></o:p>

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When I got home, there was a message on the answering machine, confirming what I'd been suspected all along. At last I'd tested POZ! It occurred to me that could have ramifications for Amy's Slut and others of her ilk. So what? I mused—as images of those I’d fucked and those I still deigned to do flashed through my enfeebled mind. If HIV and AIDS is suits me, it’ll suit them, too—just fine! <o:p></o:p>

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Disclaimer: This story is presented as written by an unknown author and may have a basis in fact or may be totally fictional. Nothing herein is meant to suggest that anyone, under any circumstances, participate in, or solicit from, sex with anyone under the legal Age of Consent for Homosexual Acts in any jurisdiction.<o:p></o:p>

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I'm 19 and have been taking Loads for 4 years now. I started fucking raw with a couple of guys from my high school class. When my Ass got filled the first time I was hooked. <o:p></o:p>

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When I was 16 I discovered the hot times that I could have cruising the parks and truck stops in Arizona. Now I never turn down a guy unless he refuses to do me raw. I never really chased the Bug, but knew I would get It—and I didn’t care. I JUST WANTED MANCUM INSIDE ME. <o:p></o:p>

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I started whoring my Ass at the Baths, and averaged a Load a day ever since. Last April a Bud talked me into getting tested, and the results came back POZ. I never realized how hot it is to be POZ till I bred my first NEG.<o:p></o:p>

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I've been topping ever since, thanks to Viagra.. Since April I've topped 14 guys and only one ever asked my Status. Welcome to The Club, boys.<o:p></o:p>

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Asian Guy<o:p></o:p>

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I went to the Baths Saturday afternoon. It had been raining hard so there weren't many guys there. I'd been there an hour when I ran into this dude who'd screwed me before. He was fat and middle-aged, but had a nice smile and a cute Dick. He beckoned me into his room and fucked me as I leaned over the bed. <o:p></o:p>

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I went back to my room and lay down. An Asian guy wandered in and sat down beside me. I’d seen him around, but not for some time, and wondered what had happened to him. He was petite, small for a man, with an almost feminine frame, really smooth skin, and a mop of curly black hair.<o:p></o:p>

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"How ya doin'? he asked.<o:p></o:p>

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I sucked his Cock in response.<o:p></o:p>

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"Been fucked today?"<o:p></o:p>

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"Yeah. I'm still leakin' Cum."<o:p></o:p>

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"Lemme see." He hoisted my legs to his shoulders and rammed his Rod up my Ass. <o:p></o:p>

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"Man! Musta been quite a Stud! Ur Cunt's swimmin’ in Spunk!"<o:p></o:p>

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We hit the Poppers really hard, neckin' furiously while we fucked.<o:p></o:p>

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“You gonna Cum in me?”<o:p></o:p>

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“Want my Load, Baby?" <o:p></o:p>

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"Is it Dirty Cum?" I asked instinctively.<o:p></o:p>

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"'Fraid so, Dude.”<o:p></o:p>

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"So you're POZ now?"<o:p></o:p>

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He ground it into me and grinned. “'Two months to the day, Baby Doll.”<o:p></o:p>

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"You gonna Cum in me?"<o:p></o:p>

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"Only if you want it."<o:p></o:p>

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My head was spinning. I KNEW I WANTED IT, but was afraid. I was about to make one of those Life and Death decisions I couldn't undo."<o:p></o:p>

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"Tell me when you Cum," I whispered. "I wanna know.”<o:p></o:p>

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“You got it, Babe. Just wanted ta hear ya say it. Matter of fact, I’M CUMMIN' NOW!”<o:p></o:p>

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“Cum on then! I WANT IT SOOOOO BAD!”<o:p></o:p>

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His Rod stiffened and throbbed as he shot. When he finished, he kept it in me.<o:p></o:p>

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He pulled his Dick out; and used his finger to wipe off the Jizm off his Cock. Crudely he shoved his digit back up my Spooge-laden Pussy..<o:p></o:p>

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“Never waste a Drop. Give me an hour and I'll fuck you again. You'll end up sex-crazed like the rest of us—dying to breed. Hit the Clinic Friday morning; fuck like crazy Friday night. Never pass up an opportunity to POZ some Mancunt. S'what makes the Queer World go round. The Bug loves all Fags!" <o:p></o:p>

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He wrapped his towel round his thin waist, twisted my Tit so hard could barely suppress a scream, smirked an evil grin, and sauntered off.

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I wondered if HIV had affected his brain.<o:p></o:p>

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I made my way down the long hall past the racks of porn videos, paperbacks, and mags to the viewing booths. A sleazy, skinny, leather jacketed dude with oily, slicked back hair was checking out the Glory Holes. Without bothering to close the doors, he bent down to watch the fellatio and cunnilingus on the other side. He reminded me of several Gay acquaintances. My Dick bulged at the memories and current prospects.<o:p></o:p>

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I entered Booth 1 at the end of the long hall and was checking out the Glory Hole when I heard someone enter Booth 2. It was the Leather Sleaze Pig. He spotted me peering up at him, dropped his trou, and pressed his skinny withered Butt against the orifice. <o:p></o:p>

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I knelt down and got my tongue right up inside him. It rolled over the tiny lumps and sores around his Ass Lips and worked its way inside his Rectum as far as I could go. His Ass Juices dribbled down my chin.<o:p></o:p>

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I stood up and slid in him. At first I thought I'd missed his Pussy because it was so goddamn loose. I fucked his POZ/NEG Asshole and wondered about my Status. It'd been 2 years since I'd been tested; and in the interim I’d fucked a hundred times. Considering that I felt so out of sorts, I figured I'd been POZZED somewhere along the way. I wouldn't know for sure till I got tested, and I had no plans for that. <o:p></o:p>

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Watching my Cock slide in and out of Fuck Pig's Hole I considered breeding him right then and there. He'd already begged me for my Cum, but I wasn't ready yet. For the time being I was content to plow his Pussy and let him beg for more. <o:p></o:p>

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I'd purposefully left the door ajar, and a steady flow of voyeurs peered in at me. In their concupiscence, each nudged the door a bit until it stood wide open. And there I was—fucking through the Glory Hole for all the world to see.<o:p></o:p>

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I pulled out, knelt down again, and pressed my puss against the Hole. I again lubed up his sores and lumps, then rose and slid back in. So nice and juicy! Man, that Sleazy Cunt was fine! I love a well-used Ass like his—especially if I know it's POZ. <o:p></o:p>

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The Sleaze Bucket begged me to cum in him, but I had other plans. I asked if he were into fisting. He'd barely whispered "Yeah, I am," before I had 2 fingers up his Ass. He moaned; and I plowed 3, then 4 digits into him. His swollen Lips began to bleed. I eased my thumb in, too—up to the knuckles. <o:p></o:p>

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He was shaking and thrusting back and forth, imploring "Easy, Man!" But I had no intention of giving him a break and rammed my fist in forcefully. FUCK! HE WAS A SLOPPY, JUICY MESS! When I pulled out, I smelt of SHIT, but I rimmed his oozing, bleeding Hole like any self-respecting Faggot would. <o:p></o:p>

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I heard POZ/NEG inhale his Poppers as I slid my Cock back in. I plowed his Ass hard as I could, suspecting he was already torn up inside, but nothing on God's Green Earth could have deterred me then. I felt the Death Seed well up in me. Unable to contain myself, I SHOT. <o:p></o:p>

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Heading to the john, I smiled at how he'd gotten much more than he'd bargained for. Hell, maybe I had too—all those lumps and sores and SHIT! <o:p></o:p>

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Still, I know I'm destined to repeat this scenario countless times before I die. I acknowledge I'm a repeat offender. I love raunchy sex—the nastier, the better. The bottom line is—Pig Sex is what it's all about. When you strip away the subterfuge, that's all there is. <o:p></o:p>

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I'm a 25 year old Aussie in Toronto. I've been seeking out POZ Tops to give me The Gift; and,

tonight, I had my first offers. 

I invited over a Top who was unsure of his Status, but suspected he was POZ. While waiting for him, another POZ Top called me to hook up. Perfect I thought—a guy on the way to open me up, and possibly

POZ me, and second who’ll finish the Job. 

The first guy showed up and wasted no time. I sucked him off, and he bent me over and rammed my tight, eager Hole. He threw a good hard Fuck into me with

his 6" cut Cock, and blasted a huge Wad up my Ass. He cleaned up and left. 

Twenty minutes later the second guy arrived. He told me he hadn't shot in 4 or 5 days and his Viral Load was well over 70,000. Impressed with his Stats, I

took his Cock down my gullet. 

He bent me over. Greased by the Wad from my first Fuck, his 7" Dick slid easily in. Inspired by the Quality of the Lube I was using, he got really turned

on. He fucked me slowly and deeply, making sure his Cock went all the way in. He bragged that at Pozzing he was 100%. 

Now I'm seeking other Dudes with big Dicks and high Viral Loads to feed me their Strains.

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I haven't really been Bugchasing, but I have barebacked for the last 4 or 5 years. It's been over a year since I asked anyone his Status. Before I would only fuck with NEG’s. Now I'm not certain it matters.<o:p></o:p>
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I was visiting an ex-college-roommate in Austin. A couple of hours before driving home, I got an email from a Dude I'd been trying to connect with. He wanted to hook up. His timing was perfect. My Bud had left for work. I had the house to myself. I gave him directions and took a quick shower.<o:p></o:p>
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Now my Profile states "Unprotected/Bareback" while his says "Safe Sex Only," but he showed no interest in Condoms. He got between my legs, and lifted and spread them. On the pretense of leaning forward to kiss me, he ground the head of his Prick against my Pussy. SUDDENLY HE SHOVED IT ALL THE WAY IN! Keep in mind, he wasn't the smallest. I yelped and jerked and tried to push him off. I told him to slow down, handed him the Lube, and took another hit of the Poppers. He looked a bit miffed, but slapped some on my Ass Crack and shoved It in again.<o:p></o:p>
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He didn't put any on his Dick or even target my Mancunt. He knew I was hurting and liked it. He kissed me passionately and worked on my Nips. I was so horny, I let him to get away with it; but It never stopped hurting. I was getting a Royal Reaming Plus.  I kept the Poppers practically glued to my nostrils. He began to mumble in Spanish, thrust in all the way, and came in my Ass.<o:p></o:p>
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I shot my Load three strokes later, but I WAS HURTING! He pulled out, and I pointed to the bathroom. He cleaned up, dressed, and was out the door before I could say "Jack Rabbit." Then I noticed THE BLOOD. He had ripped me up good with his Huge Dry Cock. I was sore for a week.<o:p></o:p>
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As torn up as I was, I knew if he were POZ, the odds were I'd converted. To be honest I wasn't 100% certain I was NEG to begin with. I could have done without the roughness, as I was too sore to get fucked by some other Tops who wanted to do me. And I've since vowed never turn down a guy—NEG or POZ. But I've jacked off a hundred times since then, recalling the Dude who probably POZZED me. <o:p></o:p>
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Youâ€™ll be intrigued to know I had a very special Boy yesterday. &#8195 We originally met in an AOL chat room. 
Heâ€™s 22, sweet, smooth and slim, and goes to the University. &#8195 Heâ€˜s really beautiful; very full, kissable lips; super-soft, sweet buns&#8212with a
respectable Hard-On. 
I came home from the Dentist yesterday; and I thought Iâ€™d use the opportunity to renew my infection. &#8195 I figured anyone with the Bug could reinfect
me through my tender gums. &#8195 So when I found him online, I invited him over. &#8195 After the fact, I asked if he were POZ; and he was super-sure that
he wasnâ€™t, which was disappointing. &#8195 But, Hey, Iâ€™d already extended the invitation. 
When he got here and entered the NAKED ZONE, which is any place beyond the front room, he stripped and almost climbed on my Dick. &#8195 I wasnâ€™t ready for
that, so I kissed him to calm him down, knowing full well he was going to get some of the shit from the Dentist. &#8195 The Punk sucked on my gums like he'd
never been kissed before. 
I got him to the bed, and tossed him down with more force than I intended. &#8195 I think I stunned him. &#8195 Immediately I started rimming his Ass like
he had been trying to cleanse my tonsils moments before. 
As he spread his legs to accommodate me, I reached around to feel his considerable Piece. &#8195 I must have made Love to his Hole for half an hour. &#8195
His Ass Tissues had started to swell, and he was bleeding a little from the Workout. &#8195 Fine. &#8195 Now for the Next Step. 

â€œYOU LIKE TO GET FUCKED?â€ 

â€˜ONLY BAREBACK.â€ 
â€œYOU GOT A DEAL.â€ 

â€œWould you like a small Dildo to help open you up? â€œ

â€œYeah, letâ€™s try it!â€ 
I have this ridged Dildo that invariably roughens Ass Tissue. &#8195 In a very short time, his Pretty Little Mancunt would be speckled with Blood. &#8195 I
placed the Dildo on the ridge of his Pussy and RAMMED IT IN UP TO THE HANDLE. 
The Dude screamed. &#8195 (I'm not really into inflicting pain.) 
â€œSorry, Baby Cakes. &#8195 Iâ€™ll more careful next time.â€ 
â€œMaybe itâ€™d be better if I rode you.â€ &#8195 And he mounted me. 
All of a sudden, the Neurotic Bitch couldn't get enough. &#8195 He slid back on my Shaft like he'd been waiting his whole Life for that moment. &#8195 I
hardly had to move. &#8195 He was all Rhythm and Gyration and Bucking and Humping&#8212Iâ€™d created a Monster! 
Suddenly the moment of Climax was upon us. 
"Iâ€™M CUMMIN!" &#8195 I half expected him to slide off me with that WARNING. &#8195 Instead, he grabbed my hips so I couldnâ€™t pull out and rammed his Ass
back down on my Dick. &#8195 I exploded like I hadnâ€™t in weeks&#8212all over his bloody Ass Walls. &#8195 I was stunned, but at least he took the
choice out of my hands. 
THE KID WAS WEEPING. &#8195 WHAT THE FUCK? 
He pulled off my Dick. &#8195 As I reached for a clean towel to wipe up the excess Cum and Lube, he slipped off my Rod and kissed me passionately. 
"YOU'RE POZ, AREN'T YOU?" &#8195 He was still weeping, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out where he was cumming from. 

"I'm afraid so, Baby Cakes. &#8195 But you never asked.â€ 

"YOU REALLY ARE POZ, AREN'T YOU?" 
"Yes," I assured him, "100% POZ." 
Suddenly his tears came in buckets. 
"Oh thank you so much. &#8195 Thank you. &#8195 Thank you.â€ 
"OK, Baby Cakes, but I donâ€™t get it.." 
â€œI want to Cum in your mouth. &#8195 I wanna make you as happy as youâ€™ve just made me. &#8195 BLOW ME, PLEASE! Take my Cock down your throat. &#8195 I
wanna explode in your mouth&#8212like you did in my Hole.â€ 
I thought&#8212this is a guy I can work with. 
When he finally collapsed on the bed, I gathered him in my arms and kissed him. 
"You got more than you bargained for tonight, Baby Cakes.â€ 
"BUT I DIDN'T GET ANYTHING I DIDN'T WANT." 
Iâ€™d been planning a Mind Fuck about POZZING him, only to find out the little Fuck was a CHASER! 
"I THINK Iâ€™M IMMUNE. &#8195 NO MATTER HOW MUCH I FUCK OR WITH WHOM, MY TEST RESULTS ALWAYS CUM BACK NEG." 
"Well, Baby Cakes, letâ€™s see if we can change that. &#8195 I wanna see you again, and I got friendsâ€¦. &#8195 I pledged my continued support in a new
personal campaign to POZ THE NEEDY.

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I led my buddies in a bathhouse pozzing of a little college junior who stumbled onto our little group. He was about to graduate big time, but didnâ€™t know
it yet. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. We sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into submission, and then injected him with 6 poz loads. 
Let me tell you how itâ€™s done. 
It all started a year ago as 3 of us Gift Givers bemoaned our lack of new meat. We watched the young colts on the dance floor and tried to pick out the guys
who hadn't barebacked yet but were ready for it. A couple of us would approach them and make a date to meat them later at the baths. 
Few asked our status, and we told those who did thereâ€™d be some Poz guys around, so be sure to look for us. We never said we were Neg. They just assumed.

Weâ€™d approach 5 or 6 guys in a night, and usually 2 or 3 showed up. So far we have a perfect record. Not one has ever escaped Poz injection. 
Things didn't work out so well that night though. We wound up with 6 guys, all Poz. 
We left the door to our room open to draw in passers-by. And this little college stud, who just happened to be at the baths that night, paused outside our
door to watch. I invited him in. 
At first I figured he was Poz cause he had this cross tattooed on his bicep that we mistook for a â€œPLUS (+).â€ He turned out to be a fairly apt sucker and
a decent top, but got kind of skittish when we tried to mount him. 
While he was off at the can I suggested that maybe he was Neg. When he returned, I casually turned the conversation to his status, and he confirmed my
suspicion. 
Within seconds we had him surrounded and teased and tousled him. Six lips, 6 tongues, 60 fingers went to work him over. No man could resist what we did to
him. He got to thinking with his dick and not his head. He didnâ€™t even consider leaving or telling us to ease off, he was enjoying it so much. 
Two guys knelt on either side of him, holding him up. Two worked his tits while another kissed him, and a 4th sucked his dick. I had his hips hoisted up to
my face with his sweet thighs slung over my shoulders. I lubed his hole with my spit as I alternately rimmed and finger-fucked him. 
He started moaning, and I coaxed him for permission. 
â€œLike That?â€ 
â€œYou Are One Hot Stud, You Know.â€ 
â€œLike My Fingers in Your Hole?â€ 
â€œFeel Good? 
â€œIâ€™d Like to Put My Dick In There.â€ 
We probed and licked and sucked him into acquiescence. He got to the point where he couldnâ€™t take it any more. 

Two of our guys cradled him, while the others continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick him to death. I hooked his legs around my waist and rode into him with a

long deep thrust. 
Iâ€™ve done some kickboxing and have fairly powerful legs and a muscled ass. So I can get real forceful if I want. Resistance is not an option. 
I was so hot I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye so heâ€™d remember the exact moment heâ€™d taken his first poz load. I bent forward and kissed
him and whispered I was cumming. 
He knew he shouldnâ€™t be doing this, cause he averted his gaze and closed his eyes as I shot my poz seed into him. 
Once he had my load in him, he took the others a lot easier. With my 2nd buddy he didnâ€™t turn his head, and when the last 3 guys seeded him he maintained
eye contact with his fukkers. 
I joined the others in keeping him aroused as each my buddies shot their virus into him. The 3rd and 4th guys pulled out with traces of pink on their
poles, which they pointed out to us. On last two the pink had turned to brown and red. It was really quite a game. Like hunting season. 
After we all had our crack at him, I buried my tongue deep in his nuts and coaxed his eruption down my throat. 
Off he went to the showers one satisfied, sore, and hopefully pozzed little fuk. Mission accomplished, the rest of us dressed. Weâ€™ve been back to the
Club several times since then, and I havenâ€™t seen him around. I think I will though, sooner or later. After he adjusts to his condition. Then Iâ€™ll ask
him to join us. Heâ€™ll be a great drawing card heâ€™s so cute.

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I woke up horny that morning. I needed a NEG ass to breed. I hit the beach around 10:30, in hope of finding someone. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been overcast and cool
since sunrise, and foggy and downright cold on the beach. There were only a few guys around. One dude wore only his trunks, and those riding low enough
that I could see his inviting Ass crack. I approached him from behind and sat down. 
Ã¢â‚¬Å“HowÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the water?Ã¢â‚¬Â 
"Lousy. And it's cold out hereÃ¢â‚¬Â 
We made small talk. I could tell by the way his nipples stood at attention, he was chilled. I decided to get to the point. 
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ever been blown?Ã¢â‚¬Â 
"I could do with a BLOW JOB. I love to get SUCKED. Got any Vodka?" 
"At the house. You're too young to buy the stuff, aren't you?" 
He allowed that he was. Age was not an issue with me. 
He was the perfect candidate&#8212a cocky young Stud dying to BE POZZED. He was about 5'10 or so, with nut brown skin from a summer in the sun. Nice
features. Traces of serious body hair from the top of his shorts, up to, and covering, his chest. This was going to be&#8212FUN. 
Ã¢â‚¬Å“That'll be $75&#8212in advance.Ã¢â‚¬Â That sealed the deal. At that price, the Fucker deserved to get POZZED. He was nothing but an overpriced
Whore. I figured I might go for a full refund later. 
All the way to the house he allowed as to how none of his girlfriends gave Head as good as the worst of the Faggots heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been with. Often he fucked
them for good measure, simply because they wanted it As sexually active as he was, I got hornier by the second&#8212anticipating wasting a guy who could
spread my Bug all over the beach. It was 11:30. 
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left the back door ajar to get in unobserved if I succeeded in finding a Trick. I didn't have to carry him in, but he needed some guidance. Once
inside, with the door closed, I told him to get out of his trunks and warm up. 
"Vodka, man. And a beer, too." 
"CuminÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ up." 
While I got his libations, I checked out the damage the cold had done to his privates. The warm air in the house would remedy that. It soon became
apparent the Punk was into some serious drinking. I sat beside him and played with his Nuts. He asked when I was going to Blow him. He was shit-faced by
then. In no time I had him hard. But I didn't want him cumming too soon, a problem inherent with the young. 
"Ever been RIMMED?" 
"What's that?" 
"RIMMING? I eat your Ass." 
"OH GOD, NO! &#8195 !!!GROSS!!!" 
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think you might like it. Most guys do. Makes a guy feel superior to the Queer with his tongue up your Ass.Ã¢â‚¬Â 
He thought he might try it, so I soon had him in the BR on his tummy. I went to work on his backside. 
The alcohol had combined with whatever else he had in his system, so that he was pretty much putty in my hands. When he was fully relaxed, I struck
swiftly. I plowed my deadly Dick up his Hole. It was a tight fit, and he summoned what little consciousness he had left to protest. 
"Relax, Kid, you're mine now. This is one Rimming youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll never forget."
"What the Fuck are ya doin?" What ya got in me? One of your fuckinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ faggoty Dildos?" 
"NO MAN, THIS IS ME&#8212LIVE AND IN PERSON. MY SHAFT, MY COCK, MY DICK, MY FUCKTOOL. AND THIS TIME YOUÃ¢â‚¬â„¢RE THE ONE GETTINÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ SCREWED. "
He freaked, and squirmed valiantly. Considering he was no larger than I, he was shackled by none other than his own discombobulated state of inebriation.

I rocked in him gently, pulsing ever so slightly. He relaxedÃ¢â‚¬â€I supposed hoping itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d hurt less. BUT HE WAS FUCKED. I tried talking to him,
but he was orbiting Mars. 
"This is your Death Fuck. I'm giving you AIDS. This time the Faggot is screwing You." 
He never heard a word I said. Over and over I repeated myself. Nothing I said had any impact. At least I was telling him the GOD HONEST TRUTHÃ¢â‚¬â€I
was POZZING HIM and he was GOING TO DIE. 
I felt myself swell and explode. My Nuts drained everything they had and more. I lay there with my shriveled Cock up his Ass, cause I knew it
would be a while before he woke up. I let my Seed sink deep up into his guts and penetrate his ass walls. I didn't want It dripping out later. All heÃ¢â
‚¬â„¢d feel when he woke up was a little soreness, and wetness where my tongue had lubed his Mancunt. 
When I pulled out, I got a wet cloth and cleaned up his Butt. It was a little red. I put ointment on it, so he wouldn't be aware of the soreness.
Eventually I was able to shake him awake enough to get him rolled over and finish the work I'd begun. In no time at all, heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d Cum in my mouth. 
"Man, my head is fucked up. Take me back to the beach." 
"Sure thing. Did you have fun, though?" 
"Loved the Rimming, man. But you're a crazy Dude, trying to screw me like that." 
"You should try it sometime when your sober." 
"No way, Man. Take me back to the beach." 
"Have it your way." 
Considering his state of inebriation, I had a hard time getting him into clothesÃ¢â‚¬â€and retrieving the $75 he owed me. We headed to the car, and I got
him into the back seat. He rambled on about how he loved Fucking, and wondered if it hurt the girls when he fucked them. No doubt he was recollecting his
own copulation a short time ago. 
By the time we got back to the beach, he was nodding. He dragged his Ass out of the backseat, approached the water, and sank down to slumber. I returned to
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You asked me about the last time I POZZED a NEG Hole. &#8195 I was on a business trip and on the lookout for a Bear Loving Twink. &#8195 I found a Kid on
Gay.Com whose handle was "Boy4Bear." &#8195 When I clicked on his link, I was pleased to find a nice slender Dude&#8212from my perspective, the perfect
Ass to breed. 
We met at the local Gay Bar where I plied him with double screwdrivers. &#8195 He said he didn't drink much, so he liked drinks that tasted sweet. 
His web pic didnâ€™t do him justice. &#8195 He had dimples. &#8195 His hair was more tousled; his eyes, hazel-brown. &#8195 He was shorter than I
supposed, maybe five-six. &#8195 And he had an awesome smile that made him look younger than twenty. 
It wasn't long till I was stuffing my hairy paw down his pants. &#8195 I couldn't get my finger in his Hole with his waistband so tight, so I had to settle
for a little Grab-Ass. &#8195 Anytime I got my thumb near his Crack, he wriggled a bit, so I figured I'd have my Dick in him by morning. 
"Boy, your Hole has Daddy Hot to Trot. &#8195 You ready?" 
"I like Daddies," he said evasively, as the throbbing erection beneath his shorts belied his passion. 
"I do believe youâ€™re a Bad Boy." 
I'm not big on Role Playing, but the little Cunt seemed well worth it. &#8195 I squeezed his Ass; and he squirmed again, and closed his eyes as his lips
puckered into an â€œOh!â€ 
"Up, Boy. &#8195 Time to go." 
When he arose, he wobbled a bit; so I took his arm to guide him out of the bar. 
Outside, I wanted to see how far I could go, so when we turned the corner, I pushed him up against the building, and thrust my hand down his shorts and my
finger up his Cunt. 
How he howled, that Punk, so I grabbed his chin and buried my tongue deep down his throat. &#8195 His muffled cries reverberated in my mouth as I worked my
sharp nail around in his Pussy. &#8195 He whimpered. 
"MY CAR&#8212NOW, BOY." 
Silently he accompanied me to the van. &#8195 He was too drunk to resist, and his Cock was doing his thinking. 
Inside I started my verbal assault&#8212NAUGHTY BOY, NASTY BOY, BOY WHO DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED. 

He replied in all the right ways. 

â€œYes, Daddy! Yes, Sir!â€ and the ilk.
At the hotel I asserted that Bad Boys donâ€™t deserve to wear clothes. &#8195 He took the hint and stripped without further admonition. &#8195
Apparently heâ€™d been down that road before. &#8195 I noticed he had just a little splodge of hair on his chest, a smidgen on his belly, and on his pubes.
&#8195 He was very cute, and made my Cock twitch. &#8195 He was barely standing under his own power when he pulled his socks off. 
"Come here, Boy." 
I laid him across my lap, his Boy Dick pressed into my jeans, and spanked his sweet Ass. &#8195 How the little guy yelped! &#8195 So I shoved his briefs
in his mouth and resumed spanking, every five seconds or so, until I had his Ass crimson. 
I told him to get up and suck Cock. &#8195 Relieved, he pulled out the Jockeys and fumbled his way into my jeans. &#8195 My Shaft sprang to attention as
he guzzled the Head. &#8195 My Dickâ€™s thicker than most, but average in length. &#8195 I grabbed him by the hair, and shoved my Rod down his throat.

How the Punk thrashed and gagged! &#8195 God, I love that! &#8195 When I finally let him go, he fell on his Ass, his eyes wet. &#8195 From then on,
the Youth hadnâ€™t a ghost of a chance. &#8195 The sight of him prostrate on the carpet before me aroused me too much. 
I grabbed him, flipped him over, and rammed my spit-slickened Shaft up his Ass. &#8195 He almost managed to yell, but was still out of breath. &#8195 I
pulled out a little and plowed back in, covering him with my bulk. &#8195 I could feel his NEG sphincter clutch at my Dick. &#8195 It was a wet and wild
feeling. &#8195 He was my naked little Boy Whore, to do with as I wished. &#8195 And I wished to alter his life forever. &#8195 So mercilessly I
hammered his Hole. 
He kept uttering expletives of discomfort . &#8195 "Fuck! Ow! No! Wait!â€ &#8195 It wasnâ€™t long before I shot up his Ass. &#8195 Only when it was
over did I realize I was sperming a Hole, whose Status was Unknown. &#8195 For me, thatâ€™s a no-no. 
I collapsed on him, and he was panting hard. &#8195 I let him catch his breath. &#8195 I pulled out, and he rolled over to face me. 
"YOUâ€™RE NEG, RIGHT, BOY?" 
"Yeah." 
â€œJust checking.â€ 
He wasn't hard anymore, because heâ€™d Cum on the carpet. 
"You like it that way, Boy?" 
Looking away, he said, "My head's spinning." 
I laughed and said, "Beddy Bye." 
I stripped, and we crawled beneath the covers. &#8195 After a while, he was a little more lucid. &#8195 We didn't sleep much. &#8195 I'd be drifting
off, and he'd suck my Cock. &#8195 Or I'd get horny and finger his Hole. &#8195 In the morning, I woke up him with a grope. 
"Daddy wants to Fuck You again." 
I shoved my thumb up his Pussy and he buried his screams in the pillow, but didn't protest. &#8195 He was shaking, so I knew his pain was for real. &#8195
But like a good little Trooper, he was bound and determined to take it. &#8195 I wondered if heâ€™d have been as accommodating if he knew the secret
ingredient in my Cum. &#8195 But that was for me to know and him to find out. 
I spread his knees, as far apart as I could and plowed into his DRY MANPUSSY. &#8195 It was a little uncomfortable for me, not to mention for him; but
SPERMING HIS NEG MANCUNT had me highly aroused; and between my bloody thumbnail and my Precum, he was nicely "lubed up." 
I had him where I wanted, debasing him all that I could. &#8195 I called him every name in the book&#8212Whore, Slut, Sack of Shit, while I plowed his NEG
Manpussy. &#8195 He tossed and turned, biting his lip, pressing one side of his face in the pillow, then the other. 
I committed myself to ravaging this Sacrificial Lamb&#8212the Kid himself mattered little. &#8195 Cheap Tricks like him are a dime a dozen. &#8195 But
theyâ€™re Natural Breeders. &#8195 With his Youth and Good Looks, he could spread as much Bug in a month as I might in a year&#8212if he were destined.
&#8195 And I was bound and determined to see he was destined. &#8195 My whole plan, pure and simple, was to TOTAL his Innards. &#8195 I assaulted his
Boy Cunt for 30 minutes or more, until he pleaded with me to â€œGo Slow!" &#8195 That told me he was ready. 
I buried my Dick into the hilt and collapsed atop him. &#8195 I didn' t pull out for a good 15 minutes to give the Virus plenty of time to absorb. &#8195
When I finally withdrew, I made him lick the Cum and Shit and Blood off my Cock. &#8195 When he saw his Blood, he got worried. 
â€œNo, Kid, youâ€™re not hemorrhaging. &#8195 Youâ€™ll be OK in a couple of hours.â€ 
Except for one little detail.

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Thought Iâ€™d relate what happened at the Theatre yesterday. I try to go there once or twice a week, sometimes over Lunch, sometimes after Trade School. 

To give you an idea what itâ€™s like: itâ€™s long and narrow and has a dozen of Cubes. Thereâ€™s a Cinema, the bathrooms, followed by the Suckatorium, and
beyond, the Backroom, dimly lit, with Sling and private â€œViewing Roomsâ€. Something for every taste. 
You get a wide variety of Guys in there, and I look younger than my ageâ€”16, maybe 17. I get my choice of Men, since Youth is at a premium. A year ago I
came down with Hepatitis Bâ€”the Doc says Iâ€™m a Carrier.***** The guys here never ask me if Iâ€™m Clean; my Baby-Face beguiles them. They briefly ponder
how someone so Young got in, and then approach me. They think theyâ€™re gonna be the first to SEED ME. BREED ME, maybeâ€”but not SEED ME. Theyâ€™re a
thousand loads too late for that. 
Yesterday I went there over Lunch. The guys at the Front Desk know me. Iâ€™ve made it with two of them, and when theyâ€™re on duty they let me in for free.

But yesterday, after paying my admittance, I went into the Suckatorium, a hallway lined with Cubes with Glory Holes. It was desertedâ€”Bummer! 

I came across two guys in The Backroom. An Older Fucker spread a Young Dudeâ€™s Cheeks. A chill crept down my spine. Anonymous Fuckingâ€™s such a Turn-On!

I wandered back into the Suckatorium. Listlessly I fed coins into the Slot. There was a 3-Way on the screen, but I hardly paid attention. My heart jumped
a beat when the adjacent door creaked open. It was the Old Dude from the Backroom. I hoped he had a Load left in him. Momentarily the dim red light next
door went dark, then his Massive Shaft lunged through the Glory Hole. Oh God! Talk about a Fantasy Cum Trueâ€”it was the Fuckinâ€™ Most Beautiful Thing Iâ
€™d ever laid eyes onâ€”RED and RAW, FRESH FROM FUCKING, coated with SLIME and SHIT and ASS JUICES. Thank God, he hadnâ€™t cleaned IT off. 
So, there I was, staring at his filthy Dick. I wet my lips, inhaling the musky smell of Ass and Cock and Cum, and went at IT. 
IT was thicker than I thought. My jaw ached from the distention He rammed IT down my throat. I licked and sucked, and when he THRUST, I gasped for air on
the out-stroke. It was hard not gagging, but I did my bestâ€”regretting that I couldnâ€™t take IT up the ASS. 
10 minutes later, I found myself in love with IT, slobbering on his fuckinâ€™ Manshaft like the Slut Whore that I am. I fell into a TONGUING-LICKING-SUCKING
FRENZY. Iâ€™d have done anything HE wanted! 
Some Bozo entered the adjoining booth, and through the Glory Hole behind me, egged me on. 
The Old Fart had me tongue his Balls, ranted on about how good it feltâ€”that Sleazes like himself loved working over Youth like me, converting us to Sex
Pigs. 
Christ, was I a mess! My eyes watered as he rammed IT down my throat, while my enthusiastic Audience-of-One urged me to take the Old Fartâ€™s Load and
swallow IT. 
The Sleazy Old Cunt asked me where I wanted ITâ€”HIS DIRTY SEED. With one undaunted effort, I took IT all the way down my throat. It was all I could do to
keep from gagging. I wanted IT up the ASS; but he said he couldnâ€™t Cum that way again. 
I begged Him for his JIZZ. The Old Fart whacked off and sprayed his JISM down my throat, on my face and in my hair. It was POZITIVELY awesome! Heâ€™d Cum
twice already, mumbled what I thought was gratitude, and left. 
So there I wasâ€”drenched with HIV and Horny. I used my fingers to cleanse my face and swabbed my tongue to savor the last of his toxic Manseed. I
massaged the Venom onto my gumsâ€” a trick Iâ€™d learned to make the Flavour last. The JIZM in my hair just had to wait, since Iâ€™d forgot my comb. I
figured itâ€™d dry into gooey gobs before I got a chance to comb it out. 
The Bozo in the adjacent booth unlatched his door as simultaneously I unlocked mine. With a finger he pushed my door ajar, and stood there insolently
contemplating me. 
Except for Us, the Suckatorium was deserted. Compared to Him, I must have seemed a Worthless Piece of Shit, a Male Nymph of slender build, 19, 5â€™6, 130.

â€œHEARD YOU HAVE A TASTE FOR DIRTY CUM. YOU TAKE IT UP THE ASS?â€ 
I nodded. He latched the door behind him. 
How shall I describe this Bozo? Lumberjack? There are no Lumberjacks round here. Construction Worker was more like it. Grey scraggly beard, 40, 45.
Overweight. Noticeable Beer Belly. Flannel Shirt and Dirty Jeans. Muddy Work Boots. Not exactly my preferred type, but Beggars canâ€™t be Choosers. 
He undid my pants, pulled down my briefs. My buckle hit the floor with a dull thud. He twisted me about so my Ass faced Him. I knew exactly what was
Cumming next, Thank God! He unzipped and dropped his drawers, and pressed his smelly Dick against my Love Canal. I never got a good look at IT, so I canâ
€™t describe IT for you, except to say, the way he rammed IT in me, without any Lube, not even Spit, IT was more than adequate. 
Damn, IT hurt! I didnâ€™t care. 
The FUCKER plowed me furiously, plunging into Me in one fell swoop. His Balls slapped against my Ass Cheeks. He reamed my Ass, sawing in and out, and I was
so Horned Up I didnâ€™t care WHO FUCKED ME. 
He moaned as he passed his DIRTY SEED to me. I actually felt the POISON spew into my GUTS. He left, not bothering to close the door. It stood agape at 45
degrees. I reached behind and felt my Holeâ€”extremely sore from the Dry Fuckingâ€”andâ€”lifted my fingers to the screenâ€”and BLEEDING. 
New arrivals mulled around. My Sexual Thirst remained unquenched. I opted to be late for Class. Small sacrifice. I lived to FUCK! That was my LIFE!
Pants and briefs around my ankles, my Hole dribbling ManCum, I turned my ravaged Pussy toward the door, inviting any and all Takers. A Cute Business Type
in Suit-and-Tie obliged. His Gold Ring glistened in the screen light. His Wedded Shaft invaded Me. 




Good student that I am, and thorough Motherfucker, I do my homework. About 7% of us whoâ€™ve had HEP B are Carriers. If I infect another guy, Tough

Shitâ€”he ought to know the risks. And, anyway, itâ€™s no worse than catching HIV or AIDS. 10% of Gays have had it, so Iâ€™m not really doing anyone any
damage. HEP B is active in my body fluidsâ€”all of themâ€”Semen, Blood, Saliva, Urine, even Feces. So for Me thereâ€™s no such thing as Playing
Safe.

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My POZ BF injects his blood into me about once a week. Heâ€™s crazy about me, and Iâ€™ve promised to marry him if he gives me
the BUG.
He has a very high Viral Load and full blown AIDS and refuses to adhere to any clinically prescribed regimen, since he wants
to infect me (Iâ€™m a real challenge to him since he loves me so much) and whomever else he can get his Cock into. He intentionally screws up his
medication schedule (like one day on, one day off, etc.) so heâ€™ll build up a resistance to whatever AIDS Med his Doc
prescribes. Heâ€™s at a loss to determine why nothing works. 
My blood tests came back today; and I got Hep-C, which BF gave me, but no sign of HIV. My poor immune system must be working
overtime since Iâ€™ve been injecting POZ blood, not to mention taking Cum up the Ass and down the throat, for the past five
years. Unfortunately, Iâ€™m still NEG. Since I got Hep-C, maybe I need to sleep with someone whoâ€™s got Hep-B, then slam
some more POZ blood into me. If my immune system gets tied up with Hepatitis, maybe the Bug will get through. Does anybody
know of any drugs that will suppress the immune system long enough for me to get knocked up? 
I love playing with POZ guys cause theyâ€™re willing to accommodate my nasty fetishes, including my blood fetish. After all,
they got nothing to lose, right? So please help me get AIDS, and prove my Doc wrong about me being among the cursed few who
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I took part in a Conversion Party at my Ex's, one of the many I've attended over the years (the first was my own) where Steve arranges for 3 or 4 POZ Tops to breed a Bottom. <o:p></o:p>
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Last night a Vietnamese Boy named Pham made his debut; and like all the guys Steve's converted, Pham was a Cum Whore from the git-go. <o:p></o:p>
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Steve starts by making love to them and gets them enamored of his flowing locks, his slim, hairless bod, and boyish good looks which belie his 35 years. After about 20 fucks, they trust him completely and let down their guard.<o:p></o:p>
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Steve believes Asians make the world's best Bottoms and likes them petite and slightly fem. Within a fortnight all his Boys are taking it raw. Gradually he proceeds from pulling out to pumping them full of Poison Spooge. They get to where they can't live without their daily fix of Toxic Seed. <o:p></o:p>
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When the moon waxes full a second time, and the Youth shows no sign of the Fuck Flu—that's when Steve throws in the towel and calls us in. Since the Victim is always Prime NEG Meat, my Ex has no trouble recruiting GIFTERS to breed the POZ resistant Ass. <o:p></o:p>
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Pham was a cute 19, about 5'3" and hairless, with a tiny Cock and nervous smile. Steve and his comrade, Oren, who loathed anyone more generously endowed than he, were readying the Sling when I walked in. An unsuspecting Pham was upstairs showering. <o:p></o:p>
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Pham had no suspicion that: 1) Steve was POZ and; 2) got his jollies POZZING Boys. Consequently the Youth couldn't have conceived that he was one of the few with whom Steve had failed. And since Stevie was a sore Loser, old Phamy was to be thrown to the wolves.<o:p></o:p>
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I'd met Pham on two previous occasions, and we'd hit it off. I genuinely liked the Kid. So he showed no consternation when he saw me sitting there.<o:p></o:p>
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No sooner had Stevie told Pham to get me a beer, than the doorbell rang and two more of Steve's cohorts waltzed in. It was like old home week. All of us already knew each other from the waist down—and all of us were POZ. The two newcomers gave Pham a coarse once over, and Phamy shuddered beneath the glare. He couldn't help but notice the bulge mushrooming in Davie's crotch and the PreCum permeating Shawn's blue jeans.<o:p></o:p>
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Pham was whisked upstairs for the preliminaries. Stevie hates for his Bottoms to have a good time getting screwed by ANYOTHER—so he makes them spooge before the fun begins.<o:p></o:p>
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They had not been upstairs more than a minute when Stevie called me in. I ascended to the Playroom and encountered one very rattled Pham. He loved Stevie so much, yet was aggrieved by his suspicion something untoward was going down. He was disrobed and naked, and Steve was working his small Dick with his greased palm. "Tell him how it is," he groused.<o:p></o:p>
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"We're gonna have an Orgy, Kid," I beat around the bush. I knew the Boy was disillusioned, as I'd once been—having fantasized about exclusive dibs on Stevie's Jizz. <o:p></o:p>
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But my Ex knew his Pigs' true nature—and led them down the primrose path to what comes naturally from barebacking. We're a narcissistic bunch, bent on a self-destructive course, with a one-way ticket to misery and hell—but, hey, as they say, half the fun is getting there!<o:p></o:p>
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Steve asked that I anoint the Youth with Baby Oil as he likes to call his debutantes "Greased Pigs." I massaged it by the palmful onto Pham's silky skin, the Boy moaning as I couldn't resist slipping a slimey finger up his Ass. Unable to hold back, the Kid gyrated in Steve's direction and spooged into his open palm. <o:p></o:p>
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The Master massaged the Youth's Ejaculate up and down his heretofore infertile Penis, lathering it to the extreme. Old Phamy was about to get a taste of his own Seed. It was obvious when the Boy'd been violated—grimacing, eyes widening and glazing over. Oren, my favorite Sadist, applauded from the doorway; and no sooner had Steve started fucking, than Shawn and Davie walked in holding hands. <o:p></o:p>
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I'd partnered with Shawn on numerous occasions, and knew first-hand how hung he was; and Davie, with his Beer Can Death Stick, posed a threat to any NEG. The Boy was sweating. I wiped the perspiration from his brow and whispered in his ear, that, after tonight, “Enough would never be enough again.” <o:p></o:p>
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The Boy's eyes rolled back as I pressed Poppers to his nose. Oren moistened the Youth's parched lips with wispy filaments of HIV, while Steve deposited AIDS Load Number One up the young Mancunt.<o:p></o:p>
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Simultaneously Pham moaned in ecstasy and desolation, despairing at betrayal by his Betrothed. In the end he probably took 10 Loads that night, each one laden with The Bug. I won't even try to guess which one of us knocked up the Kid—but he came down with a doozy Strain which knocked him out for almost a month.<o:p></o:p>
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When Shawn and Davie finished up, I took my pleasure with the Youth whose plundered, shell-shocked Manhole had been well pulverized. Steve and I each grabbed an armpit and dragged the ailing Phamy to the boudoir, where, traumatized or not, the Maestro planned to breed him one last time. <o:p></o:p>
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Meanwhile, Oren demanded “I get my Sloppy Cunt into the Sling.” Oren can be a very nasty Fuck, who'd just as soon spit in your face as look at you. And that was my reward for helping out. <o:p></o:p>
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Afterwards, the house was quiet except for the Pham's persistent whimpering as the gangbang and betrayal had reeked havoc on his psyche and self-worth. I certainly sympathized with the Boy, but was convinced, once he recovered, we'd make a fantastic pair—at the Baths and Glory Holes everywhere. <o:p></o:p>
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Bi Man’s Pozzing
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I was on vacation and headed for the Baths. It had been a week at least since my last visit, and my malnourished Cock tented flagrantly beneath my towel. I stopped to watch a couple guys fuck bareback. Fed up with sitting on the sidelines, I wandered downstairs and passed a cute Dude on the stairs. He gave my hard Dick a wistful look, massaged his crotch, and brushed against me as he passed. 
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"I have a room," I advised brashly. He nodded and followed me upstairs. His name was Marky, with a beautiful long Dick with purple head, nice balls, and one sweet Butt. And he was POZ.
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We both liked three-ways and headed out in search of Pussy. We passed the john, where a young Twink, twentyish, reclined against the wall. When we walked by, we startled him, and his loose towel fell to the floor, inadvertently revealing, to our pleasure, a beautiful straight Cock, hard as a rock. Embarrassed, he reached down to pick the towel up, revealing a Bubble Butt to die for. 
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Marky and I glanced at each other, literally grabbed the Youth and escorted him to my room, AKA, “The Lions Den.” His name was Johnny, and the first words from his lips: “I’m NEG.” Marky and I quickly changed the subject. I got down on hand and knees and took the Boy’s hard Shaft between my lips. Marky got behind him and slipped his tongue between his NEG Ass Cheeks. I mouthed his Balls and sucked that sweet NEG Shank while Marky began to tongue his Pussy. 
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Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a POZ Dad I knew well observing from the hall. “NEG,” I mouthed in his direction, bobbing my head towards Johnny best I could. Not nice to talk with your mouth full. Soon, the tongue in the Kid’s Anus was replaced with Marky’s Poison Shaft, and the NEG appeared to love it as Heavy Balls made slapping sounds against his Bubble Butt. 
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The Daddy in the hallway stole in the room, fucked Marky in a threesome, then slipped it in my mouth for me to savor. That was how he always said “Hello.” I sucked that Shaft with relish before he stuffed it back up Marky's Pussy. 
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Soon Marky started panting hard and pumped his POZ Jizm up the Young Man’s Cunt. He pulled out soft, still spasming. The Daddy quickly took Marky’s place up Johnny’s A-Hole and was the next to Cum, squirting huge gobs of POZ Jizz up the DDF Youth’s NEG Pussy. I continued to suck the Kid, as his hard Pelvis ground against my kisser and his spasming Penis thrust down my throat. Greedily I devoured his NEG Seed. <o:p></o:p>
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The Daddy and Marky had had their fill, leaving the Twink and me alone on the bunk. Johnny announced he’d better shower. I said the room felt hot (it wasn’t just the room was hot) and I was sweaty. We turned on the faucets and showered side by side.
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I began to lather Johnny’s back and buttocks beneath the shower so I could work my magic on his pubes. Pretty soon the warmth and my massage rejuvenated Johnny’s Rod. The Kid was ripe again. 
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I used my towel to dry him off. My arm around his still damp shoulders, and my wet towel about my neck, I guided him back to “The Lions Den” where he had cum of age. That time I locked the door behind us. They two of us began to 69 as instinctively my hands kneaded his buttocks, my prodding digits exploring his NEG Pussy till—to gratify my growing angst—I rolled him on his stomach. I rimmed that beautiful Mancunt. You get pretty good at it with years of practice, and pretty soon the Kid was putty in my hands. 
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My own Dick was almost sore from being hard yet unappeased, so I quickly rammed my POZ Rod up his Anus. Obviously he hadn’t fucked a lot, evinced by tightness of his Mancunt and his unafflicted Status. Still, entering him was not a problem. With Marky’s and the Daddy’s Cum in him, I had all the Natural Lube I needed. 
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Hot as I was, it wasn’t long till I was ready the Kill. Gobs of Poison Spooge pulsed up his NEG Pussy, for his 3^rd POZ Load that day. I wanted to congratulate the him on his possible conversion, but since the Boy had been the only one to mention Status, discretion seemed the better part of valor.
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To top the evening off I flipped him over and sucked his Rod once more. For the 2^nd time that night I was treated to a copious Load of his NEG Spooge—presumably, his NEG Finale. I licked my lips and completely sucked that NEG Rod dry, at which time he announced he had to leave to meat his girlfriend.
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“Yeah, he replied, “We’ve been like this [crossing his fingers] since the 6^th Grade.” The Kid was Bi! I could almost picture him humping her. I was sure he hated Condoms, which is probably why he’d been so quick to declare his Status in the beginning.
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I doubted I ever would, especially if the Kid got sick. I wondered if he’d been the perfect setup—and none of us had even been aware.
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I ruminated about him for a few minutes, unconsciously jacking as I fantasized, until I decided to head out myself. It wasn’t till I was pulling off the sheets till I noticed the massive wet spot where the Twink had lain. The Kid was leaking POZ Cum like a faucet. It occurred to me he probably hadn’t even noticed till he was driving home, and suddenly realized how damp his panties had become. 
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I stretched the wet spot taunt between my digits and tongued off the excess, once again savoring the potent brew of Marky’s, Daddy’s and my own Cum. What a fitting way to end the evening!
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I descended the staircase towards the exit, when who should be ascending but a new arrival—another Young Twink, whose youth and freshness stole my breath away. I stopped in my tracks. 
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“Wow!” I wondered, “Should I?” “…Nah, not tonight.” I’d save him for another day. <o:p></o:p>
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Today's my birthday; and to celebrate, I hit the Baths to plow my POZ Spooge into some Mancunts. My Lover was throwing a "surprise" party for me, so I took off to run some "errands" so I could truly "be surprised" when the time came.<o:p></o:p>
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Since it was such a lovely afternoon, the Baths were nearly deserted—'cept for one Stud I was willing to die for and who could end up dying me. Patience, I counseled. Here was one Dude I wanted to nail; and I could wait until he was ready—if not today, then sooner or later—since we had some serious business—monkey business—to conduct—and I had a Special Birthday Gift to share. <o:p></o:p>
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We did meat up—in the Sauna. Through the window I watched him shower, and made sure I had a Boner in case he came in—which he did. He dropped his towel revealing his thick Rod and low-hangin' Nuts. 
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He sat down near me and shimmied down the bench till he was close enough to bend over and devour my Cock. A couple of curiosity-seekers straggled in, stroking their Manmeat, but I'd committed to that Fuckhole first and guided him to my room. I ate his Pussy for what seemed like ages till he spread his Ass and I massaged Spit all over my Shaft. <o:p></o:p>
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"Thank God, no fucking Rubber!" he sighed. I inched up his Butt and held my rigid Rod steady while he whined and carried on.<o:p></o:p>
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"Please, Sir, Fuck My Butt!" <o:p></o:p>
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I took my time, and worked up to a good pounding, before I spewed Toxic Jizm up his hungry Pussy. Afterwards I asked him if he took on all Cummers.<o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah—POZ or NEG, if you're wonderin'. I 'm a Pig Bottom Boy here visitin' my parents an' need to feel ManCum drippin' from my Ass." <o:p></o:p>
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In the course of deciphering his likes and dislikes, I asked if he were POZ or NEG. <o:p></o:p>
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"Don't know as I give a Shit. Just wanna be filled with all the Cum I can get, an' one Cock's good as another for that." <o:p></o:p>
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Overjoyed to have found such a discriminating Fucker, I dumped three more Deposits up his unvirtuous Ass. Then I couldn't resist one final Dig<o:p></o:p>
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"They have free testing here Thursday evenings. Ya oughta avail yourself since I just dumped 4 POZ Loads up your Ass. An' if you're lookin' for action, I'd head down to the Sauna since those Fuckers who were jackin' sure looked like they needed it BAD!"<o:p></o:p>
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He mumbled incomprehensibly and sashayed out the door. It'd been a wonderful birthday so far—knowing I may have POZZED another NEG Pig.<o:p></o:p>
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I met the birthday boy at a club I don't usually frequent. The crowd is younger and overall less mature than what I like. But a buddy of mine twisted my
arm, so I went along. 
I was having an okay time dancing until I bumped into this kid who was no taller than 5'5", but built like a gymnast and wearing no shirt. He gyrated his
hips in this sexy manner and kept looking in my direction. I smiled at him, which he took as an invitation. Next thing I knew he was pushing his butt
against my crotch--and we were dirty dancing. 
It wasn't long before I asked him to have a drink. My buddy was tangled up with a bunch of twinkies on the dance floor, so I didn't feel like I was
abandoning him. Chip and I headed toward the bar. 
Heâ€™d just turned 21 and was celebrating with some college buddies. He was studying geology, and his only sex had been with guys in the dorm. There was a
lot he wanted to explore. And he didnâ€™t mean just geology. We drank a couple of beers, danced some more, and ended up in his jeep a half hour before
closing. 
I invited him over to my place since I live alone and donâ€™t have to worry about roommates or uninvited visitors. Earlier that day Iâ€˜d purchased some
high-grade weed and wanted to try it out. We headed up to the roof of my building to smoke a joint and jabber. A few tokes told us the stuff performed as
advertised, and it hit Chip particularly hard. 
"I feel so fucked up now." 
I volunteered to give him a massage, and we went downstairs to my bedroom. I had him undress and lay face down on the bed. I took the baby oil and started
rubbing him down. He got to moaning and grinding his hot bubble butt up into my hands. Every time I ran past his crack, he'd part his legs a little more,
until, by the 5th pass, he was lying there totally spread-eagled. 
He wanted it badâ€”and so did I. I rubbed the oil into his crack and leaned my face close to his boy butt so I could smell the musky scent emanating from
his hole. 
"Do you like to buttfuck?" 
I tried not to laugh. â€œDo I like to buttfuck? Hell yeah!â€ 
He asked me to put on a condom. â€œSex is so much better rawâ€, he said; but he wanted to stay clean in case he ever met â€œMr. Right.â€ 
I made the comment that if he ever met â€œMr. Right,â€ it wouldnâ€™t matter if he were clean or not. 
I almost always bareback and halfway contemplated refusing. But considering my status, I figured he had a point. I lubed the condom generously with baby
oil (his ass was pretty well lubed from the massage) and slowly slid into him. 
To my surprise, he grimaced, and complained how much it hurt, and asked me to pull out. I told him to sit on it. That might be easier. We tried it that
way but he still complained, and pulled off my dick as soon as I entered him. I was getting frustrated, but tried not to show it because, well, he was just
21; and I figured he hadnâ€™t fucked much. 
"I guess this isn't going to work," he apologized, reaching back and pulling the condom off my cock. 

I expected to hear him to say that heâ€™d better be going. But instead he kept his hole positioned right above my cummy dick, and gradually lowered himself

till strands of precum clung to his man-pussy. 

"Too bad for me, cause I really wanted to feel you way up inside me, a special kind of birthday gift. And I bet you wanted to fuck me, too. So if you

wouldnâ€™t mind-- perhaps we can try again, bare.â€ He began gently rocking back and forth on my cock--so that, ever so slowly, my raw dick entered him. 
When the head of my cock popped past his sphincter, he got this glazed look of on his face. His lips parted, but he said nothing further. I slid deeper
into him. He leaned back on me. His hungry hole gripped my dick. I could remain passive no longer. I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, lifted his
legs to my shoulders, and began to fuck him hard and deep. 
When I started to get close, I heard him moaning, "Don't cum in me, okay? Just don't cum in me." 
"Why? You know you want my seed." 
"Donâ€™t cum in me." 
â€œI canâ€™t impregnate you unless I cum in you.â€ 
â€œDonâ€™t cum in me.â€ 
â€œYou want my special birthday gift, donâ€™t you?â€ 
â€œDonâ€™t cum in me.â€ 
â€œToo late. My precumâ€™s already flooded your guts. Iâ€™m gonna S-H-O-O-T!â€ 
My body exploded in orgasm, and I did make a feeble effort to pull out. But Chip, in a moment of passion or, perhaps, in a sudden change of heart, locked
his arms about my buttocks and pulled me tight against him. Wave after wave of my diseased cum pulsed into him. His own jizz, perhaps neg for the last
time, shot onto my chest. 
To make a long story short, the marijuana and the fucking had taken its toll and shortly thereafter we fell asleep. In the morning he was the first awake;
and I fucked him once more in the shower and, finally, in the alley behind my building as we were saying goodbye. 
It was then that he asked my status. 
I hemmed and hawed. â€œStatus doesnâ€™t mean anything,â€ I said. â€œA guy may test neg one day, have a fatal affair the next, and end up poz.â€ â€œAnd did I just have that fatal affair?â€. 
â€œI think so.â€ 
â€œThen Iâ€™d better get tested.â€ He glanced off down the alley toward where his jeep was parked. â€œI didnâ€™t expect to stay neg forever. In fact, I
kind of wonder if I wasnâ€™t asking for it last night.â€ 
â€œI think you were.â€ 
With that we kissed. He hopped in his jeep, and drove off.

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Bobby's Story
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18 year old Bobby was a Pig Slut. Since 12 when the UPS man indoctrinated him into the wonderful world of barebacking, Bobby made sure he got his daily quota up the Ass. Many of the straight boys at school used Bobby as a female surrogate. Then the there were the local tearoom Queers. And fully a quarter of the neighborhood married dudes found Bobby's Butt a very succulent alternative to wifey.<o:p></o:p>
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Bobby prided himself, despite six years of almost daily high-risk sex, on his disease-free Status, never having contracted anything worse than the Clap. He was also an avid newspaper reader&#8212at least the headlines. More and more he begin to notice stories about HIV and AIDS and took them personally. Bobby began to obsess about the disease.<o:p></o:p>
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As fate would have it, being susceptible to youthful extremes, Bobby made a total turnabout from Raw Sex to Safe Sex to, ultimately, No Sex at All. But Bobby's cupidity could not be entirely suppressed. He needed a SAFE outlet; and found it&#8212on an IRC Webcam Site<o:p></o:p>
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He loved performing for an international audience that reached halfway round the globe. And Bobby's fans were avaricious. Men two and three times his age came to enjoy his buzzed blonde hair, his rippled teen stomach, his almost seven-inch, cut Dick, and his tight, bubble Butt&#8212a feast of young teen male flesh, live and in-person, an almost unparalleled freebie on the Net. <o:p></o:p>
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For the first weeks, Bobby, clad only in his white Tee and briefs, strived to maintain his anonymity&#8212being very careful to show nothing of himself from the chest up. Fearful of promoting High Risk Sex, or more ominously, stimulating himself, he was reluctant to do more than play with his Cock. As his audience watched, Bobby would massage his Dick through his briefs, and when the salacious comments that flashed across the screen grew libidinous enough, Bobby would pull It out and give his protagonists a good look-see.<o:p></o:p>
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But as his audience grew larger and the kudos more verbose, Bobby threw caution to the wind. Promptly, at nine P.M. Bobby would switch on his computer (making sure his Webcam was properly adjusted), and sign onto the Net to give the audience in Chat Room 3 his usual show.<o:p></o:p>
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Big Cocks, little Cocks, fat Cocks, thin Cocks, Cocks all over the world shot Spooge, as the pleas and comments of his audience scrolled across the screen.<o:p></o:p>
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"Show us your tits," one would say. <o:p></o:p>
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"That's nice," came the reply, when Bobby pulled up his Tee&#8212a screen full of Tit to be seen by all. <o:p></o:p>
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"Raise your arms," one would request, and Bobby would allow the Webcam to pan the smooth expanse of his Pits. So it went, and the requests and exhortations continued until Bobby did his usual strip tease and was totally naked.<o:p></o:p>
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"Let's see your Asshole," someone would ask; and Bobby would bend over, reveal his Crack, and give the world a shot of his well-used pink Pussy.<o:p></o:p>
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 "Show us your Cock," another would beseech him; and Bobby would position himself so the Webcam got a shot of his Rod, which seemed to perpetually ooze Precum&#8212for Bobby was by nature highly sexed.<o:p></o:p>
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In the beginning, Bobby was reluctant to comply with the more bizarre requests. "Finger your Hole." "Can you suck your Cock?" "Let's see you eat your Cum." But since Bobby already did all those things in private, it took very little admonishment for him to do so before his anonymous audience. After all, what was the harm in a little playful exploration of one's own body if the consequence was pleasuring a thousand Gay voyeurs.<o:p></o:p>
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So it was that Bobby would strip, play with his Privates, and finger his Hole as he beat himself off to a Cum-gushing Climax. Of course Bobby's wasn't the only Orgasm on those occasions. Many a Load shot all over the world as ropes of Jizm bespeckled Bobby's rippled stomach and his fingers splayed to wipe up the Cream for human consumption.<o:p></o:p>
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Yes, it was a popular show&#8212so popular, in fact, that Chat Room quickly filled up before Bobby even began to strip. Needless to say, competition to get into the Chat Room was furious and frantic. For Bobby it became a Ritual.<o:p></o:p>
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Of course, Bobby had no way of knowing that Evil lurked on the other side of his computer screen. He could not have guessed that two POZ guys who watched him had aspirations far beyond mere observation. Had he suspected, his performances would have terminated abruptly. But such was not the case.<o:p></o:p>
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It happened so suddenly, as Bobby was on his way home from school one Friday. One minute he was jaunting happily down the sidewalk thinking about that night's performance; the next, there was total darkness. <o:p></o:p>
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As he regained consciousness, Bobby became aware of voices, though he was still too groggy to comprehend. As his eyes began to focus and his senses started functioning, he saw two tall dudes standing over him. He was nude, lying on a bed, with his hands tied behind his back and his feet loosely tethered to the bedposts. <o:p></o:p>
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"Looks like he's comin' round," one said. <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, sure do," agreed the other. <o:p></o:p>
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"Lemme go!" Bobby protested, struggling with his bindings. But the aftereffect of the chloroform was enough to prohibit any serious maneuvers.<o:p></o:p>
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"You got the gun?" one of the men asked.<o:p></o:p>
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"All set to go." <o:p></o:p>
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"You guys are going to get in a lot of trouble for this!" Bobby whined timorously, prompting the men to chuckle.<o:p></o:p>
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"Boy, we seen plenty of trouble already. This ain't nothin' to us," one of the dudes replied. <o:p></o:p>
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"Now, you gonna be a good boy, or we gonna do this the hard way?" Tyrone asked, approaching the bed.<o:p></o:p>
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"Get away from me! Lemme alone!" Bobby hollered, wiggling across the bed. Yet, all he could do, once he had inched over, was fall haplessly to the floor, like a trapped animal.<o:p></o:p>
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"Get your ass up, Motherfucker!" Leroy demanded.<o:p></o:p>
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"Think he might need some persuading, Leroy?" queried the other, reaching toward the table behind him. He picked up a black plastic object and tossed it to his companion.<o:p></o:p>
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"I said get your motherfuckin' ass up!" Leroy commanded, jamming the Stun Gun up against Bobby's hip and pulling the trigger.<o:p></o:p>
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"Oh God! Owwwww!" Bobby cried out, as he writhed on the floor. Jolted by the voltage that emanated from the cattle-prod-like device, never in his entire life had he felt such horrible pain..<o:p></o:p>
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"Get your sorry ass up!" Leroy reiterated, jamming the weapon up against Bobby's Balls and pulling the trigger. Bobby shrieked with pain, convulsing from what felt like molten lava burning his Balls to his Shaft.<o:p></o:p>
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"Please no more!" Bobby struggled to get on his knees. <o:p></o:p>
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"That's better," Leroy grinned. "Wanna break the news to him, Tyrone, or should I?" <o:p></o:p>
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"Lay it out for him, Leroy," <o:p></o:p>
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"Well ya see man, this is how it is. Been a long time since we had us a good Piece of Ass. Tyrone and me had a lot of time on our hands while we was locked up. Used to watch ya every night, least as often as you was on. <o:p></o:p>
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"We saw ya playin' with yerself night after night. But ya wuz always alone. One day I says to Tyrone, 'Ya know, that Boy needs a Man.' <o:p></o:p>
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"And then and there we vowed that if ya wuz still lettin' Cum run down yer leg by the time we got out, we'd pay ya a visit. An' I tell ya, Boy, you even look even better in person than on the Net."<o:p></o:p>
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"Please! Wait!" Bobby stalled, thinking fast, conjuring up his own worst nightmare. "You don't understand. I got HIV. Doc says if I have sex with anyone, that guy stands a chance of gettin' it, too That's the real reason I'm always alone."<o:p></o:p>
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"Perfek!" Leroy exclaimed. "We're POZ too!" <o:p></o:p>
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Bobby blanched at being so close to someone who actually had the BUG. <o:p></o:p>
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"No! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone!" Bobby pleaded.<o:p></o:p>
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"You can betcher boots yer teen Pussy's gonna cum outta this secondhand Manmeat. Last Bambino we broke in turned out to be fodder fer the whole Slammer. Worked out best fer him, too. All that SEX turned him 'gainst thievin' ferever. Found hisself a more cumfortable way to make a living." <o:p></o:p>
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"No way! I ain't screwin' with HIV Dick for nothin'. I'd rather be dead!" <o:p></o:p>
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"YA AIN'T GOT NO CHOICE! An' if ya don't start playin' ball, yer gonna wish you was dead. I guarantee it."<o:p></o:p>
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"SUCK IT!" Tyrone demanded, holding his uncircumcised limp Sausage just inches from Bobby's lips. <o:p></o:p>
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"No!" Bobby responded, shaking his head from side to side. "I won't do it. You can kill me. I 'd rather die of AIDS." <o:p></o:p>
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"We kin take care of that, too," Tyrone smirked, as he applied the Stun Gun to Bobby's Stomach, then his Nuts, then his Ass. Again the bedroom was filled with high-pitched shrieks and screams. Bobby writhed upon the floor. <o:p></o:p>
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"FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP IT! I'LL DO IT! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!"<o:p></o:p>
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"Betcher bottom dollar ya will," Tyrone confirmed, offering his thick Sausage to Bobby. <o:p></o:p>
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Bobby struggled to get to his knees, looking at the foreboding toxic Fuck Stick Tyrone offered him. He wanted to gag at the thought of putting that Diseased Thing in his mouth.<o:p></o:p>
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"Please, I really can't. I'm no good at Sucking," he pleaded, his voice trailing off, mesmerized as he was by Tyrone's Cock. 'God,' he thought to himself, 'It's been ages since I had One of Those.' Despite his phobia, recollecting the "Good Old Days," he began to salivate.<o:p></o:p>
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"Suck it!" Tyrone persisted.<o:p></o:p>
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Some say that good Cocksuckers are born, not made. Others say, that given enough practice, any guy can learn to suck Cock. It would have been difficult to disprove either premise by Bobby's subsequent performance&#8212considering his years of experience complicated by his AIDS Phobia. It might not be too great a stretch of the imagination to profess that Bobby was sucking Cock before he was out of diapers. When he took the first few inches of Tyrone's diseased Shaft , he wanted to vomit. Yet, as Tyrone's AIDS Stick slid past his lips, Bobby, remembering his Carefree Days, found It less and less objectionable.<o:p></o:p>
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It would have been merciful, but unrealistic to expect that mere Sucking would have sated his two Assailants, which is why Bobby found himself rebound as he was originally, awaiting the Inevitable. To no avail, Bobby begged and cajoled the Ex-Cons to free him, as they attached the spreader bar to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his back to the eyelets in the leather straps that restrained his ankles. However, two more Zaps of the Stun Gun turned Bobby into a quivering mass that could only whimper as they inserted a Ball Gag in his mouth.'<o:p></o:p>
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"I need to get this Fucker warmed up!" Leroy exclaimed, the head of his toxic Tool just inches from Bobby's vulnerable Cunt. Whap! whap!" went Leroy's palm as he whacked Bobby's Ass.<o:p></o:p>
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"Mmmfff! mmmff!" came Bobby's cries through the Ball Gag, in time with the Smacks on his crimson Butt. Tears streamed from his eyes as his Ass began to feel like it was afire. Yet had he known what was to follow, Bobby would gladly have exchanged that flagellation for the terror soon to cum. Momentarily, Bobby felt relief, as the lashes ceased to rain down on his Buttocks. But there followed stark fear, as Bobby felt something massive and spongy kiss his Butt. <o:p></o:p>
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"Mmmm! mmmm!" Bobby moaned, shaking his head from side to side, as if that would prevent the Inevitable. <o:p></o:p>
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"Please don't fuck me! Please don't give me AIDS" he mouthed, divulging his prime mortal fear." <o:p></o:p>
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"Ain't up to us, Punk. We just provide the Raw Material. The rest is up to Mother Nature." <o:p></o:p>
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"Here ya go, Boy. You gonna get a samplin' of ol' Leroy's famous Alabama Snake. Yer gonna luv It! 'Course ya gotta be careful. Some Snakes is poisonous an' some Snakes is not." <o:p></o:p>
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"Mmmmmffffff!" Bobby exclaimed, as the felt the pressure build against his Ass Lips. <o:p></o:p>
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"Cum on, Baby, loosen up. Let Leroy do ya right."<o:p></o:p>
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A loud "WHAP" echoed off the bedroom walls, as Leroy whacked the Boy's Butt hard enough to knock the breath out of him. As the ex-Con anticipated, Bobby was distracted long enough that his Ass Lips momentarily relaxed. <o:p></o:p>
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"Mmmmmm!" Bobby exhaled, as the wide head of Leroy's Fuck Stick popped into his Hole.<o:p></o:p>
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"That's it, Baby. We is on the way!" Leroy gasped, as the luxuriant warmth of Bobby's Pussy massaged his Dick. <o:p></o:p>
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"Mmmmmppppfff!" Bobby protested vehemently, shaking his head "No!" to what felt like a baseball bat in his Rectum and his fear of having the massive POZ Tool infect him. <o:p></o:p>
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"Want more, Baby? Is that it?" <o:p></o:p>
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"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" was Bobby's response, as Leroy shoved a good 4 inches of his thick meat up the Kid's Hole. Had it not been for the Ball Gag, Bobby's screams would have reverberated for blocks. Onward and inward, the massive Cock bored into Bobby, brutally ripping his Innards to accommodate Its girth. Never mind that tears flowed like rain from his eyes and sweat that poured from his brow. Leroy's humongous monster pressed inward until Bobby thought It must surely be directly under his navel. <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh Baby. you are so TIGHT!" Leroy exclaimed, his Pubes resting against Bobby's Butt Cheeks. "Get ready for the ride of a lifetime. Leroy's gonna fuck you so bad!" The horny Assassin grabbed Bobby's hips with his ham-like hands. Had there been no Ball Gag, Bobby's girl-like squeals would have echoed throughout the entire building. Yet all that was heard was a loud muffled screech higher pitched than before. As Leroy's thick Sausage slithered in and out of his Rectum, Bobby's grunts and groans filled the room in sync with the Fucking.<o:p></o:p>
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The Youth faded in and out of consciousness from Pain and his mortal fear of HIV. Then, much to Bobby's mortification, a tingling began to anesthetize the pain. <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh, Baby! I knew you'd be good!" Leroy exclaimed, as he felt the muscles in Bobby's Butt relax. <o:p></o:p>
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"Well, would you look at that!" <o:p></o:p>
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"He got a Boner?" Leroy asked. <o:p></o:p>
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"Yup! He sure do!" <o:p></o:p>
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In response, Leroy began to gyrate, befouling previously undefiled segments of Bobby's anal passage, eliciting more muffled shrieks from the Youth.<o:p></o:p>
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"Oh, Baby! Yer my Bitch now!" Leroy exclaimed, picking up the pace so his groin smacked Bobby's Ass. Snot dripped from the traumatized Boy's nose, yet he uttered no further protest. Tears of humiliation and resignation steamed down his cheeks&#8212for he knew that Leroy spoke the truth&#8212he was his Bitch now! <o:p></o:p>
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He'd forgotten how good a bareback Fuck felt. In fact, to the REGENERATE Bobby, that single Raw Screwing was worth the risk of HIV a thousand times over. His fear of AIDS resolved, nothing and no one could restrain his reborn promiscuity. So it should come as no surprise; that a muffled howl of delight escaped Bobby's lips when Leroy announced he was "Close." Nor should it startle you that Bobby shot his hot teen Spooge all over the bed sheets as Leroy depozited the Deadly Virus up his Ass, and that moments later, the Youth clamped around Tyrone's equally noxious Cock with POZ Jizm still dripping from his Cunt. Bobby'd been converted in body and soul, and his thirst for Cock would never be quenched until his dying day some twelve years hence.<o:p></o:p>
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They say old habits die hard, and new ones only reinforce the old ones; and so it was, that one week later, the Internet audience watched as POZ teen Bobby, his phone number prominently displayed upon the screen, whacked himself to Climax while he fucked his Asshole with the biggest Dildo any of them had ever laid eyes on. Needless to say, it didn't take long for Bobby's phone to ring.<o:p></o:p>
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I didn't mean to do it. I canâ€™t help myself. I get carried away, overcome by my lust. 
I was turned on when we met. He was my ideal of a sonâ€”a little older than what youâ€™d expect, but, nonetheless, my ideal of a Boy. A perfect fit. He
was, at the time, Neg. And I was Poz. 
Weâ€™d anticipated meeting for months. We knew each otherâ€™s likes and dislikes. He liked my cigars. I liked his boyish good looks. And when we kissed,
it was a dream come true. That first lingering kiss seemed to last forever. 
He had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees giving me one of those heartfelt blowjobs guys only dream of. I was still smoking my
cigar, puffing so hard the room clouded with smoke. 
When he rose to kiss me, I swapped cigar-spit for that great precum taste. I decided then and there I had to have him. I loosened his belt, and his jeans
fell to the floor I teased down his briefs, and slipped my dick between his legs. 
The way he opened up convinced me. He WANTED it, even though he didn't want bareback with a POZ guy like me. His reluctance doubled my resolve. I was
going to convert him. 
I had my hands under his shirt, working his nips, caressing his body. I gently turned him around, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobes. My stiff
meat found his ass crack. I pushed hard against him. He fell against the wall, bracing himself, mouthing a protestâ€”but by then I had a nip in each hand.

My cock found his puckered rosebud, one of those that seemed to scream to be violated. When I pushed in, he went rigid. 

â€œDonâ€™t do this to me, Daddy." 

But Iâ€™m one of those guys who, given an inch, will take a yard; and I already had a â€œfootâ€ in the door. I reached around and kissed him. "Itâ€™s gonna be OK. Just relax," I whispered. I had my dick almost all the way in. He wanted to resist, but his physical body needed it bad. All the
time I was caressing and comforting him, telling him everything was fine, when it wasnâ€™t. 
He shuddered and bucked against me. "Take me, Daddy! Make me your Boy!" From then on, he was mine, meeting my every thrust. As much as I was fucking
his ASS with my DICK, he was fucking my ROD with his HOLE. I was into heavy strokes, fucking him hard. When I get a hot ass like that, it doesn't take
long. 
"Where do you want it, Boy?" I asked, as if giving him a choice. He bucked so hard, that, had I decided to pull out, it would have been difficult. I
plowed him unmercifully. The poison cream gushed out of my shaft into his innards. Again and again his sphincter muscles contracted. His whole body
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Breeding an AOL CumWhore
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My friend, Aaron, who POZZED me two years ago, loves to watch me get fucked. He loves screwing my Hole after it's been lubed with another guy's Cum. Three-ways really turn him on.<o:p></o:p>
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Friday night we had an orgy with a guy from AOL. We hooked up at Aaron's. Ol' Aaron seemed pleased with the Dude—especially after I told him he was still NEG. We headed to the bedroom and got right down to business.<o:p></o:p>
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I sucked Aaron while AOL watched. I took both their Cocks down my throat. Then my friend told AOL to fuck me. Aaron lubed my Hole and AOL's Dick. Soon I was flat on my back with my legs on AOL's shoulders while Aaron straddled my face with his Cock down my throat. <o:p></o:p>
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I rimmed Aaron's Ass. Felching's not my favorite thing, but Aaron's Butt is so tasty I can't resist. I wish my tongue were longer—he tastes so good! Aaron started fucking my face, and I was getting plugged at both ends.<o:p></o:p>
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"Fuck him hard! Pound that Ass!" my Bud urged AOL. "Shoot your Load up his Mancunt! Lube that Pussy good for me!" Aaron started rimming AOL, who quickly spooged way up inside me.<o:p></o:p>
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My Hole was sloppy and wet—the way Aaron likes it. He shoved his Cock in my Hole. I was so worked over I had no trouble taking his huge Shaft up my Pussy. He shot a humungous POZ Load in minutes.<o:p></o:p>
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AOL ate the POZ Jism out my Hole. He seemed to ravish the blend of multiple Strains and Ass Juice. The mix dripped down my Ass and AOL lapped it up. While he was felching me, Aaron got behind him, aiming his Dick at his Hole.<o:p></o:p>
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"No way, Man. I don't get fucked!"<o:p></o:p>
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Aaron shoved Poppers under his nose, just as he had the night he POZZED me. After a few hits AOL was well on his way to becoming another just POZ Cumslut.<o:p></o:p>
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As Aaron fucked him, I slid beneath them and AOL screwed me again. I lay on my stomach, relishing every quiver and quake of their illicit lovemaking.<o:p></o:p>
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AOL moaned he was gonna Shoot a second time. Aaron plowed him harder, and the Dude exploded up my Ass. Spent, he tried to pull out and get Aaron out of his Pussy. But again Aaron shoved Poppers beneath his nose while simultaneously fouling his Virgin Hole with gobs of thick Toxic Cum. <o:p></o:p>
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As AOL drove me home, he seemed pensive—said it'd been years since he'd been fucked like that and how good It felt. Feeling his Spooge leak out of my Pussy, I remarked that being a Bottom has certain advantages—that I, too, had been a Top till I met Aaron.<o:p></o:p>
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"Aaron's clean, isn't he? I mean, he doesn't have any serious STDs or anything?"
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I decided a Little White Lie was in order. I knew that Aaron would want to breed him again (and again, until It took), and I didn't want to spoil his fun.<o:p></o:p>
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Breeding at the Baths
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I met a College Kid this morning. We'd been corresponding for several months, and he'd been on my case to POZ his Butt. He'd been taking it raw since he'd started fucking, but had grown impatient with testing NEG.<o:p></o:p>
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I work out on at the Baths several times a week. Finally I grew tired of Junior bitching and invited him to drop by. He got there early and was dressed in Tee and 501 cutoffs. Beneath those he wore bikini briefs, apparent because his 501's had ridden down his Bubble Butt, revealing an enticing bulge between his legs. <o:p></o:p>
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Like a good boy, he waited patiently for me to shower; then I showed him to my room. I peeled off those briefs of his and bent him over the bunk. I rimmed his Cunt till it was soaked with Spit, then mounted him and rammed it home, POZ CREAMING HIS NEG ASS. <o:p></o:p>
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How I wished I'd had more time, but in my eagerness to accommodate my fellow man, I did the next best thing. I turned him over to a Gift Giver Wannabe who desperately needed to POZ FUCK. He hadn't taken Meds to date, so I had high hopes his Bug would take. <o:p></o:p>
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I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as Iâ€™d like. But I want to tell you about
the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with
someone into threesomes. 
We went to JRâ€™s which isn't really our favorite placeâ€”too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger
crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be in town for SMUâ€™s freshman orientation. So I'm thinking he's 17 or 18 at the
oldestâ€”with a really good fake ID. 
His name was Brian. He was kinda shortâ€”5'7â€â€”curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice
bulge in his Leviâ€™s. We talked a whileâ€”each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted
to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. 
Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too
far. The Kid jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. 
When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was a horny 17 year old, feeling good, and ready to play. Of
course, we wanted to POZ him. 
We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69
position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his
tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. 
Brian moaned, having the time of his lifeâ€”and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Ballsâ€”nibbling them gently so
that Brian couldnâ€™t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brianâ€™s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming
and finger-fucking me. 
Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He
rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. 
"Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. 

"You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. 

â€œIâ€™m clean. And I always fuck safe."
Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy boy. I knew Steve was
aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing himâ
€”keeping him distracted while Stevie went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when heâ€™s about to shoot. 
After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someoneâ€™s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG
Manhole bathed in the Lube of anotherâ€™s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. 
Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside meâ€”even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. 
We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into
him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shotâ€”fucking his creamy NEG spooge
into me. 
We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that weâ€™d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the
Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time.

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Can a Bug Chaser become a Gift Giver? I only ask because I am a Bottom who loves to get
fucked. I started my Barebacking career in December, 2001, when a guy invited me over. Heâ€™d told me he was POZ, and I
was ready to take that first step into the Unknown. 
I asked if he minded fucking a NEG, and he said, â€œNo, not at all. Long as you understand I only
do Bareback.â€ 
When I first arrived he demanded I service his Shaft. It wasn't huge, maybe 5.5â€ but fat, with an angry purple Head. How I gagged when he forced It down
my throat! 
He asked me twice if I wanted his Dirty Cock up my Ass, and both times I nodded â€œYes.â€œ 
After Iâ€™d chowed down on his Meat, he flipped over, supporting himself on the couch. I â€˜d rimmed before; but this guyâ€™s Hole was looser than most, and
I was able to sink my tongue deep into his soft moist Ass tissue, inhaling the musk of his Crack and tasting his Ass Juices. 
In the bedroom he had me lie face down on the bed. For the third time he asked me, â€You want it RAW? 
For the third time I answered, â€œYes.â€ 
He handed me some Poppers, and I took a long hard hit. Poppers always loosen me up, and my inhibitions dissolve. While I sniffed, he rimmed my Mancunt,
lubing It with his Tongue, working his spit in with his fingers. He had me kneel on his face and rimmed my Crack while I sucked his Dick. 
By then he was Precuming profusely. I lapped up his Juices savoring the flavor, knowing that shortly heâ€™d be gouging my Ass with his ManMeat and creaming
my Pussy. 
He slipped from beneath me and hoisted my legs to his shoulders. He looked me straight in the eye. "Ready?" 
I was more than Ready. I was anxious to feel his Cock pierce my HIV-Gateway. As my Pussy stretched open, I
felt him inching inside me. I yelped, but he continued his Assault till his Balls slapped my Butt. He pulled back and started thrusting in me. I could
feel his Cockhead pulsate, and I bucked and rode his Shaft in response. 
"This your first time?" 
"First time with a POZ guy.â€ 
"Well, we gotta make it memorable for you. No trophies for second place." 
He pounded my Hole and broke out in a Sweat. Beads glistened on his face, dribbled down his chin and dripped into my open mouth. My body was taut,
awaiting his final Onslaught; but my mind screamed, â€œNO! THIS IS INSANE! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!â€œ 
"STOP!" I shouted, "I CAN'T GO THROUGH WITH THIS." 
"Too late, Mate. I gave you 3 chances to say â€˜Noâ€™ and each time you said, â€˜Yes.â€™ Now it's time you learned what â€˜Yesâ€™
really means. It means gettinâ€™ POZZED and taking It like a Man and not whining that
youâ€™ve changed your mind." 
I struggled beneath him, but despite my best efforts I couldn't get free. He was jabbing my Chute with long, powerful strokes and gasping for air, when he
roared, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING; AND I'M BREEDING YOUR NEG 
HOLE WITH POZ CUM." 
I felt the hot burst of his Pleasure erupt in my Pussy as he shot Volley after Volley in my Guts. What he lacked in size, he made up for in volume. It
felt like he pumped gallons of Venom in me. He fucked me a few minutes longer, working his Noxious
Jism in deeperâ€”before pulling out and making me lick him clean.

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Well, the Gay Cinema certainly works for me. It was a hot afternoon, and I got there about four. Rather than take a seat, I stood at the back.<o:p></o:p>
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This guy, 25 or so, pudgy, shaved head, with really dark circles under his eyes, kept turning around to look at me. There was something sexy about the Guy. I kept thinking, 'That Dude is POZ!' <o:p></o:p>
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After a while he got up, walked over, and stood beside me. Casually I stepped closer so that our bodies touched. Next thing I knew he was caressing my Ass. We kissed while he unzipped and pulled out his long, thin, banana-shaped Dick. I knelt down to suck it, and he ran his hand inside my briefs.<o:p></o:p>
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Quick to accommodate, I unbuckled and rummaged around for my trial size KY. Excited, I squeezed too hard and gobs of gel exploded all over my Buttocks. No matter. I leaned over a seat back; and, with no qualms nor Condom, he slid in. I hit my Poppers as he fucked me, and 5 or 6 guys turned to watch. He lost control.<o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, really, really Hot Cum," he responded.<o:p></o:p>
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"HOT like in HIV?" I stuck my tongue between his lips.<o:p></o:p>
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"More like HOT as in AIDS."<o:p></o:p>
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"Really? You don't show it."<o:p></o:p>
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"Looks are deceiving. Besides, it's dark in here." I remembered the dark circles under his eyes.<o:p></o:p>
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I felt really slutty standing there, trou down around my ankles, his POZ Cum dripping from my Ass.<o:p></o:p>
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He pushed me back down, and I sucked his Dick. He spread my Ass Cheeks. One of the voyeurs took up the invite, and another raw Cock entered my Ass. The new guy plowed in and out while Pudge ran his fingers through my hair and I sucked his Cock.<o:p></o:p>
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The Fucker was about to cum. "Ask him if he's POZ," I whispered. <o:p></o:p>
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I glanced back to see his emaciated face contort with pleasure as he shot in me. When the Wastrel withdrew, Pudge pulled me against him. Lubed by the two Loads dripping from my Cunt, his thin, curved Rod slid in to the hilt. He ground his hips against my buttocks to meld the Toxic Loads into my Pussy before he shot a second time.<o:p></o:p>
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I was in Heaven.<o:p></o:p>
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The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. Iâ€™d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled outâ€”the
Bastard! 
As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadnâ€™t I given him a tumble? He was
just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot.
Almost godlike. 
My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-
disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load. 
We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cockâ€”6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking
me&#8212 RAW. 
After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around,
kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants. 
â€œBut Iâ€™m not finished yet.â€ 
â€œI think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.â€ 
â€œI can fuck you without one. Itâ€™s just that I'm POZ.â€ 
Was I hearing right? 
I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor. 
â€œCan I shoot up your Ass?â€ 
â€œCum in meâ€”Pleease!â€ 
The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg. 
He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

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I enjoy using my POZ Cock on as many NEG fuckholes as possible. I really get off on pumping my TOXIC JIZZ into an unsuspecting NEG. It thrills me. 
Guys react so differently when they get the â€œnewsâ€. Some get depressed. Some go berserk. I know one guy who killed himself. I could barely suppress a
smile. 

I used to be a Bottom, which is why I POZZED so quickly. Now Iâ€™m a TOP, not because of a change of heartâ€”but because I do community service. 

Do you realize thereâ€™s a thousand Bottoms out there waiting to be bred, and not enough Tops to go around. I mean, right here in Indy, there are more than
I can handle. 

Itâ€™s so hot to seed an UNSUSPECTING NEGâ€”from raging queensâ€”to sex policeâ€”to gay rights advocatesâ€”to teens barely out of pubertyâ€”to married dudes
(doubly sweet if they share it with their spouses). 

I strive to put a little excitement in their lives. Give them a MANLY cause to DIE for. And since most of them are closeted, EXPLAINING POZ challenges
their intellects. 

I meat my dudes online, reststops, the Bookstore, and the Baths. I'm amazed at the number of Fags out there, both bi and gay, who can't wait to get my Poz
jizz up their mancunts. Course they donâ€™t know Iâ€™m Poz, and I donâ€™t tell â€˜em. You play, you pay, I figure. Iâ€™d lie about it first. But they
never ask. Most donâ€™t even mention condoms. 

In the past few weeks, Iâ€™ve seeded 7 guys (three at the Baths, two at the Bookstore, and two Iâ€™ve met online). Oh, yeah, and in-between Iâ€™ve taken a
few loads myself. Maybe NEG, maybe POZ. Like the others, I donâ€™t ask. 

One morning, on my way to school, I stopped to see this guy I met online. I drive by his place twice a day. The dude, who emailed me his pic, just
graduated from law schoolâ€”25, great body. Soon as I got in his living room, he went down on me. As my poison precum dribbled down his chin, I got to
thinking how nice itâ€™d be to POZ my first Solicitor. 

I thought of molding him into a total MANSLUT like myself, if I could do it without encumbrances. Lifeâ€™s too short for emotional entanglements. In my
world faggots cum and go. They sicken, crawl off into a corner, and croak. So itâ€™s best not to form attachments. I know that sounds callous, but I
didnâ€™t make the rules. 

While Iâ€™m all this was running through my head, he got me nice and boned; and I pursued him into the bedroom. He got on hands and knees and offered me his
AIDS-free ass. 

I dropped my drawers, and as he stretched to reach a condom, I drilled him. He fell back to support himself, as I plowed him raw and bareback. I didnâ€™t
have a lot of time to screw around, and before long my poison Jizz was spewing in his pussy. As I came in him, the stupid Dude cried out, "Spray it on me
man. Shoot all over me!" 

I never let a charged load go to waste like that. But not wanting to upset his applecart, I pulled it out and milked my dick like I was cumming. 

The horny dude beat off like mad and shot his cream all over his chest and stomach. I lapped up his uncontaminated seed. Since Iâ€™d skipped breakfast, the
liquid protein, despite its infertility, flowed smoothly down my throat, silencing my growling stomach. Yum! Yum! 

As I pulled up my jeans and pulled my tee back over my head, he started asking questions. Did I live with someone? Where I went to school. What was I
studying? And so on. 

Exasperated, I responded, "Dude, I'm in a hurry. Iâ€™m late for Class." 

He looked hurt, and I knew Iâ€™d have to mend my fences. I kissed him and wrote down my number. I explained that my attendance hadnâ€™t been the most
pristine, and that if I stuck around, thereâ€™d be dreadful consequences. Which in part was true, cause another load of Vermin was brewing in my balls, and
if I tarried another minute Iâ€™d be dicking him again. 

We made a date for Tuesday. After a lingering kiss which would surely would have soon led to things I was in a hurry to avoid, I departed. As I drove off,
I prayed my toxic jizz had done its job. I pictured my malignant cum dripping from his manhole. Heâ€™d soon conclude Iâ€™d cum in him. But by Tuesday all
would be forgiven and forgotten, his health concerns supplemented by his need to fuck again. 

That night he called me. We mutually wished that Tuesday werenâ€™t so far away, though I had other obligations, like the Bookstore, Reststop, and what I
hoped would be a raucously prolific Saturday-Sunday at the Baths. 

I DREAMT of him that night. How tearfully he confided he was POZ, and how I feigned surprise. How I fucked him after that, ostensibly to show support,
though my intent was reinfection. How I got him used to POZ on POZ, which, considering us, was easy. From there it was a Baby Step to POZ on NEG, as I
enticed him into 3-ways at the Baths, till he was FUCKINGLY addicted.

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There’s this guy who goes to the Baths every Saturday, nice thick muscled Stud, total Bottom. His thing is to take as much Cock as possible, and his Hole is
always lubed up and ready to go.
Sometimes guys tag him in the steam room, one after the other. And he loves it, when he’s high on Poppers, and I take him on all fours. 
He insists on a Condom and always has a handful with him when he walks around. So I always put one of them on and start humping. Because his Hole is so
sloppy, when I pull out to ram It back in, I can usually pull off the Rubber, tuck it between my Ass Cheeks, and Cream His
Ass. I’ve done this a number of times. 
And when I withdraw, since he is on his stomach, I hold him down with my weight, while I slowly reach around and grab the Rubber, pretend that I’m pulling it
off, and get it in the waste basket as fast as possible. 
I’ve charged the Dude about 5 times now, and I hear from some others that they’ve done the same.

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Confessional
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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.<o:p></o:p>
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I want to die of AIDS. I want to catch the Bug from one of the many men who seem so willing to pass it on. Then I want to infect as many Faggots as I can before I die—whether or not they want It.<o:p></o:p>
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It's been a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day, I came home from work and checked the mail. There was
a hand-printed envelope on linen paper. I opened all the other mail first, saving the best for last. 
Inside was an invitation to a weekend party. It was from Tom, a guy Iâ€™d met at the baths. Tom was an easy-going sort, who made me to open up to him.
Among other things, I admitted that I found conversion stories sexy and appealing. 

Tom told me he was POZ. By legal definition, he had AIDS, but to look at him youâ€™d never know. Seeing him fucking and sucking at the baths made me want
to be like him and POZ. 

Iâ€™d fantasized about getting AIDS and passing it to others, more than I cared to admit. Up till then my fantasies had been confined to my imagination.
They could hardly have been otherwise, since I was neg. 

But now I had a invitation to a weekend party of his. It emphasized a group of â€œPOSITIVELY-MINDED MEN,â€ and " BAREBACK SEX." No misinterpreting that.
It was a Conversion Party. 

My dick was hard and dripping. No way could I turn that down. A weekend with a group of horny guys into HIV and AIDS! Fuck, yeah, I wanted to attend!
The invitation was RSVP. I called Tom up and told him I was coming. 

The party was three weeks off. I daydreamed about it constantly, replaying my twisted fantasies in my mind. I told myself I was headed for a king-size
let-down. But it could turn out to be the kind of sick symposium Iâ€™d dreamt about. 

The party was set for Friday night till Sunday noon. The invitation said clothing would be checked at the door, so I neednâ€™t worry about what to wear. I'm
decent looking guy and in good shape, so I didnâ€™t expect Iâ€™d disappoint anyone. And, judging from what Iâ€™d seen at the baths, Tomâ€™s tastes in men
and mine were similar. The others in attendance would be at least a pleasant eyeful. 

I told my lover Iâ€™d be gone till Sunday noon. We have a really open relationship. Weâ€™ve teased each other about whoâ€™s the bigger whore, and who'd be
the first to catch an STD and pass it to the other. 

I rang the doorbell, and this cute little guy about my age opened up. He was wearing only briefs, which did little to mask his heavy cock and balls. 

" I'm Mike. And you are?" 

"Iâ€™m Joey." 

He picked up a list of attendees. 

"Got it." He crossed off my name and pointed to a door. 

"You can undress in there, and I'll lock up your clothes and valuables. Donâ€™t worry about a thing. Iâ€™ve been doing this for three years now and
havenâ€™t lost a hankie.â€ 

I entered the bathroom off the hall and slid out of my jeans, sneakers, and polo-shirt. The house was well-appointed and expensive. 

I returned to the hall wearing only my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked no older than 20 or 21. His name was Sam. 

Mike introduced us . â€œGive me your briefs,â€ he said. "Everyone else is nude. I'm just wearing since Iâ€™ve got to answer the door." 

His extended hand waited for my underwear. 

The guys appraised me as I stripped. 

My dick had grown semi-hard, and Sam was titillated. 

"I gotta get a piece of that before I leave. Sure hope youâ€™re one of those.â€ 

Sam entered the bathroom to undress, not closing the door as I had. 

Mike winked as he folded my clothes. 

I wondered what Sam meant by "one of those." 

Mike told me to go on back and join the others. 

â€œYou wonâ€™t have any trouble finding them. Straight down the hall. Just listen for the music and the voices.â€ 

A dozen guys were lounging about, sitting, standing, lying, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. A quick assessment told me I'd been right. They were all
quite nice. 

One guy was fiftyish, a daddy-type for sure. Another looked like a high school kid. And everyone else was somewhere in-between. But they had one thing in
common. They were all appealingâ€”good-looking, healthy (I supposed), sexy, American males. 

A couple of the guys came up and introduced themselves. One handed me a beer. Another pointed to the joints on the table. I noticed Sam, now nude, had
entered and was socializing. 

Guys were still arriving. And some were getting pretty soused. Personally, I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed quickly took its toll. I
suspected others were feeling likewise. 

About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest to arrive, because Mike, the greeter, came in behind him. Tom turned down the
music and called for quiet. 

He welcomed everyone and said he was glad we could attend. 

"You all know what weâ€™re here for, and thatâ€™s lots of good sex. But apart from that, I know a lot of you have personal objectives. You know who you
areâ€”so I wonâ€™t go into that. 

I hate to restate the obvious, but there are ground rules. Oral is okay, but stick primarily to fucking. Make sure when you cum, itâ€™s in someoneâ€™s ass.

. Switch positions oftenâ€”and I don't mean missionary and doggie-style.â€ 

Guys giggled nervously. 

"I mean be top as well as bottom. Give as well as you get. Share your seed. Change partners often. Donâ€™t do the same guy twice till youâ€™ve done us
all. Charge up as many guys as possible. Take as much ass-cum as you can. And anyone found in the possession of a condom will be asked to leave.â€ 

"There are 20 of us here, not counting me. 12 of you are neg, and 8 are poz. That puts the odds at 40% of taking a charged load. Donâ€™t ask anyone his
status nor reveal your own, which could change at any minute." 

I felt my knees go weak. This was a party planned around RAW FUCKING with guys into AIDS and HIV, an assemblage of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. These guys,
like me, were out to fuck and be fucked raw, HIV and AIDS be damned. 
"Donâ€™t be too quick to wash the cum out of your ass. But bath and shower, replete with towels, are down the hall and on the right. Thereâ€™s also the
john where you came in and one downstairs. The den has porn vids running continuously. Same with the rec room in the basement. Both are good places to
catch a catnap. Youâ€™ll find plenty of snacks in the kitchen, but please avoid that area between 7 and 8 AM and 4 and 5 tomorrow. Thatâ€™s when the
caterers come in. 

â€œAs most of you know, thereâ€™s a variety of lube and weed and poppers at the bar. Do anything and anyone you like." 

Tomâ€™s last risquÃ© remark sparked a massive, marathon orgy. Guys were pairing up everywhere. They were piling onto couches and the pillows and mats
that lined the carpet. 

A hungry hand groped my ass, and I turned around to find Mike, the greeter. 

"Ready for some action, stud?" His throbbing cock betrayed concupiscence. 

"Sure am." 

We wound our way past a maze of tangled bodies to a vacant mattress in the corner. He fell on top of me, and his dickhead probed my ass. 

He hastily smeared some lube on me, and used the rest to coat his cock. With two powerful thrusts he entered me then paused as I absorbed his fullness. Our
lips connected; our tongues entwined. 

He slid his big dick in and out of me. He fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, almost entirely withdrawing before plunging in me to the hilt. I matched
him stroke for stroke, meeting his invading shaft with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cream out of this man. I moaned in lust for the d-i-
s-e-a-s-e. 
"Fuck me, Mike. I want it," I said between his thrusts. 

"What do you want, Joey?" he asked as he pulsed into me. "Tell me what you really want." 

"I WANT YOUR POZ CUM, MAN. I WANT YOU TO PUMP ME FULL OF H-I-V!" 

That sent him over the edge. His pounding became furious. 

"YOUâ€™RE SO FUCKINâ€™ TWISTED, MAN. YOU WANT MY VENOM IN YOUR ASS.â€ 

"Well take it, then!" 

"Shit, yeah, Mike. Cream my ass! Please shoot in me!" 

He lunged forth viciously as his thick cock spasmed in my hole. Hot blasts of noxious seed violated my guts. The deadly virus invaded me with every fiery
jab. I ground my buttocks against him to absorb his lethal load. 

He stopped, hips jutted forward, his dick impaling me as far as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath. 
Quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious about being NEG. Donâ€™t give it away. Everyone here wants POZ JIZZ, either to infect or reinfect them. Keep â€˜em
guessing. Donâ€™t disappoint by letting them know youâ€™re neg. You may not be much longer." 

With that he pulled out and wandered off, seeking someone else to poz or be pozzed by. 

I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached
the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase. 

"You wanna fuck or be fucked first?" 

"I want to fuck you, dude,â€ I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum." 

Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I imagined I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was.
Regardless, the tight mancunt beneath his balls proved a succulent receptacle. 

It didn't take me long to shoot. We traded places and his dick slid easily in my cum-lubed hole. As he drew close I licked the purple bruises on his neck.
Wet with spittle they seemed to glow. KS lesions? Probably. The guy had AIDS. 

Suddenly inspired I pummeled my ass against his pubes to meet the penetration of his noxious cock. And when I felt him tensing, I ground my ass against him,
to suck out every drop of toxic cum. 

He winked at me as he withdrew, but I clasped my hands behind his back and wouldnâ€™t let him go. He knelt there, staring down at me, a cynical smile
transfiguring his face. 

He held his right arm out to me, palm up and turned away, revealing a large lesion, halfway between his armpit and his elbow. He pressed it to my lips, and
I began to lick and suck it till the skin around it reddened. 

He stood straight up, his ankles planted firmly against my ribs. His cock, now shrunken to a fraction of its former mass, spewed forth a golden stream aimed
directly at my gaping mouth, but raining down on neck and shoulders, dribbling past my ears and pits, onto the surface of the rubber mat. The guys around us
applauded. 

His defecation done, he set out in pursuit of other pleasures. Hastily I retrieved a towel to dry myself and the urine from the mat. 

From there, the party blurredâ€”whether from the weed, or beer, or lack of nourishment, or merely from the aberrant thrill of being a participant in such
decadent behaviorâ€”I cannot tell. 

For the next 36 hours I fucked and got fucked by guys at least as debauched as I. It became obvious, as time went by, from casual conversations and off-
the-cuff remarksâ€”I was in good companyâ€”with men as hell-bent on self-annihilation as myself. 

As the party went on and guys got spent. A lot of us were eating or dozing or merely watching, and only a few were actively fucking as the rest of us egged
them on. 

When I fucked before the group, I heard them urge the top to poison me. I wondered if there was a single neg present who had escaped at least one charged
load. I was soon to get an answer. 

Near noon on Sunday Tom had each poz guy stand up for accolades. 

7 of my 15 loads were POZ. The second guy Iâ€™d fucked, the guy who pissed on me, actually did have AIDS. My rod ballooned as I as I recalled each
episode. 

The young man, Sam, hadn't been so fortunate.. He was the sole participant who had managed to avoid every poz guy present. 

Defiantly, he lay down before the group and raised his legs. He dared any Giver to step forward and pump a charged load in him. 

Tom intervened before anyone could react. â€œBeing poz the longest and having fucked the least, I figure I deserve first crack at you.â€ 

We all cheered as our host plowed into Sam. After Tom, a couple other poz guys mounted him, in what turned out to be, for Sam, a very effective climax. 

Tom reminded us that, in a week or two, we might get sick. Heâ€™d hosted these poz parties annually for the past three years, and weâ€™d be invited back.
He kept a roster of similar affairs with other groups and individuals. If anyone remained unconverted, a rematch was available, with himself or one of his
poz buddies. He urged us lucky ones to share the seed, overtly or covertly. I took his words to heart. 

12 days later I fell ill and stayed home from work. In the coming months I was a nervous wreck till I got my test results. 
. That evening I had my dick up my boyfriendâ€™s ass as usual, in the intimate fuck you do with someone you've screwed a hundred times. 

"I got my test results back today." 

He flinched, but kept on fucking. 

"So youâ€™re pozzing me?" 

"I guess." 

We kissed, as he pushed up to accept my jizz and welcome the inevitable. His acquiescence turned me on. I must have spewed a cup of venom into him. 

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The young man emailed me, saying he wanted to explore Gay Sex. I met him at the motel parking lot; and as soon as I saw him, I wanted him. He was cute,
divorced, 25, 5â€™9", 150, brown hair, and wore wire rim glasses that made him look, well, bookish. 
We got a room, and I suggested he take a shower. He came out with a little white towel wrapped around his waist. I asked him if he had sucked Cock
before. No, but a guy had sucked him just last week. My Shaft twitched as I studied his sweet Ass. 
I yanked off his towel. His Cock was 6 inches, hard, and oozing. I sucked him, licked his Balls, got him squirming, ran my hands up his smooth thighs, and
shoved my finger in his Butt. When I connected with his Prostate, he moaned, â€œOh, my God!â€ His Pole throbbed, his
Butthole tightened; and I thought he was gonna amputate my digit when he shot in my mouth. I didnâ€™t swallow his all his Cum, but used it to lubricate his
Hole. I placed a pillow beneath his Ass. 
 â€œWhat are ya gonna do?â€ As if he had not an inkling. 
â€œTime to get fucked, Bud. I need it bad; and you do, too. You just donâ€™t know it yet.â€ 
 â€œGo easy, Man! Thisâ€™ll be my first.â€ 
I told him not to worry. It might hurt a bit, but heâ€™d Cum to love it. 
I pressed my Tool against his Hole. So tight! I tried again. I balled his briefs and shoved them in his mouth. My Rod popped in. He closed his eyes, as
tears streaked down his cheeks. I told him I couldnâ€™t, wouldnâ€™t stop . 
I saw blood on my Dick. My Cock throbbed in his Ass. I pushed in all the way, paused, pulled out the briefs, leaned forward, and kissed him. I decided it
was time to plow him. By then he was really getting into it. 

â€œFuck me! 

â€œYeah, man. I wanna knock you up." 
I pistoned my Cock in deeper and blasted a huge Wad of Poison Jism up his tight Ass. I pulled out and saw this gaping Hole.
I placed my finger up his Cunt and felt my Noxious Seed swimming in his guts. I told him to squeeze his Ass Muscles a bit, and
a juicy mixture of Blood and Cum and Shit oozed out. I got so aroused that I screwed him three times more before he left. Before the month was over heâ
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Down at the University thereâ€™s this tearoomâ€”a small men's room in the basement of the undergrad library, the best kept secret at LU. It only has two
stalls and a single urinal in front of them. Not only was a 5 inch glory hole cut between the stalls, but convenient one-inch peepholes pierced the stall
doors. Like the carpenters, whoâ€™d finished the toilet, were queer themselves. 
Through these orifices, one could view:

the guy in the next booth;
whatever anyone wanted to show off at the urinal;
and whomever was coming in.

There were double doors to the outside, the farthest one in dire need of lubricationâ€”so it was the perfect setup. 
Thursday night, about 10 PM, I was in the in one of the stalls. It had been a disappointing evening, so my sexual intuitiveness awakened when the outer door
squeaked opened. 
The guy was mid-40â€™s, tall and rangy, with a ruddy face, thinning blonde hair and a mustache, dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans. His blue eyes were
narrowed and he looked very intent, not really handsome, but, nonetheless, exciting. And very acceptable. 
He entered the stall, and I saw that he was wearing cowboy boots. He sat on the toilet; and soon the narrow toe of his boot slid close to the partition, and
he tapped the floor. I responded in kind and, a square of toilet paper appeared, with black marking pen. 
"Want to suck me?" 
â€œOK,â€ I wrote on the same square of paper and passed it back to him. 
Peering through the glory hole, I saw him pull off his cowboy boots. He yanked off his socks and stuffed them in the boots. He pulled down his jeans and
hung them on the stall door. He was naked from the waist down. That was risky; but despite my nervousness, I found myself admiring the guy's daring. I was
amazed when, instead of using the glory hole, he lay down on his back and stretched his long legs into my stall; and I got my first glimpse of the cock I had
committed to suck. 
It wasn't huge, but it had a very nice shape. My hungry lips were in his crotch in an instant. I took him all the way down to the root; his strong hands
grasped the back of my head and shoved me down farther as his hips began to gyrate. 

I started to gag; my eyes watered; I couldnâ€™t breathe. When I tried to rise off his cock, his powerful grip forced me down further. Struggling for air,

I panicked. His engorged dickhead jammed my air passage. I pictured myself turning blue. I imagined the headline: â€œLocal found asphyxiated in library
toilet.â€ In desperation, using all the strength I could muster, I rose up on my elbows, shoulders heaving, gasping for air. 
I gazed warily at the treacherous organ I had attempted to devour, but which had almost devoured me. It jutted upwards, daring, mocking, still completely
erect. I heard a sigh of disappointment from the other side. 
"Whatâ€™d yuh stop for?" 
"Sorry, man. Had to breathe. You play a little rough." 
"Wanna get fucked?" 
"Want me to come in there? Thatâ€™d be kinda risky.â€ 
"No. Take off your pants and slide under like I did." 
Nervous as I was, I liked the studâ€™s can-do attitude. 
"Okay," I said, hardly believing what I was doing. It would be one thing if another faggot interrupted us; but if Security, or a cop, walked inâ€¦. 
But his confidence and my sexual hunger got the best of me. I slipped off my Nikes and peeled down my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so all I had
on was my T-shirt and athletic socks. Hanging up my pants, I sat down on the floor. 
Cold tiles chilled my butt, but I hardly noticed as I stretched my legs under the stall wall. He quickly grabbed them and pulled me toward him so that my
butt bumped over the tiles, and I fell backward, striking my head on the floor, as my Tee clumped up under my armpits. 
Most of my body was in his stall. My partner in crime had taken off his shirt. We were naked together, about to butt-fuck in a public restroom. I felt as
if I were living out what I had seen in a dozen fuck videos. I was nervous and horny, and my heart was pounding. 
I saw him squeeze some white lotion from a little plastic bottle into his palm. His nails were at least a quarter inch long, but perfectly clean and
manicured. Before I knew it, he stuck two thick, long-nailed fingers up my ass. Within minutes his invading fingers had coaxed an enormous amount of
precum from my dick. It oozed out of my piss-slit and ran down my shaft. 
He bent over and licked it upâ€”leaving me slippery wet with a slimy mixture of precum and saliva. He worked my hole with his long nails, and sucked my
precum, for what must have been 20 minutes. I was helpless, a slave to sexual bliss, trapped between his nails massaging my prostate and his lips sucking
the bejesus out of my cock. 
He withdrew his fingers and guided his dick in their place. Since he wasnâ€™t particularly large, it was an easy transition. Anticipation of his hard organ
filling me added to my already feverish state and sent me over the edge. For the first time in a long time, I came without touching myself. My load
exploded out of my dickhead, and gobs of cum splashed across my bare stomach. 
"Nice," he chuckled, as he hiked my legs on his shoulders and began to thrust in earnest with quick, powerful jabs. His breathing quickened and turned to
harsh gasps that echoed off the bathroom walls. I prayed no one else was in the basement, for surely his grunts and groans could be heard well beyond the
double entrance doors. His organ pulsed and throbbed as he spewed hot jizz into my hole. 
He stayed in me for another 5 or 10 minutes, grinding his seed into me. Now that the deed was done, he moved to clean up. I got to my feet and dressed;
but he was quicker, pulling on his clothes and leaving the stall while I was still dabbing at the cum trickling down my leg. I realized he must have shot a
very full load. 
I stayed in the stall, sensing he was in no mood for conversation. I rather wished Iâ€™d gotten his nameâ€”Maybe we could get together again. I peered
through the peephole for a final glimpse of him. He was primping his blonde hair in the mirror above the sink. 
Sensing I was watching, he glanced back at the stall. He pulled a napkin from the dispenser. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the same black marker
heâ€™d used to write his toilet paper note, and scribbled on the napkin. 
Hot ziggety! He was going to give me his name and number after all. Weâ€™d be able to keep in touch! Still tingling from the fucking Iâ€™d just received,
I thought to myself Iâ€™d like nothing better. 
As he turned to go, he stopped in front of my stall, dropped the napkin to the tile, and walked out. Anxiously I reached beyond the door to grasp his note
which had fallen in a tiny wadded square. 
Nothing there at first. I unfolded it again and again. There it wasâ€”his message. In neatly printed block letters it read: 
â€œI have AIDS. Do you?â€ 
And all I could think of was his long fingernails working my innards and his cum rolling down my thigh.

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A few years ago my Lover and I were stricken with night fever, our code word for anonymous raw sex in back rooms, the baths, and movie houses. We both needed it bad, so we headed to the gay movie house. Since it was barely around the corner, we got there in minutes. <o:p></o:p>
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As usual, we wished each other good luck and parted. The place reeked of Mancunt and Poppers. I took a seat to watch the flic. The two dudes on the screen were stripping, flesh-on-flesh, 69ing, fucking, shooting their Manjuice in each other’s mouths and guts. 
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It was time to patrol the back room. I prowled the darkened corridors with years of blatant familiarity. I sat on a bench and unzipped my fly, unfettering my rock-hard Rod. A hand grabbed it. "OH, fuck me! Fuck me!" a voice moaned. Before I could answer, a Bubble Butt sat right down on my Cock. I hadn’t planned on fucking, hoping to get sucked; but by then I didn't care. Waves of pleasure careened down my Shaft. <o:p></o:p>
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My Balls were just about to release their prize. Suddenly, Bubble Butt was gone. "Shit!" I cursed the darkness, tucking my aching Dick back in, and walked away, hoping maybe Tight Ass wanted me to follow. But he was nowhere to be seen. <o:p></o:p>
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I sat back down and felt on either side of me. No one. A match flared. For a few seconds I glimpsed a few men across the aisle. A Black Guy caught my fancy and for an instant we made eye-contact. His match went out. I reached in my pocket and flicked my Bic. <o:p></o:p>
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Someone sat down beside me. We both lit up. It was the Black Dude. "Follow me," he demanded. I pursued him into the john—a small Hell Hole where piss hadn’t properly flushed in years. We went into a small stall. I dropped my jeans, unburdening my throbbing Shaft. He dropped his pants and turned to face me. <o:p></o:p>
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"OH MY GOD!" I cried out, staring at a rare 12-incher. It was the real McCoy. I dropped to my knees and sucked that swollen Dick. I ran my hungry tongue down his massive Undershaft to his mammoth Balls. I had to do each one independently. Both just wouldn't fit. <o:p></o:p>
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I sucked that colossal Black Rod with well practiced precision. I wanted to enjoy that stupendous Manshaft every which way I could. I’d encountered only 4 or 5 that size in my lifetime. So I kept changing how and what I did, plying him with every trick in the book, anxious to drain that epic Ball Sac. I got him moaning, licked his Asshole, then went back to that gigantic Cock, gently nibbling the humungous Shaft as I went.<o:p></o:p>
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As he slowly pumped the Monster Head in and out of my mouth, my right hand rubbed, squeezed and cupped his massive Nuts. My left hand pumped my own Meat. I didn't want either of us to come soon, but I couldn’t afford to let that one get away. Finally hot Jizm filled my mouth. Ropes and ropes of it. My left hand grew sticky with my own Cum. After his last squirt, he pulled out, disappointment all over his face. <o:p></o:p>
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"You wanted to get fucked?" His Seed dripped down my hand. His face hung almost as low as his member. <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, I’d hoped to." <o:p></o:p>
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"I just couldn't help it." <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, I know." His words spoke volumes. “Every time a guy gets a glimpse of my size, they never get around to fucking. “<o:p></o:p>
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“Just as well. I’m POZ.”<o:p></o:p>
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"I’m a Bugchaser, man!” He zipped up his jeans and unlatched the door.
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 “Wait!” I exclaimed, my mind whirling. I couldn’t let this rare bird get away. My BF would never forgive me. “My Lover’s here. He’s POZ and a Top. And he isn’t on Meds.” I took his hand and drew Daniel into the Lion’s Den. 
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I'd come to town to see my favorite white trash band. I love attending their concerts, though I stand out from the crowd and often get taken for a drug dealer—or worse—a cop! <o:p></o:p>
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I'm not tall, but stocky and well built. And, I suppose, being black with a killer smirk, materially contributes to my straight white world formidability. Gay-wise, I'm just the opposite. I'd fuck myself if that were possible. <o:p></o:p>
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So there I was in town to see this garbage band, when I got the sorry news—concert cancelled—their tour bus broken down 200 miles north. <o:p></o:p>
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Actually the city wasn't new to me. I'd been there before and had a few acquaintances—but nothing serious—no Fuck Buds or anything.<o:p></o:p>
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I tried to make the best of a bad scene and called up a trick from the last time I was in town. But Rob was preoccupied—with a mutual acquaintance of ours—actually a good friend of mine from my neck of the woods. Todd was a sweet guy and a father figure to me. He had a thing for Blacks, but had never put the make on me for fear of POZZING me. Tsk! Tsk!<o:p></o:p>
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So, after exchanging pleasantries, I hung up the phone and, likewise, hung up the concert duds I wouldn't get to wear that night. After a nap, I planned on heading out to the Baths. I felt deprived and in need of an ego boost.
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When I awoke, I showered and preened for an evening on the town. The phone rang, and it was Rob and Todd downstairs. <o:p></o:p>
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Todd pulled out a joint and passed it to me, while Rob massaged my chest, and his fingertips felt like electric prods as they danced across my tits.<o:p></o:p>
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They invited me to go bar-hopping with them; but that seemed too hit-or-miss. So Rob suggested I check out The Cellar, a bathhouse catering to a more diverse, if older, crowd. He even had a discount pass for me. <o:p></o:p>
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After a couple beers, Todd handed me another joint and told me to save it for the next guy who really turned me on. Horny as I was, I knew Mr. Perfect would shortly cum along. <o:p></o:p>
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I took a wrong turn and drove for what seemed like hours up and down the dark, deserted downtown streets. So it was past 10 when I arrived. Since I had Rob's coupon in my pocket, I splurged and got a room. <o:p></o:p>
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Having gotten lost, I felt a little out of sorts; and the other joint Todd had given me looked SOOOOH ENTICING. I caved, and leaned back on the bunk. Finally, at peace with the world, gripping my ever present Poppers bottle, I headed out to cruise the world.<o:p></o:p>
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AN OPEN DOOR! INSIDE A BEAR BEATING HIS MEAT! On the third approach, I inched into the archway and caressed my privates through my towel. He waved me in and promptly rammed his funky Uncut down my throat. Attracted by his moans and groans, a group of perverts gathered outside his door. He was a vociferous one, he was! <o:p></o:p>
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Another hit of Poppers, and all hell broke loose. The beers, the joint, and Poppers all hit me at once. It was seconds before it dawned on me he was cuming down my throat; and, much more to my liking, someone else was fingering my Cunt.<o:p></o:p>
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I swallowed and excused myself from the Bear's room, and the gawkers started to disperse. I stumbled down the hall; and, as I hoped, Magic Fingers caught up with me and rammed his finger up my Butt. My basic instincts tend toward passivity, so I stood there in the center of the hall, buck naked, my towel crumpled about my feet, as he slid another digit in beside the first. Like vultures circling easy prey, guys surrounded us again, and a real mean Dude with an even meaner Dick approached and tweaked my Nips.<o:p></o:p>
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"OUCH! GODAMMIT! HURTS!" <o:p></o:p>
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But he ignored my anguished pleas and twisted them unmercifully till I was up on tippy toes moaning like a Slut. Mainly to shut me up, I suppose, he rammed his putrid, halitosistic lingua down my throat.<o:p></o:p>
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At last he relaxed his death-grip on my titties; and I slumped down on my heels, only to be greeted by two more digits up my Cunt--shy by a thumb of a Full Fist. My Pussy felt distended like it'd never been before—a gaping Vulva begging penetration by all the Faggot Bastards ogling me. <o:p></o:p>
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 Up till then I'd never taken more than a three fingers up my Cunt—and was half inclined to bolt—when some kleptomaniacal Punker yanked my Poppers from my palm and practically rammed the whole damn vial up my schonz. <o:p></o:p>
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First whiff, and I wished Magic Fingers would probe deeper. Second whiff, and I leaned backwards, forcing Magic Fingers deeper up my Cunt. <o:p></o:p>
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"YOU FUCK?" he asked, as I bent down to blow Rough Trade.<o:p></o:p>
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Not waiting for an answer, Magic Fingers rammed his whole 8-Inches up my Butt! Bucked forward by this penile penetration, Rough Trade's entire 7-Incher slid with no resistance down my throat. Startled as I was by the turn events had taken, it was, nonetheless, Nirvana as they ground away at my Holes from both ends.<o:p></o:p>
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From all angles and directions, guys emerged out of the woodwork, and one concupiscent protagonist crawled beneath us to suck my Cock. Cum, Sweat, and Piss puddled everywhere, and the Thief who'd swiped my Poppers kept them pressed tight against my nostrils so the Orgy could proceed ad nauseum. Finally, when Magic Fingers withdrew his Deathstick, I wilted like a wet noodle, sinking to my knees. Rivulets of creamy skank oozed forth from my Pussy like putrid exudation from an industrial canal.<o:p></o:p>
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Guys everywhere beat their Meat, awaiting a chance to bury their Hatchets up my Ass, until, finally, one concerned observer asked if I needed help. Meekly I glanced up into the smirking countenance of Rob. He commended me for taking on all Cumers. <o:p></o:p>
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"And I did enjoy the Piece of Ass, thank you. But there's another who craves your Mancunt even more than I did."<o:p></o:p>
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I followed the direction of his nod, and there, behind a couple Old Trolls, stood Todd. Petty me bemoaned my stolen Poppers bottle. A tall, skinny Dude with a Biohazard Tat on his 'cep came to my rescue. He was the second to compliment me on being a "Great Fuck." "Here," he offered, handing me his nearly empty vial. "You need 'em more than I do." <o:p></o:p>
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Suddenly it dawned on me. While I'd been bent over, halfway to LaLa Land, MR. POZ TAT and his cohorts had had their way with me. I surveyed the sticky tile floor beneath me—befouled with drying Cum—not a discarded Condom anywhere. <o:p></o:p>
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Todd smiled. "Now, are you ready for my Load?" <o:p></o:p>
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The question, if it was one, was largely rhetorical. We hightailed it to his room. Steady streams of spoogey, creamy rivulets trickled down my thighs; and with each step a telltale "Squish, Squish, Squish" emanated from my Cunt.<o:p></o:p>
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DAVE AND I
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Dave and I had been together over a year. He's older than me—42, gray eyes, and gorgeous. He's also POZ. We both are now. I remember our first date. I grabbed his package. I wanted him to pierce my Hole. He brushed my hand away.<o:p></o:p>
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"We have to talk." <o:p></o:p>
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"Not now. " I answered. "I need your Cum." <o:p></o:p>
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"Steve," he replied, "I'm POZ . I don't want to infect you." Back then I was still NEG. <o:p></o:p>
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For the next 11 months we did Safe Sex. He'd suck me raw; we did our fucking with a Condom. He even insisted I use a Rubber when I sucked him. I hated that. I told him so. I'd always barebacked, ever since I was 15. He was the only one I ever did Safe Sex with—because I loved him. I hated that. I couldn't stand that Latex barrier between us, and his sweet Cum being trapped and flushed. <o:p></o:p>
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I told him I fantasized about converting. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided things would change—or else. That night I begged Dave to fuck me. He started playing with my Ass. I told him what I wanted. <o:p></o:p>
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"NO RUBBERS. I want YOU Dave. I want your DNA in me. I want to forge a bond between us. If we don't do it raw tonight, I don't know what the future holds for us."
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He responded by sticking his finger up my Ass and pressing hard. I was practically foaming at the mouth. Abruptly he stood up. <o:p></o:p>
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"Once it happens, there's no going back. You will be POZ, and it'll change your life. Yeah, I've fantasized about breeding you; but those were crazy, insane notions.<o:p></o:p>
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"I've bred Bottoms before, but not like you. You're different. They were Sluts. They deserved the BUG. I didn't give a shit about them. But you.…"
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"Face it, Davie. I 'm a Slut, too. The Baths were practically my home before I met you. Too bad I didn't get GIFTED then. If you left your Seed in all those guys, then you can do the same for me. I'm telling you, I can't go on like this."<o:p></o:p>
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I glanced at his crotch. His turgid Dick tented poignantly against his jeans. He looked so conflicted. I reached out and undid his zipper. Suddenly liberated, his Rod sprang out. <o:p></o:p>
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Dave started to speak, but I dropped to my knees and sucked his Cock without a Rubber. Fuck, it was so good! Our perspiration, the mix of man smells, and my own insidious craving drove me wild. All Dave could do was moan. <o:p></o:p>
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I reveled in his dripping Jizm. Charged—did it taste different? Or was it me? Who cared? I was in heaven. I sucked him fast and furious. Dave began to thrust his hips. He held my cheeks and fucked my face. <o:p></o:p>
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"Suck me, Queer!" he yelled. "Lube it for your Ass!" 
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I led him to the bedroom and yanked off my clothes. He kicked off his and tossed them on the floor. Dave reached for a Rubber.<o:p></o:p>
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 "NO!" I said.<o:p></o:p>
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"I can't fuck you raw, Stevie. I love you."
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"Then show me, please. Put your Cock in me and fill me with your Jizz. That's what I want. POZ ME!" I pleaded. <o:p></o:p>
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He rubbed his Cock along my Crack. I felt him dripping. 'Fuck!' I thought. "At last he's gonna breed me!" I almost shot my Load right then. He spat on his Shaft, butted up against my Pussy, and pressed on in. He reached for his Poppers and took three big hits. He handed me the bottle. As I raised it to my nose, I felt his Cock pop in. He was in me. Raw—at last! After all the Dick I'd taken—always wondering if I'd convert. Another raw Cock, and no more wondering. I whiffed the Poppers. Apprehensively, Dave began to fuck me—slow and gentle.<o:p></o:p>
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 "I can't. We got to stop," he chanted, but kept up a steady pace. <o:p></o:p>
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"Breed me Davie! Breed me like a Bitch. Make me your slave. Possess me. Give me your BUG! Please don't stop. Fuck my Hole! Give me your Jizm! POZ ME, please! Give me the GIFT!"<o:p></o:p>
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Ambivalently Dave plowed my Hole at a steady pace. He stretched my Mancunt to the limit, and it began to hurt. If I asked him to lube my Ass, I might lose my chance. So I had to grin and bare it. 'Once I get POZ, we'll bareback ever after,' I comforted myself. Dave's breath grew labored as his Sack slammed against my Butt. <o:p></o:p>
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"Give it to me, Davie. Breed my Ass!" <o:p></o:p>
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Dave gulped and swallowed and huffed and puffed. "FUCK YOU, YOU SLUT! YOU WANT IT, DONCHA? YOU WANT MY GIFT? WELL, HERE IT IS—MY TOXIC SEED!"<o:p></o:p>
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Then I felt it. My Ass flooded with his warmth. Finally! I've always been appreciative of Jizm--but that was special—the Bond that would unite us till death did us part. <o:p></o:p>
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That was how I finally got POZZED. Dave spasmed many times, each ejaculation filling me with Cum. I shot and never touched myself. I stared at the Jizz soaking into the sheets beneath me. 'My last NEG Load,' I prophesied. A smirk crossed my face. I lay flat on the bed, my damp NEG Cum beneath my chest. Dave collapsed on top of me. He wept. <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh God, Steve, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I lay still beneath him, my back against his chest. I didn't feel remorse. I felt triumphant, for he had finally sated me. As his Cock softened and slipped out, Poison Jizm dripped down my Nuts.<o:p></o:p>
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‘Finally,’ I thought. 'Conversion at last! Thanks, Lord!' I prayed. "Thank you," I said to Dave. "This is the day I've been waiting for."<o:p></o:p>
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We fucked all weekend. Dave became a Dirty Sex Pig. HIV does that to some; others grow impotent. He told me he wanted to be sure it took. He wanted so bad to make me happy.<o:p></o:p>
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Death at an Early Age
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I headed out to the park earlier, and there were 15 guys or so cruising in the brush. I had a 3-way and sucked off several dudes. So overall it was a pozitive foray. <o:p></o:p>
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I ran into a POZ Acquaintance I hadn't seen in years. He strikes his Tops as death warmed over, but is practically a God to those of us who celebrate the carnal pleasures for which he'd sacrificed his health. <o:p></o:p>
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It was never his appearance that turned me on—but that fuckin' Cock of his. How many times had it been around the block? I wrapped my lips about it and finger-fucked his Shitter. Did I want to screw him? Bet I did. I took a whiff of Poppers and, by the time he got his pants down around his ankles, I was fuckin' hot to trot. It was fantastic fuckin' him—fantasizing about whatever new and wondrous STD he'd acquired for his Tops. <o:p></o:p>
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As I slammed his Ass, a Tall Dude approached, pulled out his Dick, and fed it to POZ Man. As the Bottom chomped away on it, I brazenly invited the Suckee to sample the Sucker's Other End.<o:p></o:p>
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Soon as I pulled out, the Stranger eagerly entrenched his Seven Inches deep up POZ Man's gut. In turn I lent the Dude my Poppers, lubed him up, and screwed his busy Ass.<o:p></o:p>
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Needless to say, it was fabulous blasting my Seed up the Tall Man's Butt, while, simultaneously, he shot his Load in POZ Man's Cunt. <o:p></o:p>
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After the Dude thanked us and took off, I dropped to my knees and quenched my thirst with Nectar of Toxic Spooge.<o:p></o:p>
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Poz Man and I caught up on current events. He'd broken in a Virgin there the week before—a recent high school grad. The Punk went off with a big smile on his face and an Ass full of POZ Cum. <o:p></o:p>
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We speculated how the Boy would react when he found out he'd been charged. Would he use his inheritance as God intended or psychologically succumb? Who knows? And, frankly, who gives a damn? <o:p></o:p>
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I'd intended to go out again tonight, but I'm cuming down with something for the umpteenth time this year. I don't dig getting sick, but I'm resigned to it. Guess it's the price you pay for living on the edge; plus, if abstinence were the only viable alternative, I'd just as soon be dead.<o:p></o:p>
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It happened Wednesday in a bathhouse in L.A. I was feeling majorly horny, so I gulped down two Viagra tabs and waited. After an encounter with two Top Sluts in their room, it was non-stop breeding. I really got plowed in the Sling Room where a group of anonymous Brothers queued up to shoot up my Ass—so much so that the last Top got smothered in more Spooge than he ejaculated. Three hours and a dozen Loads later, Cum ran down my leg. <o:p></o:p>
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When I got home I got online and found a precocious Youth with whom to further sodomize my Manhood. Because the Cum in me had homogenized with my Butt Juices, the Loads the Youth felched out of my Ass were definitely rank. To this I can testify because he fed them back to me in multiple kisses. Once again the atmosphere grew charged with the unmistakable fragrance of POZ Cum.<o:p></o:p>
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Later that night I hunkered down and squeezed the raunchy Jizm out of my Butt Hole. What puddled on the tile was a pancake of viscous yellow Slime. I thrust out my tongue and licked that foul, polluted pool of Male Excretion off the floor. Thinned by the heat of my mouth, the coagulated Goop flowed readily down my throat.<o:p></o:p>
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On my last trip to the Baths I ran into a Young Dude sitting by himself. So, being the gregarious Slut that I am, I sat down beside him and we started to talk. Turned out it was his first trip the Baths. He was 19 and out barely for a year. He usually hit the clubs, but was tired of the supercilious crowd. <o:p></o:p>
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“So what took you so long to hit the Baths?” <o:p></o:p>
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 “It’s sleazy, and only old Trolls hang out here.” Obviously he'd never been to the bookstores or he’d know what “sleazy” really meant. He went on to rant and rave about how “crazy” and “stupid” the clientele were to practice Unsafe Sex. “Doing it without a Condom is just beggin’ for a disease.” 
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“Have you ever taken it raw?”<o:p></o:p>
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"On my face, but never down my throat.”<o:p></o:p>
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 I wanted to tell him “on” doesn’t count, that he was still a Virgin as far as I was concerned; but I kept my mouth shut and let him ramble on. 
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“I’ve run into guys who bareback; but I’ll NEVER do shit like that.” 
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He reminded me of the Condom Nazis. His attitude sucked; but, sadly, it echoed that of a lot of young guys. They go through life avoiding risks and worrying about what might happen, instead of enjoying life and all it entails. <o:p></o:p>
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Barebacking isn't dangerous of itself. Your partner actually has to have HIV—believe it or not. And it’s far from a foregone conclusion you’ll catch the BUG the first time. Yeah, it happens—but that’s rare. It’s repetition—as in Bug Chasing—that ups the luck of the draw. <o:p></o:p>
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Even my Bud (a Cum Slut to the nth degree) sometimes forgets that just cause he’s taken a LOAD doesn't mean it’s the one. Though, in his case, considering as often as he’s been bred, it’s just a matter of time. <o:p></o:p>
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Anyway the Young Dude really irked me cause he was cute in a fucked up kind of way—too cute to be NEG. There’s nothing I’d rather see than his Young Ass POZZED or DISEASED. Then he could get over the Safe Sex Hurdle—and get on with his life. <o:p></o:p>
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“What the fuck are you looking for then?”<o:p></o:p>

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“A nice young guy, no older than 25, who’ll whisk me off my feet and to his room and fuck me. With a Condom, of course.”<o:p></o:p>
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Of course, but there weren’t many guys like that there. Very few of the patrons, young or old, were keen on Safe Sex. <o:p></o:p>
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Still his remarks did offer hope. Since he had his first visit under his belt, the next time he’ll be more relaxed—maybe a little off guard. Maybe he’ll cum back a little high on liquor or drugs. It’s amazing the number of boozers who top off a night at the Baths. Then maybe some savvy Young Man—a POZ guy—would drop by his room. And while Junior lay face down on his bunk, would yank off his Condom and breed Junior with a Load of HOT Cum. Only then would his Destiny be fulfilled.<o:p></o:p>
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I was on vacation and hanging out at the local bar when this cute guy came over and started talking like he knew me. His name was Dion. Before long we were
hugging and kissing, and I was getting pretty hot so I suggested we go back to my motel. 

We sat on the couch and got all over each other. I figured it was going to be easy getting inside him. We groped each other like a couple of teenagers and
were getting pretty sexed up. We moved to the bed, where we practically tore each othersâ€™ clothes off. He was a quite a sight--smooth skin, slender
frame, with a 6" cock standing tall and proud. 

The sight of his dick made my own hole twitch. I wasn't sure how this was going to turn out. Much as I like drilling a tight hole, I can go either way. We
tumbled around on the bed. Sometimes I was on top of him, and sometimes he was leaning over me. 

I was almost to the point of sitting on his dick, when he hooked his legs around my waist. As he pulled me towards him to kiss me, my oozing dick lined up
with his tight little ass. We hadnâ€™t talked about rubbers, so as far as I was concerned we were going to bareback. 

He looked me right in the eye and said "I am S-O-O-O ready.â€ 

Ready for what? Ready to fuk? Ready to feel my naked dick up his tight sweet hole? Ready for me to flood his ass with my poz cum? Ready to convert? It
really didnâ€™t matter. I was going to fuk this hot little guy and shoot my poz load inside of him. It was as basic as that. I had no doubt about my
intentions. 

One night, I was in a situation similar to this one, except the rolls were reversed. I let this guy fuk me without a condom. It was the most incredible
feelingâ€”his dick, lubed only by precum, sliding in and out of my ass. At first I wanted him to pull out, but the more he fukked me, the more I wanted his
bare dick deep inside me. A few more strokes and he groaned as he shot his hot jizz into me. 

I tested neg after that, but I was addicted. I wanted only bareback sex and actively sought it. The next time was different, though. He was an aggressive
fukkerâ€”plunging deep into me right from the start. God it hurt! As he went rigid he whispered, "This is it, boy. Iâ€™m breeding your ass. Can you feel my
shit entering you?" 

His load did feel kind of different. Not like a spark, but definitely some kind of charge, no pun intended. I was pretty sure he was poz--and that I'd been
pozzed. A few weeks later my quarterly test confirmed it. 

Dion shivered as my slick dick brushed across his ass lips. They kissed my dick as his hole yielded to me. He really was ready. His ass sucked in the first
inch of my dick. As I kissed him deep, the rest of me entered him. Iâ€™ve been in some hot holes before, but his was a liquid velvet inferno. He hooked his
feet together behind my ass and pulled me deep into him. I could feel his hard dick between our bellies. He was on fire and he was so ready. So was I. 

He said heâ€™d only been fukked raw once before and that it felt so much better without a condom. I readily agreed. I wrapped my arms around his small
frame and held him tight as I stroked in and out of his receptive little hole. I got light-headed thinking that I was about to breed this sweet neg guy with
my charged load. The thought of impregnating him was so erotic! 

"You're so hot, Dion," I told him. "I'm gonna shoot in you. Your ass feels so good I can't help it." 

"Fuk me. I want to feel your cum in me," he whispered, "I am S-O-O-O ready." I knew I was poz and he was neg, but there was no way was I going to stop short
of ejaculating in him. 

As he told me one more time "Iâ€™M READY," my charged load shot out of my dick so forcefully that a backwash of cum swelled around my dickhead. He hiked
up his hips to make sure I was as deep in him as I could get, and to provide another squeeze around my dick with his ass muscles. 

"Take it, Dion. Take my seed." 

I kept squirting into him--more than I had in a long time. This was one of my first fuks after converting, and one of my first conversion fuks, and it did
feel like there was something more shooting into him than just my cum. 

We kissed and I held him tight as I stayed on top of, and inside him. As he unlocked his legs, I pulled out of him. Weâ€™d fukked so hard that hole didnâ€™t
initially close up, and strands of my seed dribbled out and ran down his ass crack. I pushed him onto his stomach so it wouldn't all run out. On his butt,
his cummy hole started to close, capturing my poz seed forever inside him. I forcefully probed his hole with my fingers to massage the virus into his
innards. 

We met at the bar every night for drinks, to have dinner, and get laid. Five times in all. So it was no surprise when 3 months later he emailed me that
heâ€™d tested poz. He asked about my status, and I said I really didn't know. Since heâ€™d barebacked with least one other guy, he couldnâ€™t be sure which
one of us had knocked him up. I told him Iâ€™d better get tested. 

I also asked what exactly heâ€™d been so ready for that first night. He said heâ€™d been ready for anything, for my dick and cum inside him, and even ready
to get knocked up if it came to that. It had.

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I met these poz guys on the Net, and they invited me over. It was close to midnight when I arrived. Boy, did they turn out to be Pigs! It started out
innocently enough. They offered me a beer and told me to get comfy. I watched them fuck until the Top guy bellowed, "You Dirty Fucking Slut, you shit on
me!" He grabbed his Boyfriend by the neck and forced him to eat the stringy crap off his cock. He dragged him to the bathroom and pushed him into the tub. He
pissed on him, and ordered me to do the same. I quickly guzzled the rest of my beer and spewed forth the sweetest yellow nectar, aiming at his cock and
parted lips. The Top congratulated me and took the shower head off the hose. He rammed it up his Boyfriendâ€™s ass and told him not to cum out till he
was clean. He led me to the bedroom. He shoved my head into his pits and demanded that I eat his hairy body head to foot. After I worked his tits,
cock and hole, he declared himself ready to fuck me, but warned, "You know what Iâ€™ll do, if youâ€™re not clean.â€ His Boyfriend came out of the
bathroom. He told him to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him â€œfuck the shitâ€ out of me. His choice of words perturbed me because of his earlier
admonition. He rammed his cock into my ass then worked his balls in, too. He fucked me, cock and balls, for 20 minutes. It was the first time anyoneâ
€™s ever done that to me. Really stretches the hole, you know. Then he told his Boyfriend he was gonna cum in me â€œcause, you know, I don't shoot in
Dirty Ass Pigs".As he spasmed in my ass, he bit the back of my neck, hard enough to draw blood. I got a giant hickey to prove it. "Take my load, you
dirty Fuck. And don't even think of cumminâ€™ yet, cause my Slut Pig Boyfriend ainâ€™t been fed." When he pulled out, his seed drooled down my thigh.
He pushed his Boyfriendâ€™s head against my butt, and told him to suck the juices out of me, and not to miss a drop. The compliant Boyfriend ate my ass.
The Top told him to feed it to me, and the Boyfriend grabbed my hair and spit the gooey mixture down my throat. Then went back to eating me. An
excellent ass-eater! The Top directed me to fuck his Shit Pig Lover. As I enthusiastically plowed the guy, he grabbed my shoulders and started screwing
me. That put me over the edge. I told him I could hold out no longer, and he told me to go ahead and cream the Little Shit. I exploded in him with the Top
still fucking me. He told me to get off cause he wanted to work his Boyfriendâ€™s hole with my cum still hot in him. My jizz made the perfect lube, and
he shot quickly. He turned his attention back to me. â€œA manâ€™s gotta do what a manâ€™s gotta do," and he pushed my head into the Boyfriendâ€™s ass. I'm not really into that, but didnâ€™t want to spoil anybodyâ€™s fun. So I worked the Boyfriendâ€™s cunt, and sucked the cum out of him. That really
got the Boyfriend going, and we went at it mouth to mouth, passing the succulent nectar back and forth between us. By that time it was 4:30 am. The three
of us were satiated but drained. As I latched the door behind me, the poz couple was already asleep on the bed, an entwined mosaic of arms and feet and
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Dirty Cum from a Stranger
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I agree ya gotta get used to it. I wanted it real bad, too, but always chickened out at the last minute. My heart was racing; and my tight little Ass, all empty and sad. <o:p></o:p>
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I went out one night with some so-called straight guys from work. They gave me some “X” and we dropped acid. <o:p></o:p>
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We ended up a Gay bar where I let the nastiest guy pick me up. I wouldn't have even looked at him twice had I been sober. Even then I kept thinking how revolting he was; but before the night was over, we ended up in a cheap $40 motel room. He spit on his Dick as he shoved it in me and mumbled, "Can't get it up with a rubber." <o:p></o:p>
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I didn't care. I threw my legs up over his shoulders and let the ugly bastard pound my Ass good. <o:p></o:p>
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Not long afterward, I was rollin' on “X” and dropped acid again. That night I went home with a cuter guy. He was pretty vanilla, but I got him to fuck me raw, too. Then he grew bolder and asked if he could piss up my Ass, I was like, "Sure, whatever turns you on." <o:p></o:p>
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Now I don't even use drugs. I get high just thinking about taking Dirty Cum from a stranger. <o:p></o:p>
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Like I say, ya gotta get used to it. <o:p></o:p>
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I hadn't been fisted for nearly a year till David warmed up to me at the Christmas party. I guess we were both slightly drunk. He frankly told me I turned
him on, and he'd like to tear up my ass. He had a reputation for doing it long and hard and showing no mercy. Hot as he is, I jumped at the opportunity
when he invited me home. 

He is a gorgeous macho dude who supplements his natural endowment with tats, and multiple piercings, and a P.A. His leather jacket and pants almost make me
cum at the sight of him. I couldn't wait to get my clothes off. I didnâ€™t have to. He did it for me. 

He shoved me down on the bed and jumped astride me. I acquiesced because I knew what Iâ€™d cum for. I needed his wrist and fat cock up my ass. 

He had a special room for his playmates. A plastic sheet lined the large double bed. Cans of Crisco and sundry jars and tubes and bottles littered the
bedstand. 

In a minute my mancunt glistened with Crisco, and ten minutes later he was in up to his knuckles. The swelling, the fullness inside me made me feel sooooo
good. He didnâ€™t go in past the wrist, in deference to my lack of experience. But I felt him stretch and open his hand as his thumb and long nails
assailed my hole. 

When he pulled out there was a mixture of Crisco and shit on his hand, but he assured me that was the finesse part of fisting. He wiped himself clean on my
chest. It was then I noticed his nails, which were longer than those of most of women. I imagined what they had done in my ass, and precum gushed from my
piss-slit. 

He lifted my legs to his shoulders, aligning his shaft with my mancunt. Without warning he plunged into me to the hilt. The fisting had left me so horny
that I welcomed the intrusionâ€”but in a matter of minutes his P.A. bit painfully into my ass. 

I was about to urge him to stop, tell him I couldnâ€™t take anymore, when his whole body shook, and he shot his poz jizz into me. 

David is one of those guys who is quite open about his status, and brags about only doing it bareback. That made my conversion so eroticâ€”like playing
Russian Roulette with the odds stacked against you. 

We still get together now and then, always in his special room. He alternately fists and fucks me, and sometimes both, only now he goes in to the elbow.


I let him have his way with me, do whatever he likes, because he is my mentor. He gave me the freedom to fuck with abandon. And he taught me the new Golden
Ruleâ€”do unto others as David did unto me.

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At a party a few months ago, everyone was high on booze or pot. All the usual groping stuff was going on. The partygoers had loosened up, taken off their
shirts, gave back rubs, etc. 
The DJ in the middle of the room made intelligent conversation ludicrous. I was pretending to make out with two broads on the floor, while giving this
Horny Dude a Back Rub. He had just gotten his Driverâ€™s License the day before, which I thought was kinda cool. 
I was the only Queer in a sea of Straights, and older than most of the Breeders there, but was definitely getting Vibes from the Kid. He wanted give me a â€œprivateâ€ Back Rub in the bathroom.
When the door was latched, I initiated the transition from Back Rub to Blow Job. 
"I'm Straight, Man. Donâ€™t tell anyone about this." 
Straight or not, he was awesome, perfectly smooth, quarter-sized brown Nips, fat Cock, huge Balls, with a high-school-gym kinda B.O. 
Five minutes later he looked up and asked, â€œWanna fuck me? I'm Straight, so donâ€™t tell any of my Buds." 
â€œYeah, right, whatever.â€
My Dick was wet and drooling to seed this Baby Boy. I didn't waste any time going at him. He was so stoned that he was a Fuck Freak for the first few
minutes. Then he panicked. That just made me Fuck him harder. 
I wedged him in the corner where the Tile met the Tub, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to scream at me to stopâ€”but didn't dare cause his
Buds were right outside the doorâ€”so his only choice was Grin and Bear It. Funny thing, despite his protests, he was juicing on getting Fucked. Like
most wasted boys, he couldn't hide how hot his little Straight Ass was for Cock. 
The more he yelped, the more Precum pulsed outta his Boy Dick, the harder I fucked his Ass, the more red Cherry
Juice glossed my Cock, the more I intent I got on breeding him. When I finally let him go, my Charged Seed dripping
from his Pussy, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him a minute longer, while his Buds pounded on the door. 
"I'm in you now, Kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing my POZ Cream across his
bleeding lip.

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I met a young man Saturday night—the kind of Dude you’d bring home to Mama—sweet and shy and innocent. He told me he was celebrating his 18th Birthday.
After an hour of convincing, I got him back to my place. I undressed him. It was obvious I was his first, but that didn't stop me.
We kissed, and I caressed him. I sucked his Dick and rimmed his pretty pink Hole. He started moaning. I lubed his Asshole and slid in my finger. He
moaned. I slid in a second. His Cunt was very tight.
Impatiently I shoved my Cock in all the way. He begged me to pull out, which, of course, I didn't.
I told him I’d go easy.
“Take it easy. It’s my first Fuck.” 
God, a Virgin! I almost shot.
Slowly I pulsed in and out of him, then faster and faster. Just thinking about his Virgin Mancunt made me drool. His first Fuck—his first POZ Fuck. Two-for-One and Double-Duty!
After 20 minutes I got that special feeling. When I was just about to shoot, I wished him, “Happy Birthday, Dude. Here’s
my Gift to you."
I rammed my Cock in all the way and shot my Jizm I left my Tool up his Ass for half an hour to make sure the Venom
wouldn’t leak out. He couldn’t stay the night, but I’m sure he won’t forget his 18th Birthday.

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Drugged Up Play Thing
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Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. <o:p></o:p>
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Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely naÃ¯ve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. <o:p></o:p>
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His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. <o:p></o:p>
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On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency—he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side.<o:p></o:p>
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Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!'<o:p></o:p>
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Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. <o:p></o:p>
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He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug.<o:p></o:p>
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He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired.<o:p></o:p>
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 "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here."<o:p></o:p>
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"Mind if I take a look?"<o:p></o:p>
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"Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself."<o:p></o:p>
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"Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself.<o:p></o:p>
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"I'm Doug. Glad to meet you."<o:p></o:p>
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Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit—then fill her up. I've got some water in the van."<o:p></o:p>
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"Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap.<o:p></o:p>
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"No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." <o:p></o:p>
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Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you."<o:p></o:p>
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"I'm sure you'd do the same for me."<o:p></o:p>
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A broad grin crossed Dougie's face.<o:p></o:p>
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"So, you go to Liberty University?" <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, you heard of it?"<o:p></o:p>
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"My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out.<o:p></o:p>
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"I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. <o:p></o:p>
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"Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there."<o:p></o:p>
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"Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes.<o:p></o:p>
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"Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning."<o:p></o:p>
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"You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines."<o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB.<o:p></o:p>
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"Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply.<o:p></o:p>
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"Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up.<o:p></o:p>
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He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches.<o:p></o:p>
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"Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend’s face.<o:p></o:p>
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"Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man’s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down.<o:p></o:p>
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Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits.<o:p></o:p>
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whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up.<o:p></o:p>
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Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee.<o:p></o:p>
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Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." <o:p></o:p>
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Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good.
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"Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes.<o:p></o:p>
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"Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! <o:p></o:p>
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Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. <o:p></o:p>
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Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth—Gay or Straight—it doesn't matter.<o:p></o:p>
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Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips.<o:p></o:p>
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"Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt.<o:p></o:p>
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He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie’s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. <o:p></o:p>
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Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!—or so it seemed.<o:p></o:p>
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With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video—wow! He could make a mint off of that—once guys realized it wasn't fake. 
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After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO—Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat.
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Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles.<o:p></o:p>
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He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. <o:p></o:p>
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He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. <o:p></o:p>
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Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Dick with Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS.<o:p></o:p>
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Doug screamed in pain as Chris reamed his nigh unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted—perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. 
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Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding his own POZ SPOOGE into the Innocent's Ass Walls. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood and Stools. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. <o:p></o:p>
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The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah—like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. <o:p></o:p>
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Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure.<o:p></o:p>
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He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in breeding the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. <o:p></o:p>
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The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.
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It was strangely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was electric. All that could be seen were vague, dimly animated shadows. All that could be heard were sounds of Sucking and the vacuous Pumping of Cock. Danny felt his way into the Tearoom, bumping into various unseen manly body parts which only served to whet his Appetite. He stood in the center of the John, giving his eyes a chance to adjust and his ears time to attune. 
At the row of urinals along the wall, a chorus of oversexed guys were coupling and masturbating. Danny could imagine what was going on; but it was difficult, if not impossible, to make out details. Such was the ideal environment for a guy with so much to hide&#8212his emaciation, lesions, and sunken cheeks. 
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Sexual anonymity had become his modus operandi since the onset of symptoms. Yet the onslaught of secondary infections had in no way decreased his libido. Ironically his plethora of ailments compelled him to seek out perfection in others. He didn't want to wind up in bed with some pimply dude (or worse, a POZ one) when there was such an abundance of NEG's for the taking. <o:p></o:p>
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He supposed some would find his deception reprehensible. Tough Shit! He had no idea if he'd ever POZZED anyone and didn't care. He just assumed, with guys like himself, Nature would take its course.<o:p></o:p>
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The hungry bodies took on recognizable shapes: an overweight guy in full leather; a stringy beanpole of a man wearing a baseball cap; and two guys who caught his attention, and sent the blood rushing to his Cock. At the urinal furthest from the door, they played the stalking game. Keeping an eye on each other, both were milking their Cocks. Danny could make out their movements, though a good view of their Organs eluded him. He moved up behind them.<o:p></o:p>
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Yes, he'd been right. Here were a couple of dudes who could screw him anytime. One was tall and sandy-haired. He wore a green army jacket and faded levis which were half way down his muscular legs. The other was thin and effeminate. His briefs were pulled down, baring his Ass. Danny focused on his Crack as Skinny bent over to suck the Tall Dude. That Pussy had to be his!<o:p></o:p>
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Danny caught a flash of the Tall Faggot's Member&#8212thick and straight with glistening Head. Skinny's mouth closed over It, as the Tall One cupped his hands round the Cocksucker's head, and the Shaft disappeared completely down the throat of the Fem.<o:p></o:p>
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Frenetically Danny stroked his burgeoning Tool. He tugged down his zipper, and his bony hand encircled his hard, jerking Penis. He eased his jeans down over his haunches and stretched his cotton briefs to one side. His Cock bounced into the midnight air. He spat on his hand, massaging his Rod. He milked It awhile, savoring the rhythmic ministrations of these Sexual Predators.<o:p></o:p>
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God, how his Cock craved the Fem Sucker's Ass! That Orifice seemed to scream for his Presence while the Dude's Throat scuffed down the Tall Stranger's Shaft.<o:p></o:p>
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Danny moved closer, his Tool brushing Skinny's Ass Cheeks. The latter tensed, sensing Imminent Penetration; but he did not back away nor break the pace of his sucking. His body language signaled Danny OK. <o:p></o:p>
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Danny spat again on his hand. He worked his Spit over his noxious Tool. He encroached on the amorous Duo until he made contact with the libidinous Buttocks. Danny moved his Knob up and down Skinny's Ass Crack, positioning himself for The Kill. The Sucker, anticipating the Impending Assault, tensed up again. <o:p></o:p>
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Danny sensed increasing pressure. The Dude had backed up on him. He needed no further encouragement. His hungry Cock plunged into the vacuous Hole. He shivered with Lust as the compliant Pussy opened to welcome his Venomous Shaft.<o:p></o:p>
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In one Fatal Thrust, Danny forced his Rod into the Cocksucker's Gut. Oblivious to the deadly invasion, the Fem didn't even break stride. He sucked the Tall Faggot even more passionately as the Misogynist started his countdown. The Kid's Cunt was tight and well muscled. The Tall Fucker appeared to be near Orgasm, and Danny was not far behind.<o:p></o:p>
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His urgent thrusts bucked the delicate body before him. Danny reached around Skinny's midsection to stroke his oozing Dickhead until the Fem began to shake and convulse. Then Danny pounded the Sucker relentlessly.<o:p></o:p>
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Skinny shot immediately. Gobs of hot Spooge splattered the Suckee's jeans and tennies. Danny's Special Gift spewed into the Warm Tight Hole. The Thin Dude, his mouth filled with Spunk, felt Danny's POZ Jizm assault his Ass Walls. He trembled with spent Lust. Danny withdrew his Cock from the NEG's Ass just as the Tall Guy pulled out. <o:p></o:p>
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The Fem stood up and thanked him&#8212for what?<o:p></o:p>
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"You guys are right about cutting back on Meds. Eventually the Strain gets resistant. That's what my Doc told me. <o:p></o:p>
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"Personally, I'm doing great on the Cocktail. I go back next week for my test results. I imagine my T's are up and my Viral Load is doing swimmingly. I'll let you know what the actual numbers are.<o:p></o:p>
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"I've gotten religious about taking Meds, getting tested on a regular basis, and getting bred as often as possible. I want a truly drug resistant Strain—one which no combo of drugs will mitigate. From there it'll be all downhill, but I plan to take a few folks with me. Maybe I can get a real epidemic going—like Patient Zero in the eighties.<o:p></o:p>
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"Fuck it! We're all gonna die anyway! Might as well go out in style. Hope your Status is confirmed. You have so much potential. <o:p></o:p>
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"Man, did Cory fuck me last night! Unloaded three nuts of POZ CUM up my Ass. Then I licked and sucked his slimey Cock—a delicious blend of POZ CUM and Ass Juices. <o:p></o:p>
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"I'm a little sore today; but I douched and plan to hook up with a couple tonight. They're both off Meds. With my Hole so torn up and sore, I hope to get a fuckin' Super Strain. <o:p></o:p>
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"Earlier this week I got with Hennigan. He's the one with piercings on his Cock and Balls—one of which is a 2-guage. <o:p></o:p>
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"I sure loved sucking his pierced Rod, especially after those Piercings did a number my Ass Walls. He's versatile—so I fucked him, too. Funny thing is—he's NEG, and I still haven't let on that I'm already POZ. So I went out of my way to tear up his Pussy. Talk about rough trade—I had blood on my Cock, both his and mine, by the time I unleashed my Toxic Seed inside his Fertile Hole. <o:p></o:p>
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"Hennigan said he'd take me to his Piercer—provided he can watch as the guy threads the needle through my Nips and Dick. Says he gets off on stuff like that. Talk about a sadistic streak! I told him I'd deep-throat him afterward and lick every drop of NEG Cum off his Piss Slit and Piercings.<o:p></o:p>
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"I know I won't be able to fuck till my Cock heals up, so I plan to play Total Bottom in the interim. <o:p></o:p>
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"Hennigan says he'll let me suck him till I'm healed up—on the proviso that I screw him first when I get back to fucking. He figures I might just have picked up the BUG by then, and pass it onto him. Wait till he finds out he could be POZ already. I'll let you know what happens. <o:p></o:p>
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"I gotta go. Just got a call from the couple I'm supposed to meat tonight—making sure we're still a go <o:p></o:p>
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"Your Friend and Fellow Gifter, Eddie"<o:p></o:p>
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After a night of cruising and making out, I headed home. On the train, I fell asleep. When I woke up, not only had I missed my stop but ended up at the end
of the lineâ€”not the first time this had happened after a night of sex. I crossed over to the other side, to get the train back to my stop.
I noticed the Menâ€™s Room door was open and thought Iâ€™d check it out. To my surprise, I spied this HOT LATINO I
recognized from other crusinâ€™ spots around the city. I'd been after him for years.
I stood beside him at the urinal and jerked my Cock. I inched back; and before long, his lips were wrapped around my Shaft. After he sucked me for a few
minutes, he pulled off and entered a stall.
Jeans and briefs about my ankles, I stumbled awkwardly in pursuit. In privacy and semi-darkness, he fingered my Hole. He turned me round, and bent me
over the toilet bowl. He spit on my Pussy, and, with nothing but saliva on his Dick, shoved It in me. I was doing Poppers and was in Heaven. He plowed my
Butt while I held on, trying for dear life to keep from falling in.
â€œDonâ€™t pull out.â€
"I know that, Daddy. I've heard about you. You like Jizm up your Ass. You ready?" 
He wanted to Cum in me before anyone came in. I told him to go ahead and shoot. He exploded; and likewise, I shot my Load. He kept on pumping, and
told me to squeeze my Ass muscles as he pulled out.
"I want you to get every drop of my Sick Jizm. After all these
years I finally get to breed that Ass of yours.â€
He pulled out, his huge swollen Member still dripping Toxin. Eagerly, ravenously, I licked off his Shaft. He zipped up.
"Gotta go, Daddy. See ya â€˜round."

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I met this guy in a Chat Room who was into really into raunch and kink. I mean he was into Bloodsports. 
We talked back and forth for several weeks. He lived fairly close. He said he wanted to Breed me. Said he had been POZ for
5 years, on NO MEDS, with a HIGH VIRAL LOAD. At first I held back, but the idea of getting
POZZED seemed so SEXY. Iâ€™m not sure why. Maybe itâ€™s the Guy Equivalent of getting
Pregnant. Big difference, of course. Pregnancy is all about creating Life; POZZING IS DESTROYING IT.
Either way, I was infatuated with this guy. I couldnâ€™t get him out of my mind. We exchanged pics. He was really good looking&#8212with a PA through his
Dick. I knew he would tear me up if he ever screwed me, but I got to fantasizing about THAT a lot. I looked forward to our chats more and more.
But I never thought Iâ€™d have the guts to do the stuff he was into. 
I was online one Sunday afternoon. He sent me a message and asked if I wanted to play. I said OK. He gave me directions, and I was on his doorstep in an
hour. He had beer and weed waiting, and some really good Poppers. To get me relaxed, I suppose. Cause after that we got into some really heavy RAUNCH like
Iâ€™d never done before. 
I didnâ€™t think I was capable of it, but he led me from SPIT and WATERSPORTS
(with which I was familiar) to SCAT and FISTING and BLOODSPORTS (with which I was not). We ended up doing stuff most guys only dream of. 
He told me again he wanted to POZ me. My Erection stiffened. I felt I was in the presence of Pure Evil.
And I suspected it was Infectious. I felt if I stuck around, Iâ€™d end up like him. Getting CONVERTED and getting POZZED can be two different things. 
He did me Bareback with his big ringed Dickâ€”all the while staring into my eyes with this evil, sadistic grin. After a bit
he pulled out and shoved his Fist up my Ass using my own SHIT for LUBE. He started to PUNCH FUCK me, just to get my Hole bloody and ripped. Damn, that hurt like hell! He resumed Screwing me till he shot a huge Load of Dirty
Seed up my Ass. 
"Just to make sure," he said. 
He lit another joint, took a puff, then handed it to me to finish. 
He took a sewing needle and stuck it into his Dick Head and without hesitation took the same needle with its bloody tip
and stuck it into mine. He did this quickly and withdrew so rapidly that it was in and out of me before I could yelp in pain. 
He did this twice more, and I let him. The next insertions, he worked more slowly, deliberately&#8212like he wanted me to anticipate and feel it. He held
the bloody needle in my Dick Head longer. It burnt like fire. I was paralyzed. It was
like I was under his spell or something. I bit my lip in agony. 
When it was over he kissed goodbye. A long, passionate kiss full of spit and saliva, and I responded in kind. As I drove home, I knew it was too late.
His DNA was in me, and so was his Soul. His Cum was leaking out of my Ass. And my Dick still stung with multi-puncture wounds from the needle. 
3 weeks to the day, I fell ill with the Flu. It lasted a full week. I haven't been tested yet. And I don't think I will. If you donâ€™t have
Proof POZITIVE, then you actually canâ€™t INTENTIONALLY hurt a guy, can you? Yeah, I plan to TOP BAREBACK </big> a lot from now on. If I guyâ€™s open to any of the specialties I engaged in that Sunday, so much the better.
Otherwise, Iâ€™ll have to handle his Conversion through more conventional means. Iâ€™ve built up a stash of doctored condoms for just such occasions.

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I'm a preppy 28 year old, white dude of Irish descent, clean-cut, athletic, by many considered the typical red-blooded American male. 
But a more select group of acquaintances knows me for my more intimate characteristics. A bareback top with a mean 7â€ and a bubble butt to die for. Except
for my propensity for barebacking, Iâ€™m pretty conventional. I get tested every 3 months, and have so far avoided the bug. 
Last weekend I got into chat with a guy in my neighborhood. When I say â€œneighborhood,â€ he lives 14 miles away. But by Internet standards, thatâ€™s
close; so we decided to meat. 
I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door. He was about 40, 5'8", bright green eyes, and dimples. A really handsome man. At first he was pretty
easy-going, and we laughed a lot. We seemed to have a lot in common. We smoked some pot and got into a discussion of how it affected us. 
I commented that weed relaxed me and made me horny. 
He countered that it made him more animalistic and aggressive. 
He wasn't kidding! Once our clothes were off he became a totally different personâ€”obsessed with using the hole of a guy that topped. 
In no time at all he had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to
lube me. He worked his fingers into my hole. Long fingernails clawed at my ass. I sniffed his poppers and awaited the inevitable assault. 
I felt his cockhead against me, and within a minute was impaled up to his balls. A mixture of pain and ecstasy. He plunged in and out of me, almost
withdrawing, then back in up to his pubes, till his balls snapped against my butt. My ass is still kind of tight, because I havenâ€™t been fucked much, so
each time he plunged in, it hurt. Not that he cared. He mumbled something about dry fucking being best, and called me his pussy-boy and his bitch. He told
me he was going to impregnate me and wanted his seed to live on in my body. 
His dick, already engorged, grew ever harder and his eyes rolled back in his headâ€”classic signs of a guy about to cum. But he fucked on. 
15, maybe 20 minutes later I hit my low. The pot and the poppers had totally consumed me, and my ass had became the fucked-out hole sink hole he wanted it
to be. Even token resistance was impossible. 
Where, he posed, did I want him to shoot? I'm not a Bug Chaser. If I know a guy is poz, I ask him not to cum in me. I asked his status. He smiled a
nasty grin and said that it didn't matter, that heâ€™d already cum once in me. 
I thought back 20 minutes, when I felt sure he was going to cum. He had! The fucker concealed it, hadnâ€™t missed a beat, because he knew he could cum
again. 
Grasping my ankles, he pushed my legs even further apart, and pounded my ass relentlessly as his 2nd load flooded my innards. That was just too much. With
a head full of poppers and an ass full of cum, I shot all over my face and chest. 
Again I asked if he were poz. 
"Canâ€™t rightly say. Guess youâ€™ll have to wait and see. Then weâ€™ll both know.â€ 
I wondered if â€œCanâ€™t rightly sayâ€ meant he didnâ€™t know or just wouldnâ€™t tell me. I've taken some poz loads in my life, but have always cum out neg.
Luck of the Irish, I guess. But maybe my luckâ€™s run out. 
Meanwhile, Iâ€™ve developed an attraction to the guy. Iâ€™m going to see him again tomorrow, and this weekend weâ€™re going to the baths together. Iâ€™m
really looking forward to seeing him. If I have to be his boy-toy, his bitch, even his slave, to please him, so be it. Me, the arrogant ex-top.

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Family Values
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Remember the duo, the Father and Son, both Gay? Daddy got POZZED; and, at my urging, bred his Son. Oh, I never told you about that? I keep meticulous notes. <a href="/web/20071221202919/http://216.246.54.218/conversionstories/x209.html">Click here.</a><o:p></o:p>
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Last summer the Kid instant-messaged me that he'd been POZZED. After mumbling a few sympathetic expletives, I asked if he'd yet told his Dad. <o:p></o:p>
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"No."<o:p></o:p>
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I suggested he do so immediately. If he wanted, I'd drop by to smooth things over. <o:p></o:p>
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He replied he was glad to have such a good friend, since many Gays, once they've fucked your Ass and sucked your Cum, want nothing more to do with you. <o:p></o:p>
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"That's just not me," I lied through my teeth. I'd already screwed him several times, hoping to impregnate him. The only reason I bothered with the two of them was their unique relationship.<o:p></o:p>
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To give himself time to spill the beans, he invited me over for lunch. When I got there, the atmosphere was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. His Dad had confessed he, too, was POZ. Daddy vowed to help Sonny get the best Meds their insurance would buy. The Kid seemed relieved, but still hadn't figured out it was good old Dad who'd bugged his Ass.<o:p></o:p>
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While Dad was outside messin' with the grill, I was inside stirrin' up the pot. "Was Daddy POZ the last time he fucked you?"<o:p></o:p>
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Suddenly it dawned on him. "Ohmygawd, it was Dad who POZZED me!" he spouted just as Dad came through the door.<o:p></o:p>
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All this Oedipus stuff was gettin' to me. To lighten up a bit, I started rubbing Daddy's crotch. When we were both rock hard, I went down on him, pushing Junior down on mine. Things got hotter; and, to a chorus of a dozen "Oh, Yeah’s!” we stripped and tossed our garments helter-skelter. As I finger-fucked their red hot Asses, Daddy knelt to suck his Boy. I urged Junior to reciprocate. My reconciliation strategy was to get Sonny so aroused that any lingering resentment toward his Dad would be overcum by Liquid Lust. <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, Junior, suck Daddy's Cock! Wisht I hadda Kid would wrap his lips around my Dick." <o:p></o:p>
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While leaning over Junior to kiss Dad, I repeatedly brushed my Butthole over the Kid's hard Rod, and whispered in his ear, "I'd love for you to breed me, Baby, now that you got that special Gift to share." <o:p></o:p>
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My brazen solicitation, coupled with the proximity of my Mancunt to the Faggot's Pole, got his attention real fast. He had the same conflicted look that Daddy had the night he POZZED his Son.<o:p></o:p>
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Lacking an affirmative response, I set my sights on Good Old Dad. After breeding his own Kid, I figured I'd be child's play. I figured right.<o:p></o:p>
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The next thing I knew he was poundin' his cigar-shaped Dick past my tight Ass Lips. Since I'd been toppin' the last few years, I figured it was gonna sting a bit. I leaned over, kissing Junior, and whispered in his ear, "Like watchin' Daddy fuck my Ass? You into sharin' the family jewels, too?" <o:p></o:p>
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The Kid let it all hang out. It was kinda hard to conceal his Lust, since he had a raging eight-inch Boner. He was getting all horned up just watching Dad and me.<o:p></o:p>
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The O.M. started panting and picked up the pace, relishing the silky feel of my slimey Ass Juices on his Shaft. <o:p></o:p>
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 "Yeah Daddy. Fuck my Ass! POZ my Butt!" <o:p></o:p>
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He hollered and spasmed for the next five minutes. Junior was agog. As Dad collapsed back on the couch, I climbed atop the Youth.<o:p></o:p>
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"Wanna finish the job your Daddy started? I want YOUR Load!" <o:p></o:p>
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I pushed him back against a pillow and lowered my cum-drenched Mancunt on his Tool. <o:p></o:p>
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"Feel Daddy's Seed in me?" <o:p></o:p>
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With Daddy wrenching the Boy's Nips, the Kid gyrated frantically as I rode his cum-slimed Rod. <o:p></o:p>
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"YEAH, KIDDO! GIMME A LOAD OF TOXIC JIZM. I NEED IT BAD!" <o:p></o:p>
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I knew he couldn't hold off for long—fucking my tight Pussy already overflowing with Daddy's Spooge. I worked my Ass up and down his Candle Stick. It was too much for the little Faggot. At the same time he erupted inside me, I shot my Load all over my chest. Daddy licked it off and shared it with his Son in a long, deep, lingering kiss. Their reconciliation was complete.<o:p></o:p>
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I thanked them both for breeding me and told them I'd get back to them. Dad gave me the biggest hug. "Welcome to family, Son." The Kid winked we'd get together soon. <o:p></o:p>
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Wrong! I marked it on my calendar. Three months to the day I emailed them and misled them into believing I'd just tested POZ. At least there's one family in America knows what Family Values really mean.<o:p></o:p>
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Father and Son<o:p></o:p>
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Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. <o:p></o:p>
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Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? <o:p></o:p>
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He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house.<o:p></o:p>
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Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son.<o:p></o:p>
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I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set.<o:p></o:p>
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I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. <o:p></o:p>
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Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. <o:p></o:p>
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Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. <o:p></o:p>
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To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass."<o:p></o:p>
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You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. <o:p></o:p>
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Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. <o:p></o:p>
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While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.<o:p></o:p>
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Father and Son
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Disclaimer: This story is presented as written by an unknown author and may have a basis in fact or may be totally fictional. Nothing herein is meant to suggest that anyone, under any circumstances, participate in, or solicit from, sex with anyone under the legal Age of Consent for Homosexual Acts in any jurisdiction.<o:p></o:p>
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I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye.<o:p></o:p>
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He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by.<o:p></o:p>
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Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! <o:p></o:p>
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He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. <o:p></o:p>
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When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'.<o:p></o:p>
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Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. <o:p></o:p>
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"Won't that be awkward for your Boy?"<o:p></o:p>
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"No. I'd like to see you fuck him" <o:p></o:p>
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I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 19, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. <o:p></o:p>
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A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man.<o:p></o:p>
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After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. <o:p></o:p>
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"Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology.<o:p></o:p>
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I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. <o:p></o:p>
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As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!<o:p></o:p>
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For Pete's Sake<o:p></o:p>
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For the record, Petey's now in his 50's, widowed, POZ, sleazy as ever, with a sickly, emaciated bod. I remember him from when I was a Teen. Everyone advised me to avoid him. “He's POZ and into fucking bare. So keep your distance. Stay away."<o:p></o:p>
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I did for a while—avoid him—till I discovered “XtremeSex.” At first I was sickened by the now defunct Web Site. I mean how fucking evil is that—to deliberately POZ someone? But then I realized why I was so repulsed. GIFT GIVING and BUG CHASING actually appealed to me. Yeah, I know that not all POZ men are totally up front about their Status, but “XtremeSex” went much further than that. It championed deliberately infecting others with the Bug. Still NEG myself, I grew intrigued and obsessed with the concept of GIFT GIVING. I beat off to increasingly grotesque fantasies of breeding and getting bred. Still I doubted such practitioners actually existed—till I met Pete. <o:p></o:p>
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I'd seen him lurking in the bushes and hanging around the tearooms. I'd read all the graffiti about him. At the time I'd discounted all those dire scribblings as the delirious ranting of some vengeful old Queen. <o:p></o:p>
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But was Petey a genuine Gift Giver? Not technically, for he did reveal his Status, albeit reluctantly, for fear of scaring off potential lovers. Then there was the sorry saga of his lover. Poor Bitch died of AIDS because of Petey. Never even had a clue.<o:p></o:p>
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It was ironic that Petey spread his Ass for every Queer who came along, but never missed an opportunity to Top. Though in his latter years he mostly bottomed, I had numerous opportunities to take his POZ Seed. The first few times were Glory Hole Sex, till I got up the guts to introduce myself. After that we forged a kind of apprenticeship. He was the teacher and I, the student. I learned my lessons well. <o:p></o:p>
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I think deep down I always wanted him—from the moment I first laid eyes on him. I guess back then I never deemed it possible that a NEG would deliberately seek out POZ. <o:p></o:p>
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I haven't seen Petey around for ages. A month ago a pal of mine saw him teetering down Sycamore, looking more frail and sickly than usual. Guess the Bug is finally taking a toll, as it will of all of us someday. I think about all the times he bred me, and have to smile at the vision of the Old Fart withering away. <o:p></o:p>
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Hey, POZ Dude, get off your High-Horse! Good riddance to that Pharmaceutical Cocktail! What the fuck are you afraid of? Let's see who kicks the bucket first. Is it gonna be Death by AIDS or Death by Meds or Death by Something Else? Pick your Poison, Dude. <o:p></o:p>
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I was at one of my favorite bookstores and in the mood to play. It was just after lunch time on a sunny Monday. I wasn't sure what Iâ€™d find, but it
never hurts to look. The parking lot looked promising, anyway.
I went in, leaned against the wall, and lit a cig, checking out who was there. There was a really hot Latino, a dude who reminded me of your typical Frat
Boy, and the usual Trolls. 
I missed an opportunity to join Latino and Frat Boy. They entered a booth together. Damn! I popped in the various booths to see who else was playinâ€™
but didn't find much. 
I lit another cig. The Latino left Frat Boyâ€™s booth and headed for the exit. Hmmmmm, that was quick! But a couple minutes later he reappeared and
knocked on the door. Needed Condoms or Lube or something, I surmised. 
Things didn't look promising, so I fed in some tokens, watched a Vid, and got myself hard. A couple bucks later, I wandered around to see if anyone new had
come in. 
The black guy with the goatee was backâ€”heâ€™d fucked me a few weeks before. There was also an older black dude who went in the bathroom. He came out
spouting one helluva bulge, and stroked it through his pants. 
I didn't even notice that the booth Frat Boy had occupied was vacant, until he emerged from another booth nearby. He sized me up, then reentered, leaving
the door slightly ajar. I wondered if I should take the bait, or see what the black dudes had to offer. 
What the hell, Frat Boy was sexyâ€”20â€™s 5'8" 135, shaved head, sweatshirt, olive pants, and combat boots. I entered his booth and locked the door behind
me. After feeding some tokens into the Vid, we groped ourselves, each waiting for the other to make the first move. He finally did, and unzipped my jeans.

He complimented me on my Cock size, and I felt him up. I got his pants down, then his tight whites, and out popped the perfect Sex Organâ€”trimmed blond

pubes, smooth Balls, and a completely straight Cock, perfect thickness, and hard as a rock. 
He asked me what I was into. 
â€œPretty much anything.â€ 
â€œYou fuck?â€ 
â€œSure.â€ 
"Wanna fuck me, or want me to do you?" 
 â€œI usually Bottom.â€ 
â€œCondom?â€ 
"Prefer not." 
That turned him on. I sucked his Dick and got It nice and wet. 
â€œDrop your pants and bend over. Got any Lube?â€ 
I did not. He spotted a used Condom in the corner, picked it up and dumped whoeverâ€™s Cum onto his Cock and smeared the rest onto my Hole.
Holy Shit! The Dude was a Sex Pig! He slid his meat all the way in and started to fuck me. God, that combination of Cock and Anonymous Jizm felt
great! Iâ€™m a Super Pig, too!
"Iâ€™m fucking your Ass bareback , Man. Damn this
is hot! My bare Cock plugginâ€™ your Hole!" 
"Wanna Cum in me?â€ 
"Fuck, yeah!" 
"Flood my Hole, Man! Shoot in me!" 
After heâ€™d Cum, I glanced through the Glory Hole, and the Goateed Black Dude was stroking his Rod. Frat Boy asked me if I wanted that Black Dick in me,
too. 
I backed up to the hole. Frat Boy knew what was happeningâ€”the expression on my face told him all. He lay down on his back so he could look up and watch
the Black Cock plow me. He told me that his Cum was oozing out of my Pussy, and reported, dismayed, that the Black Dude wore a Rubber. Still, Goatee knew
how to fuck, and his hips gyrated like crazy. 
Black Goatee pulled out and Frat Boy got up. His neck and chest were splattered with Spooge that had dribbled out of my Pussy. I stuck my tongue through
the Glory Hole. Black Goatee stripped off the Cum-filled Condom and plowed his thick Dick down my gullet. Frat Boy urged me to â
€œClean up that Shaft.â€ He wiped his own Cum off his chest, stroked It onto his hardening Tool, fingered my sloppy Hole, and thrust his Rod
back up my Ass. 
Goateed Black Guy zipped up and left. The Older Black Dude entered the booth. He pulled out a stubby fat Cock with massive Balls and flipped both through
the hole. Frat Boy pulled outta my Ass and sucked his Black Dick. The Black Dudeâ€™s Cock grew in length, but more so in girth. 
Frat Boy suggested I back up to the hole and see if the Black Guy would fuck me. I did so, and Older Black played with my Mancuntâ€”then nothing. I glanced
through in time to see him walk out. 
Frat boy put one arm around me and worked the digits of one hand up my used sloppy Hole, while he beat off with the other. 
"I wonder how many guys here are POZ ."
I shrugged. He winked and shot his Load. I knelt in time to get most of It down my throat. We cleaned up, and he told me how fuckinâ€™ hot it had been
and how he hoped we could do it again. He left, and I leaned back against my favorite wall and smoked. I still hadnâ€™t Cum. 
This Lumberjack type came in. He headed for one of the end booths, and I entered the adjoining one. It was getting late, and I really needed to get off.
I didn't even look through the holeâ€”just dropped my jeans and stroked my Dick. Needing coins for the Vid, I bent down to grab some tokens from my pants
pocket. My Ass grazed the hole. 
Lumberjack thrust his Dick through and pushed against my Ass Crack. I squatted, spread my Cheeks, and guided his Cock into my Pussy. His belt buckle
clanked against the partition with each thrust. I started jacking. As I shot, my Ass Muscles contracted tightly about his Pole. He spasmed and shot up
my Ass. He beat a hasty retreat to the exit. 
On my drive home I wondered about Frat Boy, or Pig Boy, or whatever you wanna call him, and his comment to me: "I wonder how many
guys here are POZ ." Strange he should mention that. Did either one of
us care?

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I cruised the Student Center to find a dude worth GIFTING. I ran across a drunken frat boy in an adjacent stall.
From the way his trousers jiggled I knew what he was doing. I slid my tennie between our stalls. He unlatched his door, and I moved in quickly. 
5â€™10,â€ 160, tousled light brown hair, baby face, silken complexionâ€”not too shabby. I knelt to suck him. He reeked of beer and bourbon. 
The kid was definitely soused. But some guys need that as a stimulus, and I figured his inebriation worked in my favor. 
He had difficulty staying hardâ€”till I reached beneath his balls and stuck a finger up his ass. His shaft jumped to attention. I knew exactly what he
needed. 
I suggested weâ€™d be better off in a classroom, where thereâ€™d be no interruption, and weâ€™d have room to play. I guided him up two floors, since he was
none too steady, and took ample opportunity to work his ass. 
He stood by, sheepish and embarrassed, till I found an unlocked door. We entered. The only illumination came from the yellow sodium lamps outside. 
From behind I unzipped him, pulled down his jeans and briefs, and bent him over a table. I told him to relax, that Iâ€™d do all the work. I knelt and
rimmed his sweaty drunken butt. 
He loved it! 
Next step (Iâ€™m so methodical), I aligned my drooling shaft against his butthole and probed him. 
â€œBeen fucked before?â€ 
â€œJust sucked a lot.â€ 
â€œWanna try it?â€ 
No response. He was open to persuasion. I gently pressed my cockhead into him. 
â€œOuuuuchh, Man! That hurts! Go easy!â€ 
I inched into him a fraction at a time. When he was at last impaled, I held my turgid shaft at rest, letting him adjust. 
â€œFeel better?â€ 
â€œYeah, Man. Go slow and easy.â€ 
Patiently I withdrew till I was almost out of him, then inched back in. I paused again, awaiting some signal of discomfort. None came, so I picked up the
pace till I was plowing him full blast. 
Aroused, he groaned in passion. I had him thinking with his cock. I reached around to beat his pole. Considering what I had in store for him, I wanted him
to enjoy it. He started bucking back as I plowed in. 
â€œYou ready for my load?â€ 
"No, Man, don't Cum in me." 
â€œNot Yet?â€ 
I fucked another 10 minutes, aiming for his prostate. His moans grew strident. 
Again I asked where he wanted it. He ground his drunken ass back against my pubes. The jism boiled in my balls. 
"I GOT A SPECIAL PRESENT FOR YOU, BABY!" 
I shot my POZ load up his pussy, simultaneously jerking him till he shot his seed all over the table. 
I pulled out and rimmed his ass, savoring the noxious mix of contaminated jizm and his ass juice. 
I slapped his butt. The deed was done, and I was sated. I told him to go first, that Iâ€™d stay behind, so as not to arouse suspicion. In the dark, we
buckled up. We mumbled stupid sentiments of thanks. Through his drunken haze he felt ashamed, but that would pass. He bolted for the door. 
Alone again, I knelt over the table and licked up his boy jism. 
Driving home, I pictured himâ€”back at the Frat House, in his bunk, hung over, trying to forget, my special TOKEN OF APPRECIATION brewing in his Mancunt.

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I met this guy on a phone line about a month ago. He described himself as a sexy Latino with the Big Dick. 
I am 23, have a very nice bod, and am usually pretty picky about the guys I let screw meâ€”so when I met this dude in person I was a little put off. He
looked older than I had imagined, and he did not have the body I was expecting. 
He assured me he had a Cock that I would love, so I let him finger my Ass till he got hard. His Dick was beautifulâ€”a good 7â€ and very thick. He
whispered that heâ€™d love to fuck me, and I was actually considering it. 
After a while I got crazy for Itâ€”like I was in heat or something. He really had me going with his lips on my Nips and his fingers up my Cunt. I
surprised myself by moaning and giving my Ass to him. It pissed me off when he started grinningâ€”like he knew thatâ€™s what Iâ€™d do, but I was so
turned on I didn't care. I handed him a Condom; but he said, "No, I don't use those."

I was about to leave zip up when he slipped his Cock in my Crack. 

"You won't believe how incredible this is going to feel." 
That was all he said, but I acquiesced. I was scared, but unbelievably turned on. His Dick was so huge and hard as a rock, and he kept tweaking my Nips.
I guess he knew I was on the edge, because he slid a bottle of Poppers under my nose, whispering, â€œTake a deep one.â€

I knew if I did, Iâ€™d lose all control; but I wanted to succumb. So I breathed in the deepest hit I could. He slid in, and I moaned and cried as
he fucked me and shot his Wad deep in my Cunt. He handed me his phone number and told me to call. 
"Don't throw this away. You'll want more. Right now you think you won'tâ€”but you will." 
Two days later I phoned him. I told him how afraid I was of what we'd done, but how badly I needed It again. 
He said he could cure me of my fear, and he told me to cum over right away. When I arrived, he led me to his bedroom. Heâ€™d hooked up a Sling over his
bed. I climbed in, and he fucked me. 
"As long as you are NEG, you will always be afraid. You won't ever
enjoy Sex as you should. You make the Choice." 
I felt his hard Cock in my Ass and took a big hit of Poppers. 
"Breed me!" 
He picked up his phone and started calling. In 15 minutes the first guy arrived. Five minutes later, another Bud. Two more Dudes after that. I took 6
Loads of Charged Cumâ€”all from his friends, all of them POZ. 
The next day I took off from work and spent the day in bed. I was a mess the next couple weeks, but now I am free.

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My first experience with a POZ guy was when I was 17 and still living at home. I went down to the bathhouse near the
sailing club and ran into a dude Iâ€™d done a couple of times. Heâ€™d actually been my math teacher several years before. He said that there was a dude
inside with the fattest Cock heÂ¹d ever seen, and that he didnÂ¹t want to go near him for fear of getting split in two. 
I, being a young, give-it-a-go type, took up the challenge&#8212walked into the bathhouse, smiled at the guy, and went into a stall. He quickly followed.
My old instructor wasnâ€™t wrong. The man had one of those unbelievable Dicks, so fat and long, that even when it was fully erect, it pointed at the floor;
and, no matter how tumescent, was still spongy when you squeezed it. Hot Fuck! Just too HUGE and HEAVY to support itself! 
We played around a bit, but there were too many interruptions. So he invited me over to his place where he was staying. I told him Iâ€™d meet him there in
an hour for some fun and games. 
That's when it got interesting. The address he gave me was a church on Bay Street. He came out to meat me, and introduced me to his pal, the
Reverend. 
From there on, it got stranger. The dudes started talking Bible&#8212and Iâ€™m agnostic, so I bought none of it. From what I gathered, the two had been
roommates at the Seminary. The Pastor had founded this Congregation, while his overendowed Compadre, who apparently couldnâ€™t keep his pecker in his pants,
had been expelled. Regardless, all I could think of was when was I gonna get to ride that big Shaft of his. 
I finally got an invite to the bedroom. The wall above the bed had a Jesus figurine on itâ€”the sort that watches over you. Freaky! I got into it with
the Dude, who was a TOTALTOP. He had me pinned to the bed straight away, my legs back around my ears; and that's pretty
much how I stayed. 
He tongue-fucked me so ardently, he had me panting for his Cock in no time; and when he finally obliged, I didn't care how much it hurt. I had to have it in
me. I realized he didnâ€™t sport a rubber, which turned me on the more. Anticipating that huge Cock plowing my innards, ripping my fuckinâ€™ guts
apart, was at once foreboding and the most erotic thing Iâ€™d ever dreamt of. 
Wasnâ€™t long before the Dude was grunting like an animal. He was close. He shocked the hell outta me when he screamed, â€œIâ€™m
gonna Fuck you full of AIDS Cum!â€ and that he was about to unload his POZ JISM in my guts.
I was so dumbfounded and so helplessly confined (legs pinned back against my ears, remember?) that I stared at him in disbelief as he blew so much
toxic spooge in me, it overflowed my Pussy. 
He didn't stop, but kept pumping to keep himself erect. He said he wanted a second ride, and was gonna invite his bud, the Pastor, to join in. That was
enough for me. I said I had to go. He slapped my Ass and laughedâ€”like itâ€™d been a big game. 
That was a decade ago. Today I still compare all my prurient encounters to the unsurpassed carnality of that moment. Unfortunately, Iâ€™m still NEG, though I only FUCK BAREBACK and have for years. To this day, I fantasize about gettinâ€™ raped
and slapped around by POZ guys, who keep fuckinâ€™ till it takes. And eventually it will. What
Goes Around Cums Around, or, as they sayâ€”Share and Share Alike. 

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Saturday night I was at one of the chicken hawk bars ogling the boys. One shy youth sat down at a corner table. An hour and a half passed, and he just kept drinking. I decided this was THE BOY. I strolled over and introduced myself. His name was Andy, 5' 9", a thin 150, dark hair, satin-smooth skin. <o:p></o:p>
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I ordered us tequilas. He was 19 and bi-curious. It was his first time in a Gay Bar. We made small talk as he sipped one drink after another. I made sure he never lacked for liquid refreshment. By closing time he was about to pass out. Since I figured a respectable boy like himself wouldn't want to go home drunk, I suggested we get a room at the Baths. He slurred he'd love to see the Baths. I vowed the Kid would get broken in right.<o:p></o:p>
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I dragged him out of the bar and into my car. I drove to a Bathhouse only 5 minutes away Andy could barely walk and stumbled into our room, collapsing on the bed. I locked the door and pulled off his clothes. Now that we were alone, I kissed him ALL OVER. I don't know how he would have responded had he been sober; but in his intoxicated state, we made out for 20 minutes before he passed out. <o:p></o:p>
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I'd specifically requested one of the "sling" rooms, and in that apparatus that I struggled to position him. Just looking at the young, slim, hairless body gave me a hardon, knowing what was forthcummin'. I pulled out a large hit of Tina and worked it up his Chute, well past his Sphincter, so the Fucker would quickly absorb it. I secured the stirrups and restraints, so his fresh Virgin Hole was exposed to all Cumers.<o:p></o:p>
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! spat on my Cock and lined my Shaft up with his Virgin Boy Cunt. Call me a Sadist, but I just love to plow ALL THE WAY into an unsuspecting Boy's Ass, the less Lube, the better—breaks a Cunt in real fast. So I tore into Andy, ripping him open like a high school girl before I gave him his first Cumload, thick, creamy, and POZ.<o:p></o:p>
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Now that I had taken his innocence, and, hopefully his health, it was time for the real fun to begin. I flung open the door—and men, young and old, fat and thin, handsome and ugly (mostly ugly) began to traipse in. I knew some were POZ. Most notable among them was Ol' Frank, not chronologically old, but so-called because of his advanced AIDS, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, and KS Lesions on his arms and legs, even his tongue—I've tasted it! I noticed Ol' Frank ravished the Boy several times that night, and a smirk graced his cracked lips whenever he shot.<o:p></o:p>
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Iâ€™ve been POZ for 5 years now. It happened on my 19th birthday. My buddy Mike and I went drinking. Then Mike got the bright idea to hit the bathhouse.

I was so trashed I donâ€™t remember much. I knew we had a lot of SEX that night. I got real sick 10 days later, and when I had my Physical, discovered Iâ
€™d been POZZED. 

That worried Mike so he got tested. He likewise came back POZ. For several weeks, we both freaked out, discussing HIV and shit. 

Then we met the guys who did it, a gang of fourâ€”two NEG, two POZ. They bragged about how theyâ€™d BAREBACKED us, and we didnâ€™t even know it. 

We were pretty trashed that night, and Iâ€™m a real SLUT PIG when Iâ€™m drunk. One of the four, Greg, a POZ guy, invited us to his room; and his three
buddies followed. 

I sucked Gregâ€™s cock, and he FUCKED me. In self-defense, he said I never asked about a CONDOM, so naturally he did me BAREBACK. The other dudes knew
that he was POZ, and urged him to shoot it in me. He did. 

At the same time, my buddy, Mike, got fucked by Scott, who at the time was NEG. Mike and I made out together as we got banged. Then Joe, the other POZ
dude, screwed me. That hurt a lot.

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Turned out that Joe was wearing a PA, and figured I was too drunk to noticeâ€”and that itâ€™d do me good to get to torn up a bit. He figured right. His
cock came out of me so bloody, he shoved it right in Mike to clean it off. Since heâ€™d just cum in me, it took him half an hour to squirt again. All the
while he ground up Mike with that PA.



Dan, our 4th new friend, was also NEG. He fucked my buddy Mike after Bloody Joe pulled out. They traded off. The leader Greg, who fucked me first, POZZED
Mike, while I got screwed by the two NEG guys Scott and Dan. So both of us got well torn up and took loads from all four of them. 

After breeding us, they called a cab to take us home. 

I used to be a Bottom, but after hearing whatâ€™d gone down that night, made sure that Scott and Dan got theirs. Nothing personal. Just to level the
playing field. Scott POZZED quickly. With Dan, however, I had to resort to a syringe. My buddy, Mike, a Nurseâ€™s Aide, showed me how. 

Now all 6 of us are POZ. We have this club and treat the guy with the highest viral load to dinner. Weâ€™ve breed a lot of needy holesâ€”guys we meat
online or at the bathhouseâ€”guys who want safe sex or urge us to pull out at the last moment. Somehow we forget or condoms break. Never fails. Married
dudes and guys with lovers get top billing. Who can resist the pozzability of double-dipping?

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I was terminally Horny at twelve. A total Cum-Slut by fourteen. By fifteen I was taking multiple loads. I was POZ at eighteen, but had no idea with whom
or when. Thatâ€™s ten years ago now. I haven't had a sick day since I CONVERTED. Iâ€™m not on MEDS and take good care of myself. 
I live for CUM and was 100% BOTTOM till I got POZZED. Then I started to TOP. Itâ€™s so awesome squirting POZ JIZZ up a NEG ASS. I never tire of it. Each
NEG is different. 
Iâ€™m not fussy about age. Eighteen or ninetyâ€”long as theyâ€™re NEG. Iâ€™m not a Boy-Pussy-Chaser, but I get my share of Young Men. I enjoy mentoring
the ones who canâ€™t decide if theyâ€™re Gay. They always turn out the same way. 
Iâ€™ve always taken it BARE, and only use a Rubber when needed. Sometimes I meat a guy and really want him. I'll fuck him SAFE for a while, then get him
all hot and tell him I canâ€™t Cum with a Condom. They want it want it so bad. Still, some resist, so I get them wasted and do them. Some guys I don't
give a Shit about and just want to BREED. Others I really care for and want imbue with my SEED. 
Thereâ€™s this 18 year old Iâ€™m screwing. I have a little Garden Center. Itâ€™s seasonal. In the Spring I hire a couple regulars and college kids for
the Nursery. 
This nice looking dude came in looking for summer employment. I liked him right offâ€”clean-cut, preppy, good manners. Didnâ€™t even figure him for GAY.
Just liked him and hired him for the Showroom. 
Two weeks ago he tells me heâ€™s Gay. Do I Mind! A total Anal Virgin! It didnâ€™t take long to get him in the Sack. I told him I was POZ, that we'd
play SAFE. He wasnâ€™t half bad for a Newbie. And I enjoyed the BoyJuice. Meanwhile, I kept feeding him Bull about how being POZ is not a big deal. How
after ten years I'm healthy. How great it is not having to worry. How youâ€™re not GAY till youâ€™re POZ. The Ultimate Crock. 
Then I told him the Truthâ€”that I wanted him POZ. That he was gonna catch it sooner or later. And the younger, the better. 
So last week he tells me heâ€™s READY. I figured Iâ€™d strike while the iron was hot, but he freaked. I decided Iâ€™d play with himâ€”gave him the
"Fuck of Death" Speech about how I was gonna SEED him with the LOAD that would KILL him. 
You shoulda seen him try and squirm out of it! But I gotâ€”well--FORCEFUL. He didnâ€™t take it so good. I couldnâ€™t have him runninâ€™ back to Mommy
and Daddy like that, so I told him what a â€œReal Manâ€ heâ€™d become and we cuddled all night. 
I screw him daily, and heâ€™s OK with it now. I doubt heâ€™s CONVERTED, but Iâ€™m working on it, knowing that some day he'll pass MY BUG around Campus. 
This neighbor kid would stop by the Center. Iâ€™d give him advice. He told his Dad he was GAY, but he didnâ€™t believe himâ€”said heâ€™d â€œOUTGROW IT.â€
Dad denied it, when he needed support. 
We ended up in the Sack, which was more his doing than mineâ€”a born BOTTOM. Like my High School Grad, I told him I was POZ and weâ€™d only play SAFE. But
he WANTED IT POZâ€”wouldnâ€™t take â€œNOâ€ for an answer. Just the opposite of my College Bound Cunt. Pretty soon, I got sloppy. On purpose.
Like forgetting the Condom. He converted. I doubt heâ€™s ever told Dad. 
I see him around. Heâ€™s still healthy and a real Stud. I know heâ€™s spread MY BUG aroundâ€”A LOT. Thatâ€™s where Youth has its Advantage. The Fuckers
theyâ€™re screwing think they have nothing to fear from someone so Young. 
Iâ€™ve lost track of my VIRUS and could go FULL-BLOWN any day now. But it's a rush knowing that I've got all these CROSS-STRAINS in my system. You gotta
DIE sometime, and I like the idea of passing from AIDS. 
Whatâ€™s next? How about POZZING a GAL thru her BOYFRIEND. Thatâ€™s a real turn-on.

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I spent last week in Southern California at a convention at a liberal arts school, east of town, near the Mojave Desert. It's an annual event, so I know the
town and campus pretty well. 

There's this kid, part of the summer school staff, I see doing setup each year. He was there again this year, looking sharp as ever. 

I cruised him as usual, and this year he cruised back. Heâ€™s a real cutey. And while I'm no dog, I was surprised heâ€™s into daddies. He appeared
preoccupied and had a few of his worker bees around him. Against my better judgment, I approached him and did the chitchat thing. He came back at me all
chatty, pretending to give directions when anyone drew near. His name is Eric, 24, grad student. 

"Let me take you over there and introduce you to some people who might help you," he ad-libbed, when one of his worker drones walked up. Eric told the guy
he was taking me to â€œFacilities.â€ 

He grabbed my arm. I wasn't sure where we were headed, but I had a raging hardon beneath my business suit. 

As we waked away, I asked what where we were going. 

â€œSomewhere private.â€ He was taking me to the facilities warehouseâ€”a room full of furniture, where we could get it off. 

"Won't you get in trouble?" 

"Nope. I'm crew chief and have the only key." 

Eric let us in, and I followed him into a large room, piled high with chairs and tables, desks and podiums, andâ€”lo and beholdâ€”a stack of mats. 

"I could tell by the way you looked at me, you need it as much as I do. I don't know why, but Iâ€™m turned on by older guys. What do you like?" 

I grabbed his shaft beneath his shorts; and, sure enough, he was rigid. 

"You sure this wonâ€™t get us in the tabloids?" 

He laughed. "Iâ€™m POZITIVE. Whatâ€™re you into, man?" 

"Take off those shorts, and Iâ€™ll show you.â€ 

While he undressed, I skinned out of my suit and tie; and all the professional trappings fell away. The moment he pulled off his briefs, I went down on him.


He was absolutely turgid. I turned him round and slid my tongue between his ass cheeks, licking and slobbering on his hole, till his legs began to quiver.


"Oh, God, Man, that feels great! Does it taste randy?" 

"Hell, no! It tastes Eric.â€ I glanced around. â€œCan we get more comfy?" 

"Wait.â€ 

He pulled the top mat down from the heap. We sixty-ninedâ€”him nursing my dickheadâ€”and me, between his shapely legs, buried in his asshole. I got to
thinking how such a succulent mancunt shouldnâ€™t go to waste, and asked if he were into fucking. 

"I prefer to Bottom." 

"I'd love to screw you, but donâ€™t have a condom. Have you?" 

"No, but itâ€™s OK. Just tell me when you're ready to shoot, and I'll decide if I want you to cum in me or not." 

God! At least he kept his options open! "Have you done it raw before?" 

"Not recently. But I need it now. So Fuck Me!" 

Without further inducement, I checked his mancunt to make sure he was still wet. When my tongueâ€™s in a guyâ€™s hole, my cock is always hard. So it was an
easy transition to rearrange him on the mattress and ride his ass. Eric groaned and pushed back against me. It was obvious he was no novice, so I queried
him again. 

"You done this before?" 

"Not recently. My brother and I shared a room, and usually a bed, till he went off to college.â€œ 

"OH, GOD! Iâ€™M GONNA SHOOT!" 

"DONâ€™T WASTE IT, MAN! CUM IN ME! I NEED IT!â€ 

SO I BRED HIS ASS! Afterwards, still inside him, I beat him off and guzzled down his jizz. We tongued and kissed for half an hour longer. 

"I better get back," he said at last. 

"Can we continue this tomorrow?â€ 

"I donâ€™t see why not." 

I did him again the next day and the next three days in succession. Each evening I took him back to my hotel room for a nightcap. He never asked my
status, nor about the rough sore on my tongue. So the last day I told him. 

"I suspected. I really hope, if Iâ€™m gonna get it, itâ€™s from a mature dude like yourself.â€ 

He was really into seniors. 

â€œIf I turn POZ three months from now, or in the meantime, do you think I should tell the guys I fuck with?â€ 

â€œWhatâ€™s there to tell, if youâ€™ve not been tested? And even then, it might be ill-advised. Itâ€™s senseless to rile guys up over stuff they canâ€™t
controlâ€”like HIV and AIDS. Just ruins relationships,â€ I said sagelyâ€”sucking on my KS lesion.

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I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, Iâ€™d often put on my porn tapes and jack off
all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. Iâ€™d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms. 
I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything.
Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and heâ€™d already
had. 
One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over,
and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever. 
I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch.
He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wantedâ€”to be fucked bareback. 
Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, heâ€™d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers
from his pocket and fed them to meâ€”repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening. 
As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things Iâ€™d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the
scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass. 
He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didnâ€™t hurt, thanks to the
poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding. 
The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the throb of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other
physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass. 
His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved. 
Iâ€™d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, â€œOpen your eyes!â€ 
â€œWhat?â€ 
â€œI said. â€œOpen your eyes, bitch!â€ 
His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and
I wasnâ€™t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking meâ€”a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come. 

You want my dirty seed, whore?â€ 

"Yes, Sir," I pleaded. â€œShoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!â€ 
His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat. 
â€œTAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!" 
I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles
clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life. 
As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadnâ€™t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and
that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him. 
For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several
of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested. 
I did, and you know the result. Iâ€™ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where itâ€™s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--
just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz.

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If want to experience the great Mind Fuck; try walking through the Maze in total darkness, where an air of pernicious sex pervades, and wild rock music
assaults the senses. Compounding this sensory overload, seductive hands grope your nude body, as a husky voice advocates dissolution in your ears. 
A hard Cock violates your Crack, in search of easy virtue. You pull him close and thrust your Ass back to welcome penetration. He grips you tight and
starts slow, rhythmic thrusts. 
All the while he's whispering how his Seed is soon to be implanted in you. He lifts a bottle of Poppers to your nose; and you inhale deeply, savoring the
pungent aroma in vioappreciation of the arousing thrusts within your Pussy. 
You know he's Barebacking, and that frightens you; but he confines you with his grip as his strokes grow more strident, and his breathing more
erratic. In overwhelming fear you contemplate escape, but are spellbound by the smoke, the Poppers, and the totally sensuous way his Cock is ripping up
your Hole. 
Much like a farmer tilling the soil before planting, he's prepping your Ass for his Seed. You halfheartedly beg for him to withdraw, but he just laughs.
Your fear increases to sheer terror; your adrenaline is pumping. This is not what you want, is it? 
"Stop!" your mind screams, but the physical voice rebels. Instead, your Ass muscles contract in undulations designed
to draw him ever deeper. A part of you knows whatâ€™s Cumming and is willing to die for it. 
Finally a heaving thrust slams you hard against the wall, as he exhales violently and proclaims he's planting his Deadly Seed within
you. 
By fear and the brute strength of his body youâ€™re immobilized, helplessly impaled on his toxic Cock, as It spews out venomous torrents of Charged Cum. You feel his spasms ebb, and a strange warmth floods your body. His Noxious Jizm
permeates your defiled Ass walls, inoculating brain and remote appendages alike, rendering no body part unscathed. 
He relaxes, kisses your neck and whispers, "Welcome to the Club!" Quickly he withdraws and disappears, leaving you in total
darkness with your thoughts. You want to expel the Deadly Curse, but something within demands you nurture and propagate
the Bug.
As you exit the Maze, the bright lights of the hall blind you. You see a dozen guys mulling around. Was it one of them? Do they know? Anxious to
avoid their impertinent scrutiny, you hustle off to the privacy of your room to contemplate your fate.

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I was at the Habana on a sex trip. Through the night 4 or 5 guys popped inâ€”nothinâ€™ specialâ€”just plain ole Fucks or BJâ€™s. 
Then about 4 am this Black Dude came in who had a style that drove me nuts. We played for about an hour before he was even ready to consider Fucking. As
he massaged his Cock against my Ass Crack,. he inquired if I really wanted to get Fuckedâ€”cause if I did, heâ€™d not pull out, but Cum in me. 
I couldn't stand it any longer. I wanted him so bad. He talked about planting his Hot Seed and kept asking how bad I wanted It. I kinda suspected
he was POZâ€”cause he used telltale words like â€œChargedâ€ and â
€œBreedingâ€. 
When I told him flat out how badly I wanted his Hot Jismâ€”BAM! His body tensed and quivered. His Cock twitched and jerked
like crazy, as he zapped several heavy Volleys up my Ass. 
He exhaled in my ear that he wasn't finished yet. He stayed hard in me; and in 10 minutes, shot another heaving Load. He collapsed atop me, and thanked me
for being bred. He said I had to keep It in me for the â€œfull effect.â€
Several weeks later I got the â€œFuck Flu.â€ My Doc wants me to get tested, but havenâ€™t as of yet. I rarely get sick,
but do occasionally get rashes and infectionsâ€”the only price Iâ€™ve paid so far. I also take all the Bareback Loads I can, not a few of which are
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HARDCORE<o:p></o:p>
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Lots of guys are Gifters—into Chasers—or even POZZING unsuspecting NEGS. That's cool. I mean, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. <o:p></o:p>
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But as a committed POZ PIG, I've evolved into more than your run of the mill Gift Giver. I'm a hard-core AIDS LOVER who collects and swaps Strains with other sick, twisted Fucks.<o:p></o:p>
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I've never used rubbers as Top or Bottom, even after I tested POZ in the spring of '86. I spent most of my years as a Bottom, taking hundreds, if not thousands, of Loads at the Baths and in the johns and backrooms of sleazy California bars. Many of my early partners have long since died of AIDS—God rest their sorry souls. <o:p></o:p>
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I've been on and off Meds more times than you can shake a stick at, and have seen my Viral Load and T's rise and fall like a barometer; but always my long-term prognosis has remained healthy as shit.<o:p></o:p>
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I'm naturally muscular and have an appealing physique—leading guys to believe I'm the picture of perfect health. Nothing could be further from the truth. All of which makes me believe that, contrary to popular opinion, HIV actually makes you healthier, hornier, and hungrier for Dirty Seed—in the short run, anyway. <o:p></o:p>
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Over the last few years, I've been a vociferous advocate of HIV and AIDS. In the best interest of my Fellow Man, I've also turned to TOPPING to pass the Bug to as many fellow travelers as I can. <o:p></o:p>
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I breed mostly in Berkeley and San Francisco; occasionally with guys I meet online in Sacramento; and in Dallas when I get to town.<o:p></o:p>
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My Dick grows hard with envy when I see guys with obvious side effects: hollow face and sunken cheeks; skinny limbs with bulging veins; bloated tummies and/or buffalo humps. The more acute their symptoms, the more inclined I am to swap body fluids—tainted Cum, Piss, Spit, and Blood.<o:p></o:p>
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I have a soft spot for married guys--whose closeted Status and intimate interaction with the opposite sex make them Prime NEG Meat. With them my Motto is “Fuck first; Ask questions later.” <o:p></o:p>
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But my preferred modus operandi is to taunt my Bottoms about AIDS and DEATH as I pin their hapless asses to the mat and ram my Death Stick up their mangled Cunts. <o:p></o:p>
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The sexual chemistry amongst us POZ Pigs is incredible, and I'm addicted! Sometimes, with the married guys, you think what's goin' on might best be described as consensual rape. But with a fellow POZ Pig, it's more like making love with a kindred soul who shares and validates your passion for The Bug.<o:p></o:p>
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HE CAME OUT ON TOP
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I got POZZED at the ripe old age of 21. I’d just graduated from college and started my first real job. I spent my first couple of paychecks replenishing my tattered rags. 
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On weekends, my friends and I went to the clubs. One rainy Saturday, the crowd was kind of sparse. That was unusual for a weekend night, but it was dead everywhere so we just hung out. We suffered through the usual favorites and a few requests and mostly just stood around looking cool. 
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I actually saw Derek's Dick before I saw Derek. Both he and it were beautiful. I had gone to the john to drain the last couple of beers and was standing at the urinal when a tall guy came in. 
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I couldn’t help notice the thick stream that flew past my eye. I sneaked a peak and couldn’t believe my eyes. That Dick had to be at least 7” by 1-1/2. It looked like your typical erection—but wasn't even hard. 
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I watched him shake it as he pissed, as though he were aiming at the holes. When I realized I was getting hard, I tried nonchalantly to zip up. I sneaked one last peak as I stepped away. He stared at me with a narcissistic grin while continuing to jiggle that big Dick of his.
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Finally he stepped back and, with a cynical grin, shrugged, and walked out. I wanted that man. I followed him out the door but lost him crossing the dance floor. I found him again posing god-like at the back of the club. He was talking to a couple of guys, but noticed me approach. 
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I decided I shouldn’t be so obvious, reigned in my hormones, and rejoined my friends. But the image of that beautiful Dick had burnt in my brain, and I could think of little else while my Pals prattled on ‘bout this and that. 
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An hour later I literally ran into him again. I muttered apologies as I blushed. He found our near collision humorous, and instead of walking off, introduced himself. 
He seemed intelligent, thoughtful, and considerate. He spoke in short crisp sentences, pausing carefully before each word. He’d talk, then stop, and wait for my reaction. He had a strange sense of humor, on the sarcastic side. He studied me so intensely I felt his eyes burn through my clothes. The guy turned me on. I checked out his crotch to see if I was affecting him the way he’d impacted me; but any tenting was obscured by his thick cords.
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He asked if I’d like to smoke a joint. Impulsively I invited him to my place, but he wanted it right then. So I followed him outside, across the street, and down an alley. Standing in a small, filthy alcove, he pressed against me. Our lips touched. We passed the roach back and forth till Derek ground it into the grunge. 
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He turned to the wall, unzipped his fly and let loose a stream. When the jet subsided he didn't tuck it in, but turned towards me. 
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“Suck it!” <o:p></o:p>
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I bent over, but he told me to get on my knees. I protested that I was wearing my new duds and the ground was wet. He gave me that same evil smirk and zipped up. I pleaded, but he insisted that I’d have to kneel for it. 
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I threw in the sponge, knelt, and sucked his Cock. After that humiliation, I wanted desperately to get him in my sway. He was pretty hard; but thick as he was, that only made things worse. I found myself suppressing a gag, and my fleeting chance at domination slipped away.
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After 10 minutes, he pulled off. At first I thought he was going to cum, but he zipped up and headed back toward the street. Perplexed, I got off my knees, glanced at my soiled pants, and hightailed it after him. 
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“Did I do something wrong?”<o:p></o:p>
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“It’s time to fuck your Ass.” <o:p></o:p>
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I was living at the time in a two-bedroom with an old Fag named Marty (Martha) who worked nights as a Security Guard. Martha had a huge assemblage of women’s clothes and cross-dressed on her days off. Derek followed me into the lobby. He cornered me in the elevator practically tearing off my shirt. He drove me wild. 
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I fumbled with my key trying to unlock the door with Derek on my Ass. Once inside, he didn't waste any time. I had just hung up my jacket when he demanded I disrobe. 
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I debated whether I should or not. He started to rub his crotch. I could see his hard-on, and that settled that. I stripped down to my underwear and followed him to the living room where he’d planted himself on the couch. I offered him a beer, and he pulled me beside him as I passed him the can.
 
In minutes we were tangled in a passionate embrace. Desperately I tried to undress the dude. He let me get his pants undone and I had to settle for his Shaft. While I slobbered away, he worked his hand inside my briefs and began to finger-fuck my Cunt. 
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Derek stood up, his engorged Rod pointing toward the bedroom door. He was still fully clothed; and, as we walked past the bath, he mumbled about taking a leak. I didn’t have long to wait. He came out nude. He had a tremendous bod—smooth, bronze tan, washboard stomach, great legs, an overall lean, mean physique. And, of course, there was that piece of Prime Meat. I felt so vulnerable, a mere 5’8” 135, in my meager speedo—and with good cause. 
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Once on the bed he straddled me. We rolled around. He pulled off my speedo, flinging it across the room. He licked my ears. That drove me wild. He worked his tongue down past my Dick and sucked my Balls into his mouth. 
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“Like to get rimmed?”<o:p></o:p>
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 Before I could answer (“Why, yes, of course!”) he flipped me over and had me spread my legs. When I felt his tongue, I lost it all. Derek was an animal. It felt like he was trying to stick his whole tongue up my Ass. The stubble of his beard against the my Ass Crack drove me insane. When he finally relented, it was to ask for Lube. Meekly I pointed to the bed stand. He found what he needed and took his good old time lubing up my Ass. 
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“Got a Condom?” he asked perfunctorily.
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I didn’t want to spoil our fun. 
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“All out,” I lied—a whole box of them right there on the headboard in plain sight.
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I wanted him so bad. Derek was the thickest thing that had ever been up my Butt, and he was incredible. He kissed me wildly, probing my mouth and ears and neck. I tried to ride his Dick, but it was awkward—bent over as we kissed. 
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He flipped me over on my back, pulling my legs over his shoulders. Again he asked if I wanted to bareback. I figured he needed to hear me to say it over and over again. 
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So there I was, this skinny 21 year old neophyte, erect, stark naked, on my bed, my knees pressed to my chest, getting barebacked by this strange hot Hunk with an attitude and one slick Dick. 
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Needless to say, Derek fucked the shit out of me. Any semblance of gentleness went out the window as he power-fucked my Ass. Problem was, the lube dried up; and it began to hurt. Don’t get me wrong. With his muscular arms pinning my knees and his hands locked behind my head, he was the best fuck of my life. 
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I swear I came three times before he shot. We lay there tethered by my NEG Cum with his sweet thick Shaft slowly softening up my Ass. He pulled out to take a piss. I was exhausted and pulled the bed sheet over me. I may have dozed, cause the next thing I heard was the front door latch. 
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“Shit! Martha’s home.”<o:p></o:p>
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I slipped on my robe, prepared for awkwardness. 
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Only it wasn’t Martha. I stopped and listened. 
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“Derek?” 
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Apprehensively I traipsed to the john to see if anything was gone. Scribbled jaggedly across the mirror in Marty’s lipstick were three little letters and one big word: POZ! <o:p></o:p>
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For the umpteenth time that night Derek came out on top.<o:p></o:p>
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I feel like a such a complete Idiot; but I wanted to write you, anyway. We havenâ€™t corresponded much since I became one of the Brethren. I know you
wanted to do me, but my Cock just got too impatient that night I entered the Sleazy Bathhouse. 
I got tested and my Viral Load is already up to 123,292 and my Tâ€™s down to 375. I was supposed to start therapy, but I have (secretly) not been taking my
Meds. It makes my Cock twitch to know It's full of HIV Scum swimming around in my bloodstream. I wouldnâ€™t do anything to
harm my Babies, regardless of their reckless intent. 
Getting knocked up with HIV is scary. I still can't believe I did it. Not Cumming for 3 weeks pushed me over the edge. I
was trying to find a way to suppress my Sexual Urgesâ€”become celibateâ€”go straightâ€”enter the priesthood. Who knows? 
And what happened? On my way home from work one night it dawned on me. I knew what I wanted, and couldnâ€™t deny it any longer. My Cock got harder than
Itâ€™d ever been in my life. I had butterflies in my stomach, but no hesitation at all about getting Knocked Up. 
I turned my Jeep around and in 20 minutes was naked in that sleazy, filthy Bathhouse. Soon after that it finally happened. All Iâ€™d ever dreamt of,
fantasized about, came to fruitionâ€”unprotected sex with strange dudesâ€”suspect dudesâ€” opening my Innardsâ€”fucking my Guts. I was well aware of what could and did happen. 
The possibilityâ€”no, probabilityâ€”made it even hotter. I became even more whorish and sluttish than usual, denying entrance to no man, no matter how
feeble or old or unwashed or the count of sores on his bodyâ€”their raw, exposed humanity made me even hotter. I begged everyone of them to pump inside me.
Poisonous, venomous Cock Sludge slopped and sloshed in my Asshole. After the fifth one I actually felt It seethe and simmer within me. I took seven perfect
Fucks that night&#8212my Death Fucks&#8212as they turned out to be. 
I wish I could do it all over againâ€”getting POZZED. Iâ€™m thinking about my obligation to impregnate my fellow Biâ
€™s and Gaysâ€”not sure Iâ€™m up to the Task. I feel so shitty right now. My stomach has one hell of a gut-ache. But my Cock is throbbingâ€”just thinking
about all the Dudes out there practically begging for seroconversion. Who am I to deny them? My Cock is POZ now.
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I walked out of the doctorâ€™s office around 4. My blood work had the week before. But this time was different cause the doc had called me back for a 2nd
appointment. 
My T-cells were down to around 300 and my viral load was approaching 100,000 so heâ€™d recommended I start on meds. I looked down at little pieces of paper
in my hand, fluttering in the hot summer breeze. 
My prescriptions. Somehow I didnâ€™t think Iâ€™d ever get them filled. Iâ€™d take my chances. Still if I didnâ€™t do something, things could get out of
hand. I might get sick or even die. 
God was it hot! Course youâ€™d expect that in late July. I needed someplace dark and cool to mull things over. Someplace where I could get comfortable. My
favorite adult theater came to mind, where Iâ€™d probably originally got pozzed in the first place. 
The car seemed to have a mind of its own as it headed in that direction. Like I was just cargo and had no choice in the matter. No freewill really. Itâ
€™d been that way all my life. All I ever did go along for the ride. My destiny had always been out of my hands. No thinking to do, no decisions to make.

Actually I preferred it that way. 

Course on this day I did have some serious thinking to do. Whatever course I took, I wanted to be sure. So today I wouldnâ€™t do anything. Wouldnâ€™t
have sex. Just watch and observe, maybe cop a feel or two. But thatâ€™d be it. 
So who was I kidding? You do something often enough and it gets to be addictive. You get to need it and often. Cock and cum and man-pussy get to be
irresistible, a part of your being. 
I knew I was addicted, that I was going there for another sexual fix. Just like the guys Iâ€™d meat. Theyâ€™d be the same as meâ€”addicted. Some poz,
some neg, some who still didnâ€™t know they had the virus, some with the advanced symptoms of AIDS. Course itâ€™d be too dark in there to tell. Which
suited me fine. I might be there some day. As for the negs, I figured they were all in a state of transition. 
Yes, I was there for sex. Thatâ€™s what the place was for. Might as well rename it the House of Man Sex. Thatâ€™s why guys went there. Not to watch porn
flicks. I stuffed my little pieces of paper in the glovebox, which was already so full of junk I had trouble making it latch again. 
I suspected thatâ€™s where theyâ€™d remain, till things really got serious and I really needed them. Then Iâ€™d reconsider. As I opened the car door Iâ€™d
already mentally switched gears in anticipation. And pills, except for Viagra, were the furthest thing from my mind. 
I entered the theater and it was dark as hell. I stood against the wall in this alcove till my eyes could adjust to the darkness. It wasn't long till I was
joined by several dudes, a couple of whom began rubbing my ass and crotch. Iâ€™m still kind of choosy about having some fat old troll do me. So I gently
brushed past them and walked into the main theater until my eyes could adjust. 
I stood against the wall and a vague outline of hunky dude in tank top and shorts a few feet away gradually took shape. A minute later I was able to discern
he kept glancing my way. Beside him another guy, no shirt, in jeans, was also looking my way. The first dude walked over and began working my nips. I
motioned for the second guy to come over. He began rubbing my crotch. 
I pulled the tank off the one guy and pushed it down in his shorts. These guys started sucking my tits and licking my armpits, taking turns pushing their hands down to my bush. I rubbed each of their asses, putting them on notice as to my
intentions. Neither of them backed away or resisted. So it is in life. Bottoms always outnumber tops. So I was at a definite advantage. 
The first dude licked down my love trail and pulled my shorts down past my waist, and took me down his throat. I put both hands on the back of his head and
start face fuck him as he choked on my dick. His gagging was music to my ears. As he pulled off my dick, I noticed precum and spit glistened on his chin;
and I realized my eyes had adjusted quite well by then. 
As he gasped for air he whispered, â€œFeed me that dick!â€ And went down on me again while the other dude went to his knees licking my low hanging balls.
I pushed his head hard onto my sac. But little shit couldn't fit both my nuts into his mouth; so I settled for a wet tonguing. They took turns sucking my
cock and licking my balls, and I reached down and pulled on their nips to excite them and make them moan. 
I was pretty preoccupied with the 2 guys so that I hadn't noticed that weâ€™d acquired an audience. One dude, a house painter, Brian, who was later to
become a good friend, came over to watch closely. I pinched his nips thru his T-shirt. He moaned and licked on my tits as his hand massaged my ass muscle. I
fed my dick to the two dudes and got a kick out of plowing my cock down their throats and making them choke. Brian (the house painter) began to rim my ass. I
reached back and pushed his head hard into my crack till I could feel his tongue massaging my hole. 
I looked down at the 2 pathetic dudes working my pubes and said point blank, "I want to fuck your asses!" 
One said "Yeah, man, I need that, " while the other just moaned. I pulled them up to their feet, all 4 of us with our dicks out, and they followed me over
to the back row of theater seats. 
I pulled the one guyâ€™s shorts down and pulled down the otherâ€™s jeans down to his ankles. They both had prime little asses just begging to be boned, and
the thought of burying my diseased cock up their guts got me so hard. I leaned each of them over the seat arms, and Brian the house painter gave them each a
hit of poppers cause I had no lube other than precum. 
I held onto the first guyâ€™s waist and shoved my dick up his ass. He yelped and started to raise up, but I pushed him down and told him to relax. He yelled
at me to go easy, and I plowed his hot little ass even harder. Brian, maybe more out of sympathy than anything else, began to suck the dudeâ€™s dick. 
The guy yelled, "Oh man I can't stand it. Youâ€™re tearing me up!" Which was what I wanted, so my poz cum could find a way into his bloodstream. And I
grabbed onto his shoulders for more leverage and plowed as hard as I could while the other guy looked on, anticipating what was in store for him, too. 
We were sweating like pigs, and the sound of my balls slapping his ass resounded through the theater. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back all the
way in his gut and on the 3rd plow he yelled out "Shit, man, Iâ€™m gonna blow!" 
I fucked him ever harder till he said, "Shit, man, keep breeding me!" Seconds later he shot his load into Brianâ€™s hot mouth. His body crumpled as he fell
forward into the cushion part of the seat. I pulled out, his ass and my cock wet with poz precum. 
I looked at the 2nd guy who said, "Plow me!â€ I pushed his head down into the seat and plunged my cock into his smooth ass to the hilt, as the dude yelled
"Oh shit, man!" so loudly I thought maybe the guy at the front would have come back to see who yelling so hard, but he probably thought it was just the
sound track from his cheap ass porn flick. 
Brian again took the guyâ€™s dick in his mouth and I plowed into him with all my might. My chest was against his back. 
"Take my ass, man! Use it, dude." 
Easy to say. Easy to do. I started plowing him so hard he began to whimper. 
"Shoot in me now, please!â€ 
My dick stretched that little hole and I could feel him squeeze tight around my shaft as he tried to milk my dick. Sweat dripped from my forehead and off my
chest onto his back, as I plowed into him splitting him hard as I could. 
A couple of other dudes were playing with my back and legs while I bred this guy. I looked down at Brian, who he had his dick out stroking hard as he sucked
on the dude's hard cock. 
I was getting close as the guyâ€™s hot ass sucked in my cock, and as I tensed I said "You ready for my load?â€ 
"Fill my belly up with that load, man. Unload in me, now!" 
I bottomed out in his gut and my muscles tensed up as my load shot into his gut and he moaned and said, "I can feel your load, man! Fill me up with your jizz.â€ 
I kept plowing away in him as my balls contracted and my cock pulsed and quivered, and I shot ropes of diseased cum into him again and again. Brian
swallowed the dude's jizz, and himself shot straight onto the dude's ball sack. Brianâ€™s cum dripped down the dude's balls and ran down his thighs and
legs. 
I pulled out of the guyâ€™s ass. My cum ran down the guyâ€™s ass crack onto back of the his balls while Brianâ€™s jizz saturated his front. Brian reached
up licked the remaining cum off my dick before I put my cock back in my shorts. The two dudes pulled on their shorts and jeans, as some of the guys in our
audience, the ones who hadnâ€™t already shot watching us breed, came one by one. 
The guys Iâ€™d just fucked asked if we could get some time soon, and I patted them on their respective asses and told them Iâ€™d like that for sure. They
followed me up to the attendant where I borrowed a pen and some paper which I tore into strips. 
The two dudes wrote down their phone numbers, and I wrote down mine. Brian gave me his cell number. I left the place sweatier than I when came in, but with a
lot less cum. 
As I walked through the exit, I wondered which of the three would be the first to call. I made a mental bet that itâ€™d be the first dude whom Iâ€™d not
yet impregnated, but Iâ€™d take care of him later. Then Brian. Then dude number two. 
As I pulled onto the street, the glove box popped open. Too much junk I guess. Iâ€™d have to clean house. The little pieces of paper, the prescriptions,
with which Iâ€™d started the afternoon, fell out. I grabbed them and was halfway tempted to toss them out the window. But being a practical sort I shoved
them back in the glove box and slammed the door. Might need them someday. I turned my attention to how much I wanted a nice cool shower.

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Damn AIDS was giving me night sweats, so I got up, took a shower, and went for a stroll in the park. I figured it might be deserted since it was a weeknight. <o:p></o:p>
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To my surprise a hot Latino Twink I'd seen tricking downtown was there in his short jogging shorts. I'd often wondered what male prostitutes did for recreation, and the answer is what they do best. <o:p></o:p>
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I had no doubt the Kid was looking for action, along with whatever scratch he could finesse, though he got nothing from me other than a couple of POZ Loads and possibly a new STD. <o:p></o:p>
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It was about 1 A.M. and there were just the two of us there. He pursued me into a copse. I stopped just out of sight of the drive so I could keep an eye out for the cops. <o:p></o:p>
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After the usual touchy-feely and a few minutes of sucking, he turned and bent over. With his little brown Pussy almost touching my Dick Head, it was as blatant an invitation as I've ever received. <o:p></o:p>
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He took a hit of his Poppers, and I slid my Cock up his Cunt—one teensy push and I was in up to the Balls. Remember how this Kid earned a living, so to begin with he was pretty stretched out. Bottom line was I ended up breeding his slack little Shitter while he zonked-out on Poppers.<o:p></o:p>
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Before I left I let him spooge down my throat. He had been so sweet and accommodating and the price had been right—so I invited him over to my place to spend the night. He declined, saying he had to get home or his Pimp might accuse him of cheating.<o:p></o:p>
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As he walked off into the shadows, I had second thoughts about withholding my Status, but concluded that, in his professional life, he'd taken as many POZ Loads as I had in my amateur one. Besides, I figured he might prefer not to know. Be bad for business if word got out he'd been bred. <o:p></o:p>
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I had been barebacking for years and never asked guys their status. While I was never an overt chaser, the idea of taking POZ Cum turned me on. I loved reading Conversion Stories. Today I write ‘em. I suppose I wanted to get bred all along.<o:p></o:p>
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In the late fall I connected with a guy from Gay.Com. He was a real Bareback Pig.! We'd both stopped using Condoms, gloves, and other Safe Sex paraphernalia. <o:p></o:p>
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When he fingered my Pussy, I asked him to fuck me. He said he'd have to pull out cause he didn't want to cum up my Ass. I asked him why not; and he said that he was POZ, and I was still NEG. <o:p></o:p>
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I almost flipped! Never before had I known in advance that the guy about to fuck me was POZ. That was a first! In essence I got down on my knees and begged him for his Cum! <o:p></o:p>
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He got this shit eatin' grin on his face. "Let's see if I got this straight. You WANNA get POZZED ?"<o:p></o:p>
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"FUCK, YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!"<o:p></o:p>
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He started to screw me like there was no tomorrow, ranting about the Bad Seed he was about to plant up my Butt; that there could be no turning back; and that, from that day forth, all my partners would be at risk. <o:p></o:p>
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I got rock hard. He told me he was gonna shoot. We both came—he up my Ass—and I, all over my chest—probably the most prolific Load of my life. <o:p></o:p>
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He stayed the night. I took a couple more Loads and gave him two back. I fisted him for over an hour. After that we talked of the BUG till the morning sun shone blood red on our Dicks. He made me promise to call him if and when I got "the Flu." <o:p></o:p>
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Nine days later I woke up sick as a dog and soaking wet. I called him and told him I didn't feel so good. <o:p></o:p>
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He stressed how awesome it would be if I hit the Baths—while my immune system was depressed and my Viral Load was outta sight.<o:p></o:p>
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THOUGH I FELT LIKE SHIT, I dragged my Butt down to the Tubs. I ended up taking five Loads up the Ass and two down my throat. But there was a price to pay for my contagious escapade—I almost had to crawl home to bed where I stayed put for a week.<o:p></o:p>
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It was spring before I finally got tested. I don't know why I postponed it so long. The Baths were offering free HIV testing, and I availed myself.<o:p></o:p>
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Two weeks later I called and gave my code-number to the little Fairy on the other end of the line. He hemmed and hawed, and ended up making me an appointment with a Counselor. She turned out to be a loquacious old spinster, who commiserated with me for half an hour before pronouncing me POZ. I could barely keep a straight face.<o:p></o:p>
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That night I had dinner with my NEG ex-Lover. As usual, I fucked his Ass. So far I have 5 confirmed Conversions to my credit, the first being the aforementioned ex-Lover, and the latest, a neat little drama student down the hall. <o:p></o:p>
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After getting my cherry popped and my ass spermed in a grimy booth in a bookstore 3 years ago, I started BAREBACKING. Iâ€™d go through SPELLS of playing
around, getting screwed, and then would HIBERNATE for months at a time. Iâ€™d meet some guys online and played several times. I went through a SPELL OF 3 MONTHS where I took as much cum. Iâ€™m sure I took some poz loads-- but
didn't get knocked up. In September, I hooked up with 2 more guys.. They were blue-collar types. Said they usually played it safe. One night, after several weeks of chatting, I
invited them over. I'd been HIBERNATING FOR ALMOST A YEAR and was unbelievably horny. When they arrived, we drank a beer, smoked a joint, and GOT NAKED. While I sucked one guy, the other greased my hole from the jar Iâ€™d positioned next to the condoms. I waited for him to rip open one of the condom
packages, but instead felt this raw hot dick enter my ass. God! That really pleased me since I hate latex. Especially after a year. The next 2 hours were
all about taking their seed. I ended up with 4 hot loads in me. Having deprived myself for so long, it was absolute anal lust. I took the last load grasping the foot of the bed. I remember I hollered out loud for his cum. When he shot, I plunged backwards, totally impaling myself on
his dick. They left without even saying a word, not even the usual good-byes. When I came down with the "flu" a week later, I merely chalked it up to the "flu." I
never thought that it was anything else since my bout was so mild. And I was still horny. My year of abstinence was definitely over. While I was still
feeling low, I got an email from this guy who said heâ€™d seen my profile and was interested. I invited him over. Actually, I almost didnâ€™t cause I was
feeling so shitty. But as the weekend rolled around, I felt good enough to play. After the usual foreplay and a few minutes of screwing, just enough to get me opened up, he pulled out. "Right back," he said, taking something out of his jacket. I was face down on the edge of the bed. With one quick stroke, he rammed this huge dildo up my ass. God, did that hurt! I took a big hit of poppers to
ease my pain. That helped. He worked it in and out of me for a few minutes, then pulled it out, and mounted me again. After a few thrusts he said he wanted
to seed me good. I was glad he was ready cause my ass hurt so bad from the dildo. After few strokes, he shot in me. Surfing around the net a few days later, I found the his bio and those of the 2 other guys from the previous weeks. I read some of the messages theyâ€™d
left. The 3 were good friends. While they didnâ€™t mention me by name, I knew it was me theyâ€™d been talking about I read how theyâ€™d teamed up to
breed this neg. All 3 were poz. Suddenly the lights came on. All the talk about safe sex, which turned out to be just that â€“ talk. I remembered my bout with the flu when it wasnâ€™t even
flu season. And the final touch with the dildo. If only heâ€™d known that wasnâ€™t even necessary. It's really weird looking back through my past posts when I was neg. â€œNo holds barred; nothing held back.â€ My life-changing tag team match occurred just
10 days after I wrote that. I keep last yearâ€™s calendar in my bedroom. The date I got pozzed is circled in red. Yep. I confirmed it with a blood test. It had to happen sooner or later. For me itâ€™s business as usual. Guys rarely ask my status. Iâ€™m really into giving now. Iâ€™ve always been the
generous type. I looked again at one of my posts, this one more recent. â€œNeg Top looking for Bottom. DDF preferred. Bareback Only. Married OK.â€ Iâ€™m a flexible
bastard. Just as flexible as the guys whoâ€™d said they played it safe, then pozzed me bareback. Make each lay special, folks. You never know when itâ€™s
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I work at a bath house. Actually, I took the job as much to meat new guys as for the money. On the days I'm not working, I sometimes check in as a guest
and get together with some of my buds. I'm always looking for new fuck buddies as the opportunity presents itself. 
My lover, Kevin, is also an attendant there. He is a cute guy with a perfect bod and great legs. It was through Kevin that I met 3 of his buds. One day
shortly before Christmas, before Kevin and I became lovers, the 5 of us decided to get together. 
Christmas is a slow time at the bath house because guys are out of town or tied up with parties or family obligations. So it's kind of neat, cause you have
the facilities all to yourself. 
The bath house offers testing every Wednesday. I knew Kevin was neg when he came back from the medic all smiles. And he had assured me his buddies were,
in his word, "safe". So that left me. I'd tested poz, but hadn't told anybody. I kind of figured it was none of their business, and not worth ruining
anybody's holiday over, least of all my own. So I just kept quiet. 
As we undressed and wrapped towels around ourselves, I wondered how it would feel sliding my cock up into each and everyone of their sweet bubble butts.
Jake especially caught my eye. He had this killer smile. He's 5'11", 165, crewcut, dazzling red hair, freckles, green eyes, and super long legs. 
Of course, being men among men, our cocks got mutually hard or close to it; and my 7" was no exception. Jake was hot for me from the start. He tweaked my
nips, and mentioned how he'd like to sample that bulge beneath my towel. Evan and Tristan, lovers for 3 years, were blonde, short hair, 5'8" and 5'10"
respectively, nice bods, and a little more aloof. 
After a few minutes of horsing around, I told them I wanted to shower. They agreed, and we hustled off to the locker room. Still half hard, I hung up my
towel. 
"Gosh, Bill, I wish I could help you with that!" Jake said. 
I laughed. "I wish you could, too." I winked at him, not concealing my admiration for his butt. Coyly, he turned about and stepped into the shower.
Perhaps it was the season, or simply the camaraderie, as the warm water poured down on us. But pretty soon we went from soaping ourselves to soaping each
other. 
Jake's hands strayed to my tits, as the water ran down between our legs. He began to twist and squeeze, and when I moaned he let his hand drift down to my
cock. I reached behind him and put my finger in his hole, pulling his body hard against mine. He groaned as he raised his fingers to his lips to savor my
oozing precum. He slid down my body to my balls. 
Evan and Tristan, shy youth not quite sure they could play a man's game, stood by and observed, till I grabbed their buttocks, and pulled them tightly
against me, their hard cocks pressed to my thighs. Coarsely I pushed their heads down to my nips, making them suck my tits like babies. 
Sensuously Jake glided up and down my on my dick. He had warm water in his mouth as he gulped down my 7" all the way to the root and stared imploringly up
at me. I jerked Evan's and Tristan's cocks, which left trails of precum on Jake's back and shoulders. 
The 3 of us kissed while Jake deep-throated me. I put my hands on the back of his head and face-fucked him till he gagged. 
Evan went to my asshole. Soooooo sweet! Tristan followed, and they took turns rimming me while they played with themselves. 
I pulled Jake to his feet. 
"I love your cock, Bill." 
"Yeah, but now I need your ass." 
Jake put his hands to the tile and bent over. Evan and Tristan played with my nips as I grabbed Jake's narrow waist and slid my 7" into him. His ass
muscles worked my cock as I plowed deeply into him. Jake groaned and whimpered, and I put my hands on his shoulders to gain more leverage into his mancunt.

Tristan said, "Do me, Bill!" 
Evan added, "Me, too, dude." 
I pumped in and out of Jake till he yelled "I'm gonna shoot, man!" 
Right on cue, wave after wave of my poz cum shot up in his belly as he shot a neg load all over his pubes and the wall. 
A couple ropes dripped onto his leg and foot. Weak and enervated, Jake fell back against me. And the neg cum on his belly burned like acid into my
unrequited flesh. 
Evan and Tristan lined up their asses ready for their deserts. 
Jake recovered enough to work my tits as I shoved my cum-lubed cock up Evan's neg hole. 
I slammed into him, and his head bounced off the tile wall till Tristan steadied him. 
Evan whispered, "Fuck me, Bill! I need it!" 
I buried my poz cock all the way up his neg gut; but he kept pushing his ass back at me, begging for more. Tristin kissed him, telling him over and over,
"It's okay, Baby." Like he understood his lover's need to get bred. 
I pulled all the way out and shoved it back in. Evan screamed. Tristan moaned as he watched me plug his lover's hot butt. 
As I started to shoot, Evan said, "Can't help it, man! I'm gonna cum!" 
I quickly pulled out of Evan and buried my dick deep in Tristan, so that both lovers got equal exposure to my seed. I figured if I could convert one of
them, they'd fuck each other to death. 
Tristan, not expecting penetration, let out a yelp, first of surprise, then pain, then pleasure, as gobs of poz cum, lost during the transition, ran down
his butt crack, as they did down the leg of his lover. 
"God, Bill, that feels soooooo good!" I plowed Tristan as lover Evan watched in envy, my big ass balls pounding his ass, as poz cum sprayed into sweet neg
pussy. 
Tristan's cock was hard as I plugged him, and he was precuming so voluminously that strands of it dangled from his cock to my legs like the web of a venomous
spider. He groaned and grunted as I used my cock muscle to penetrate his unsullied butt. 
Drained, I pulled out, begging exhaustion. Evan, Jake and Tristan toweled off, excused themselves, and went back to the room. 
Kevin, who had been strangely aloof during the whole ordeal, turned off the water; and we stood there, dripping wet, facing each other. 
I approached him and kissed him. 
"When do I get mine, Mr. Macho?" 
"Doing anything this evening? You know that nice Italian restaurant I mentioned? My treat." 
"Not exactly what I had in mind." 
"Well, there's always afterward," I added lamely. 
"Bill, you shouldn't be so careless. I saw your test results laying in the office a month ago. And now I may have helped you poz my best friends." 
Stunned, I just nodded. 

"You know something? The only emotion I felt, besides nearly cumming myself, was envy. Like I wished it was me getting pozzed. So the way I see it,

Mister, you owe me big time. And I intend to collect my due." 
That evening Kevin and I went to dinner. After that we went back to his place. A fortnight later he came down with the flu. 6 months later we became
lovers and moved in together. Now Kevin's on meds and has a zero viral load. My own viral load's floats between 75 and 100 (thousand), with T-cells in the
400 range. 
As for Evan, Tristan and Jake? Jake's still neg, far as I know. Last I heard, Tristan converted, and pozzed Evan The lovers split up as a result. As for
Kevin and me-we're still poz to each other and neg to the world.

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I went to the baths Saturday afternoon to see if I could find a Hot Ass to breed. It was a beautiful, warm summer day; and there was some succulent Mancunt lounging by the pool.<o:p></o:p>
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 I usually don't care about a guy's age long as he's in shape. Fact is, I generally prefer ‘em over 35. But that afternoon I kept my eye open for some Boycunt. The Baths are just around the corner from the campus, so the odds of finding some bored summer school flunky to infect were pretty good.<o:p></o:p>
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A muscle boy of 25, a gymnast type, lay on his back stroking his Rod. I pulled off my towel, exposing my POZ Cock, which he eagerly sucked down. I reached around and stuck a finger up his Ass. It came out milky white.<o:p></o:p>
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"You got a Load in there already, Pal."<o:p></o:p>
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Turned out he'd just been fucked by his Workout Bud an hour before.<o:p></o:p>
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I cut right to the chase. "You want another Load?"<o:p></o:p>
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I got him on all fours the way I like my Bottoms—Hole in the air, Ass Cheeks spread wide. He slid back on my Cock. After he got comfy, I did a number on his Pussy. Between my Tongue and Cock and Busy Fingers, he didn't know which end was up. I got him practically begging to be POZZED. <o:p></o:p>
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When I'm about to shoot, I like to get my Pigs down on their stomachs so I can grind my Bug Juice into them for better Breeding. So I climbed on his back and whispered intimately, "You always take it raw?" <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah. I want my Tops to have a good time, too." 
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I always have a good time when I'm spreading my POZ Seed around.<o:p></o:p>
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"Nothing like Cum runnin' down your leg, you know" 
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The Little Whore was fertile ground, indeed; and I had just the Seed to sow him with.<o:p></o:p>
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"You POZ or NEG?" I asked.<o:p></o:p>
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"NEG so far."
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"So, just to pretend...theoretically, of course...what if I told you I was POZ?"<o:p></o:p>
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"S'ok, man. I think I'm immune to HIV." <o:p></o:p>
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You Stupid Shit! I was so eager to prove the little Fucker wrong. I screwed him deep, swaying my hips, to grind my POZ Spooge in his gut.<o:p></o:p>
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"THERE'S ONE BIG POZ LOAD FOR YOU, MAN." <o:p></o:p>
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He thanked me, and I shot two more Cum Loads up his Chute. <o:p></o:p>
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When I left, he was in the sauna taking it up the Ass from two Black Dudes, one of whom I knew was POZ cause he's recharged me from time to time. The arrogant little S.O.B. had plenty of POZ Cream to infiltrate his NEG Fuck Hole. I still marvel that he claimed immunity, and wonder if anyone's yet proved him wrong.<o:p></o:p>
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My deceased ex-Lover Joe suggested I post this—a titillating tale for some of you. Six months ago, a group of us were riding our bikes through North Carolina. It was hotter'n Hades, so we pulled over at a truck stop. This Hot Little Queer was gassin' up his VW. He liked Joe's bike and told him so. Joe let him take it for a spin and invited him to join us for a toke.<o:p></o:p>
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We offered him a couple snorts of speed and a joint laced with Crack. The Little Faggot lost his inhibitions and made a pass at Joe. We gangbanged his Ass to teach him a lesson—left him face down in the toilet bowl with a bar of Ivory soap up his Rectum. I know at least half of us are POZ, and Joe and I have AIDS. I'm sure with all of the Venom we let loose in his pink Pussy we POZZED him. <o:p></o:p>
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Joe died this morning. The Dark Lord's Bug finally got him. I'm jealous! It was me POZZED Joe in the first place, and he gets to go to Lucifer before me. So my Mission on Earth continues. Death through Sex has always been the Ultimate Sacrifice.<o:p></o:p>
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It was a nice warm day, and I was feeling great, despite the constant, soaking night sweats. The latest tests confirmed it. My Viral Load was soaring, my
T-Cells decliningâ€”despite the Meds. I decided to take my mind off things, and after work, headed for the park to wash and wax the Blazer. 
I pulled in beneath a tree away from other cars, though there were lots of others taking advantage of our Indian Summer day. I turned on the CD player. The
humidity was high, and the unaccustomed physical effort made me sweaty; so I pulled off my Tee to soak up some rays. 
A black-haired dude pulled up beside me, and a blonde dude on the other side. I glanced at them, and we locked eyes. I got to thinking how waxing might not
be so important. 
The black-haired kid was twentyish, ball cap, with a very pretty smile. The Blonde was tanned, green eyes, and had a cool smile too. A group of Fags cruised
by. A guy Iâ€™d done before massaged his groin in blatant invitation to pursue him. The car grew less and less important. 
I couldnâ€™t help myself. I was surrounded. 
The dark-haired dude surveyed my crotch. The Blonde got out and sat down on a picnic table. He was wearing khaki shorts a size too tight, and I fantasized
how nice itâ€™d be to plug his needy hole. His sexy black-haired buddy joined him at the picnic table. 
Because of the nausea from the Meds, I hadnâ€™t Barebacked for a week and got to thinking how nice itâ€™d be to GIFT a couple of NEG holes. 
The black-haired dude must have read my thoughts. 
"Love you to do mine." He meant his car, but I had his hole in mind. 
â€œMy pleasure.â€ 
I glanced over to at the Blonde, whoâ€™s earsâ€™d perked up at our exchange, his eyes aglow with carnal lust. I went over to a spigot to wash my hands and
dried them on my Tee, which I stuck in my back pocket. 
As I walked back to the Blazer, I noticed the two cunts were talking. I kinda figured they knew each other, and Iâ€™d already decided I WAS GONNA POZ one or
both of themâ€”if not them, then the Faggots in the woodsâ€”BUT SOMEONE. 
So I locked up my car wash paraphernalia and sauntered down the path. 
Five minutes later I leaned against a huge ass rock off the main trail. The area is well known as a great place to get your cock sucked, if you can fend off
the damn trolls who offer bucks to suck your dick. For me it was a second income. But today I was giving it away. 
It wasn't long before I heard footsteps on the trail; and; sure enough, it was Blackie and the Blonde. 

Blondie nervously approached me. 

"We just had to complement you before we left. We love your carâ€”and body." 
"AND Iâ€™D LOVE TO FUCK YOUR ASSES,â€ I deadpanned. 
"WEâ€™RE BOTH BOTTOMS.â€ 
The effusive Blonde got down to businessâ€”working my titsâ€”while his dark-hared friend dipped his fingers beneath my beltlineâ€”to explore my crack. 

â€œSUCK IT!" I commanded. 

The black-haired dude pulled down my jeans and devoured my thick eight-inches while his Blonde Buddy licked and slobbered on my balls. Blackie glanced up to
gage my pleasure. 
I rammed my shaft back down his gagging gullet. 
The Blonde tongued my ass. I grasped his locks and sandwiched him between my buttocks. The little Fucker moaned, and in response shucked off his shorts.
A trickle of precum ran down his yellow bush. It was now or never. 

â€œI WANNA FUCK BOTH YOUR ASSESâ€”NOW.â€ 

I told them to lean against the rock. I probed their mancunts simultaneously and harshly One fingerâ€”twoâ€”then three. Reflexively they jerked away as I
probed their holes, abrading them with dirty unkempt car-wash nails. 
"CUT IT OUT, MAN!â€ the black-haired dude groused in discomfort. The Blonde slumped against the rock and moaned. Apparently he found getting his cunt
roughed up appealing. 
I shoved my whole hand to the knuckles up Blondieâ€™s silken assâ€”AND TWISTED. If Iâ€™d had any lube I coulda buried my whole arm up the Little Fuck. But
his bellyaching buddy awaited his comeuppance. The whole time I fisted Blondie, Iâ€™d kept my fingers up Blackieâ€™s ass, despite his protests, and only
pulled them out when I was sure my nails had cut him. .

"I WANT YOUR SEED, MAN! FILL ME UP!" he begged. 

How I wanted to shoot a POZ LOAD up that MOTHERâ€™S PUSSY CUNT! I penetrated him. He yelped and howled as salty sweat dripped off my chest and dribbled
down his crack to sting my reddened cock. 
I glanced at Blondie. An icicle of precum sagged from his cockhead, and Iâ€™d hardly touched the Fucker. 
I plowed the dark-haired pussy and watched his ass muscles contract. Greedy Bastard! I smashed into his ass cheeks and pulled him tight against me. 
"Iâ€™M GONNA SEED YOU! FUHHHHUCK! AHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH!â€ 
My body spasmed as I shot a week of pent-up VENOM up his ass. He thrust back against me, milking every drop of TOXIN from my shaft. 
"FUCK, DUDE, YOUR JIZZ IS SINGEING ME!â€ 
I almost stopped to expound upon my theory that burning jizz was PROOF POZITIVE the BUG had taken. But Blondie saved the day by wrapping his thin arms
about him as if to reassure him that getting POZZED was not so bad. 
â€œHow touching! And I got a GIFT for you, too, Studly!â€ 
As I pulled out, POISON JISM oozed down black-hairedâ€™s crack and glazed his balls. I dipped my pole in the malevolent secretion and plowed into Blondieâ
€™s well-used mancunt. 
I gotta tell you, I got this talent. My cock stays hard till I'm completely drained. And with another hole to POZ, I was far from that. But since Iâ€™d
cum once, itâ€™d take a while to shoot again. So I plunged in and out of him, with all the vigor I could muster. I wanted to screw the lifeblood out of
Blondie. 
"FUCK ME LIKE YOU DID RONNIE, MAN!" 
How prophetic! I paused. OK. So at last I had a name. I like my fucks to be real personal. 
"So whatâ€™s your name, Hot Fuck?â€ 
Impatiently, he grunted, "Kevin. Cumâ€™ on man. Fuck me! You can cum again, canâ€™t you?â€ 
Little Whiner. 
â€œWatch out, Bitch! Iâ€™m gonna Fuck your Ass to Death!â€ 
I screwed his butt for 30 minutes. Soon the cum-lube had dried up, and my shaft was gettinâ€™ soreâ€”a sure sign that the same was happening to Kevin. The
little Fucker whimpered. 

â€œI CANâ€™T TAKE MUCH MORE! SHOOT IN ME, PLEEEASE! â€ 

I pistoned my thick cock in his swishy ass, and Ronnie had his hands all over my tits and balls. That was the clincher. 
"I'M CUMMIN, KEV! TAKE MY POZ LOAD!â€
Iâ€™d let the cat out of the bag! Ordinarily I do not admit my status. It isnâ€™t a wise thing to do. In this instance there were two of them and one of
me; and civilization was at least 500â€™ away, if anyone else remained in the park. The sun was already on the horizon; and dusk was fast approaching. But
wimpy Kevin pissed me off, and I wanted them to know what I was doing. 
Ropes of POZ CUM shot up Kevinâ€™s ass faster than his motor reflexes. Ronnie caught on real quick. His hands dropped off my tits and balls. His jaw
dropped down, and he looked sick. 
â€œYOUâ€™RE POZ?â€ 
Like greased lightning Kevin came off me, and in the fading light a fibrous strand of BUG-JIZZ connected him and me. Poor Kevin was too late. 
â€œYeah,â€ I responded, nonchalantly pulling up my pants, dragging my damp Tee out of my pocket. â€œThought you guys knew.â€ 
â€œHow could we know?â€ wimpy Kevin whimpered. â€œYou shoulda used a condom.â€ 

â€œSorry, boys. I ONLY BAREBACK.â€ 

â€œThat ainâ€™t safe.â€ 
â€œKnow what a GIVER is?â€ 
The ignoramuses gawked at me like weenies. 
I turned and hastened down the path. Though they were harmless, it was dusk and getting cool, and I was wasted. And my assumption was correctâ€”the park
was deserted, except for the three of us. 
As I backed out, I smiled. Itâ€™d been a perfect day. The two of them were made for an impaired immune system. If all lifeâ€™s choices were that simple,
the Blazerâ€™d wait forever. I caught a final glimpse of them as they scooted up the path. In the headlamp glare they reminded me of frightened rodents.
They knew nothing about meâ€”not my nameâ€”nor where I lived. Certainly not that Iâ€™d progressed to FULL BLOWN AIDS.

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THE MEETING*************************************


James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. A big guy stopped him just inside the door and asked for his ID. After inspecting it under a flashlight,
he stared at him, then motioned him on. 
Nervously James found an unoccupied corner. He hoped no one saw him come in. If anyone from the swim team saw him, he'd be blackballed and harassed
forever. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down over his face. It took a couple of minutes to adjust to the dark. Heâ€™d planned on
just observing. To remain anonymous, heâ€™d chosen the most inconspicuous clothing he could think ofâ€”baggy shorts, a white Tee, and sneakers.
Itâ€™d taken months to come to grips with himself, but he'd finally decided to live life as nature intended. Still, his first trip to a gay bar was nerve-
racking. 
There were a few guys his age, but most of the patrons were older. James, 19, was a sophomore at the University. He was completely ecstatic to be at
school, away from his provincial hometown. He'd decided to take some summer courses so he wouldnâ€™t have to go home. He'd lucked out having the room to
himself for the summer, and decided that he was finally going to lose his virginity. 
Taking deep breath, he approached the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked him over, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and handed
him his change. James hurried back to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap on the vodka. It
burned all the way down his throat. Guys in groups of two and three drifted in. They sat at the bar, or near the TV, and chatted. But the majority of guys,
like himself, were alone and cruising. 
In the first 30 minutes, James ignored several older gentlemen who made their way to his table; they were ugly and out of shape. 2 hours, 3 screwdrivers and
4 unwanted suitors later, he figured the night was a bust. It was close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he got up to leave, he bumped
into someone. 
"Sorry. Didn't see you," he mumbled, staggering against the wall. 
A hand grabbed his shoulder. "Steady, guy." James looked at the man, and smiled, "Guess I had a bit too much." 
â€œGuess you did." The man who held James was taller, about 6 foot to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled. He continued to hold Jamesâ€™ shoulder, and
the heat from his hand burned James like a branding iron. Feverishness crept up his neck, into his cheeks, as well as down his back to his legs. His face
turned crimson. 
"Guess I had a lot too much." 
"Why don't you come over and sit with me a while. You're in no shape to go anywhere yet." The man took James' hand, and wove among the tables toward the
back of the bar. He sat James down in a chair. 
â€œBe right back.â€ 
A few minutes later, he reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol out of your system." James gulped the water
down as the guy watched. 
"Thanks," he mumbled. 
"First time in a gay bar?" 
"Howâ€™d ya know?" 
"First of all, you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And thirdâ€¦." 
"And third, what?" James asked, when he made no attempt to finish. 
"And third, I watched you fidget so much in that corner, I got to fidgeting myself.â€ 
James erupted in laughter. The guy joined in. 
"I'm Seth." 
"James." 
James studied Seth for a moment. He had clear blue eyes and red hair, which was buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (No, hot!) and muscular.

His biceps stretched the white Tee sleeves and his chest spread the thin fabric taut. James noticed his big tits seemed to poke through the tight white

cotton, and his dick gave a twitch. 
Seth smiled as James checked him out. James was definitely quite a number, and his body looked ripe for the taking. And if Seth pegged James right (as he
had about his first trip to the bar) he was still a virgin. Seth's cock stirred at the thought of popping that delightful little cherry. 
"Let me get you some more water," Seth said, and went the bar. 
When he came back, James finished a second glass. 
"How ya feelinâ€™?" 
"Better," James slurred. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, but James felt too muddled to follow. 
After half an hour, James thought heâ€™d best be leaving. He got up to go, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're
gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home." 
James liked that idea. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest. 
"Where do you live? Should I call someone?" 
James shook his head. "Iâ€™ve got a single over in the Elm Street dorm." 
Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the walk, Seth had his
hands all over the boy on the pretext of keeping him steady. And James, back on his own turf in the presence of this beautiful man, was getting hornier by
the minute. He had no intention of letting this catch get away. 
"Here you are," Seth said, as they approached his door. 
"So, ummm, you wanna come in for a while?" James asked hopefully. 
"Love to." 

FOREPLAY**************************************


No sooner had they closed the door, than Seth pulled the boy tight against him. He kissed James hard on the mouth, filling his mouth with spit, forcing him
to swallow. James groaned and clung to Seth passionately. Sethâ€™s hips thrust against the boyâ€™s crotch. His left hand kneaded the youthâ€™s ass through
his shorts, while his right hand undid his belt. 
Jamesâ€™ shorts fell to the floor. He kicked off his sneakers. His Size Small briefs came off next; and James' hard cock rubbed against Seth's bulging
jeans, dripping precum everywhere. 
James pulled off Seth's T-shirt, marveling at his lean, hard body. His hands roamed onto his huge chest and nipples . He couldn't help himself; he pushed
his face onto Seth's tit and began sucking. 
"Oh yeah! Fuckinâ€™ hot little slut! Chew them nips." And James licked, sucked and bit them. 
James untied Seth's sneakers and took them off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. Jamesâ€™ dick twitched. He took
off Seth's socks, lifted the damp smelly pair to his face, inhaled deeply, and rubbed them across his lips. 
He unbuttoned Sethâ€™s jeans. The bulge at his crotch spurred him on to quickly tug down the zipper. Seth's jeans opened before him, revealing smooth skin
and a weird tattoo at the base of his cock. 
"Hot tattoo! What is it?" 
"It means â€˜biohazard,â€™â€ Seth hissed. "Like it?" 
James yielded to the temptation to kiss it. Seth smiled diabolically. His jeans fell down the rest of the way and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in
the face. Seth laughed aloud at the stunned look on the boyâ€™s face. He stepped out of his jeans and spread his legs. 
James looked at the cock. Again it bounced towards him, dangerous, inviting, tasty. Seth pushed his crotch forward, and James knew what was expected. He
opened up wide, and devoured the humungeous pole. 
He only got half of it in his mouth when the big dickhead hit the back of the throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around and rammed him
onto it. James gagged, and his throat opened up. Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick all the way into James. His air supply cut off, James panicked. Seth
held him tight, watching him thrash and turn blue. "Breathe through your nose, motherfucker!â€ Seth commanded. 
James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nostrils. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Confident he could breathe again, James devoured
Sethâ€™s cock aggressively. 
Seth closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the young boy working his shaft. He thrust his dick all the way down the boy's throat, and removed it
slowly. Again and again he fucked his face rough and hard, abrading his dick on the boy's white teeth. That didn't matter. The only thing that counted was
the thrill he felt as he forced his cock all the way down the kidâ€™s throat, the kick he got when the boy gagged, and grunts he heard when the youthâ€™s
forehead struck his pelvis. 
"Yeah, that's it, cocksucker. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it all lubed up cause youâ€™re gonna take it up the ass real soon. Get it ready for
your mancunt, boy!" 
After 20 minutes, Seth pulled off. Purple, proud, and raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of breaths, gazing
upon the treasured phallus. It was covered with spit and slime. Seth waved it lewdly at James. "You want it, donâ€™t you? You want this dick in you?".

James nodded tentatively. He was committed to foregoing his virginity, but he wasnâ€™t sure he wanted the roughshod treatment Seth had to offer. 
"Where do you want this big dick, boy?"
James licked his lips. His throat was sore. It was now or never. "In my ass, sir. I want that cock up my ass." 
"Then you shall have it, boy. You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass apart?" 
James was sure Seth was speaking figuratively, but he couldnâ€™t shake his apprehension as he nodded affirmatively. Seth grabbed him by the tits and yanked
him to his feet. James swayed as blood gushed to his head and spots danced before his eyes. Seth guided him to the bed and pushed him down on his back.
James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them with his thighs. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach.

"Wait.â€ James reached over to the night stand and rummaged around. He came back a condom and offered it to Seth. 
"I don't fuck with no condoms," he told James. 
"No condom, no fuck," James said firmly. 

Seth stared contemptuously at the prophylactic and irascibly tore the wrapper off. James watched spellbound as Seth unraveled the rubber over his huge

dick. It looked even more ominous encased in latex. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squatted down so his cockhead abutted the boy's hole.

"All right.â€ 
â€œGo slow.â€ 
â€œIâ€™ve neverâ€¦.â€

***************************************THE FINALE************************************


WITH A SAVAGE THRUST, SETH LUNGED INTO HIM. 
James' face contorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and a garbled scream boiled from his throat. Lightning flashed before his eyes as the huge
battering ram of a cock invaded his body. He felt the condom shredding and ripping into his asshole, his innards aflame. 
Seth pummeled him again and again as the boy shrieked in agony. After 10 minutes of rammingâ€”sweat, assjuice, precum and blood combined to slime both cock
and hole. James stopped begging. He began to moan as Seth's cock passed over his prostate. 10 minutes later, James was erect. 
The reprieve didnâ€™t last long. Seth pulled out and flipped the hapless youth onto his stomach. Seth tugged at Jamesâ€™ T-shirt. James raised his arms
and torso to help get the Tee off, but Seth stopped midway, twisting the material above his head, pinning his arms beneath his head. With one hand on the
knot, Seth pulled the condom off. 
"I told you I don't do condoms." 
Tossing the bloody rubber before Jamesâ€™ eyes, he rammed his cock back into the boyâ€™s ass. Viciously, furiously, he plowed his cock in and out of his
hole. James thrashed and flailed, but the heavier Seth hammered away. Over and over, the large cock assailed James' butt. 
James stopped screaming. His fear, anger, and agony were supplanted by the sensuality of the cock pillaging him. Harder and harder Seth hammered his assâ
€”until James began moaning beneath the Tee. 
Seth let go of the shirt and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked him full blast. 
"Take this, you little fucker. Take my big dick up your ass. Feels good in thereâ€”RAWâ€”donâ€™t it? You want it now, donâ€™t you? Your ass is so tight.
Gonna fix that. Gonna make a man out of you. Iâ€™ll fix you so you wonâ€™t ever need a condom again. Gonna shoot my fuckinâ€™ poz jizz up your ass, get it
flowinâ€™ in your veinsâ€”know what that means?â€ 
James clenched his asshole as he understood the bombast. Still his rebellious anus betrayed him as it pulsed and danced in tune with the cock raping him.
He moaned with every thrust. After 10 minutes, a sweet hot orgasm coursed through Sethâ€™s body. He let out a howl, as his big dick infused volleys of
infected cum into the boyâ€™s body. He collapsed on top of James, who lay still. After catching his breath, he withdrew from the boy. 
Seth reached down and yanked the T-shirt off over Jamesâ€™ head. With an anguished moan James flipped over to watch his assailant. Jamesâ€™ eyes trailed
to the venomous cock that had raped him. It was still semi-erect and slimy with blood and shit and cum. Casually, Seth cleaned his dick on Jamesâ€™ white
Tee, and tossed it on the bed. 
As he dressed, he stared at the boy. Beneath his ass, the sheets were soaked with blood and cum. He went over to James and pulled him upright. He bent
his head back and planted a hard sloppy kiss on his lips while he dug his fingers into his ass. He held up his scummy fingers up to the boy. Obediently
James sucked them into his mouth. They came out clean.

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I met Jason at the arcade. Iâ€™d just blown a big hole in my wallet at the blackjack table and was pissed as hell. Saturday night in Atlantic City with no
money in wasn't going to be much fun. 

I wandered around a bit before heading to the arcade. I was broke, and mad, and horny. Not a great combination for the next neg ass I was going to nail. 
I ended up checking out some guys playing video games. I don't understand today's games. Iâ€™ve tried them. Give me â€œPacManâ€ any day. 

Two guys were beating each other up on the video screen. It was some sort of virtual fighting game--balls of fire, killer tanks, stuff like that. I asked
the kid standing next to me how the game went. He answered me in that teenage way where he talked to me, but his attention was somewhere else. 

I took a good look at the kid whose name was Jason. He must have been 19 or so, smooth white skin, and big blue eyes framed with thick lashes, like a girlâ
€™s. Iâ€™m about 6â€™ 1â€, and his head came up to my chin. He had on a black T-shirt that read "No Fear." 

My dick jerked inside my jeans at the thought of making love to him. I had to get to know Jason better. 

I started bullshitting him about not understanding today's games. Then moved to find out who he was with. His folks were at some concert, and he was left
to wander around tonight. Heâ€™d already shot his wad on the machines and was just bumming around. I told him I had also blown my cash and had nothing else
to blow, and hoped to find a quiet spot to nurse a beer and take a toke. 

His body language perked up slightly. He asked me where I was going, and I said I had no idea. Maybe onto the beach or under the boardwalk. I asked if he
wanted to join me. He shrugged, but struck me as very keen on the idea. 

I went to get my stash, and met him on the boardwalk. The night had grown chilly, and the coolness penetrated my sweatshirt. Jason wore only his T-shirt, â
€œNo Fearâ€, and I could almost see goosebumps on his arms. We hustled to a nearby deli, bought 2 beers, then headed to the beach. 

It was too windy on the beach (and too open for what I had in mind) so we wandered under the walkway and ended up in a corner under the pier. We sat down
on the cool sand. 

We huddled together to stay warm, more for his sake than mine, and guzzled our beers. I lit the joint and gave him the first drag. Jason toked and
shivered, but was smiling. 

We made small talk for a while. I let him toke up more than me, and urged him to finish off his beer. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder " to keep him
warm." My fingers worked his nipples, and, if he noticed, he didnâ€™t protest. 

I steered the talk to sex, and we talked about girls and blowjobs and fukking. The weed was doing its thing, and Jason giggled a lot. I lit a second joint,
took a puff, and handed it to him. 

I told him that I was frustrated and horny, and hadn't had a blowjob in a week. 

â€œYour girlfriend give it to you?â€ 

â€œNah, some fag at the gym.â€ 

â€œYou let a fag blow you?â€ 

â€œYeah. Some guy followed me to the steam room. And blew me. Swallowed my load. He was fukking good. Better than my girlfriend.â€ 

â€œIâ€™m so horny. You feeling as horny as I am?â€ 

Jason giggled nervously. â€œYeah.â€ 

â€œMind if I jerk off?â€ 

He shook his head. 

I unzipped and hauled out my dick, a rock hard 9 inches. With my free hand I reached for the joint, took a toke, and handed it back to him. He took it from
me, and took a long hit; but stared at my dick, caught up in the buzz of the beer and the weed. 

â€œBetter if you join me.â€ 

I yanked up his T-shirt and unzipped him. Forcefully he pushed my hand away, but left his jeans unzipped. After a minute, he unbuttoned and pulled out a
nice piece of young dick. It was a respectable 6 inches, but he needed to bumped it to the next level. 

â€œNice dick. Good size.â€ Jason blushed. â€œYouâ€™ll be able to please a lots of girls and guys with that.â€ 

â€œNo fagâ€™s gonna touch my dick.â€ 

â€œWhatever. But they know how to give some awesome blowjobs.â€ 

â€œHow big is it?â€ I grabbed it and stroked him. He didn't protest when he realized it felt better to have me do it than himself. 

â€œFeel mine.â€ 

I moved his reluctant hand to my dick and made like I wanted him to jerk me. Uncertainly, he complied. 

â€œA little faster, man.â€ 

I pulled him next to me. His jeans had fallen around his ankles. I pulled up his T-shirt and tweaked his nipple. He gasped. I moved close to his ear. â
€œSuck my dick, Jason.â€ He shook his head, and kept jerking me. 

â€œWatch this!â€ 

I bent over and swallowed him whole. He moaned out loud as I gave him a sample of expert cocksucking and moved on down to his balls. 

I pushed him onto the sand, pulled off his sneakers and jeans, hoisted his ass in the air and began to eat him. Heâ€™d never been rimmed before, but he sure
did like it! Eating his boyass got me salivating like a wolf, so I used the excess to lube my dick. 

Before he knew what was happening, my poz dick probed his neg hole. 

â€œWhat the fuk are you doing?â€ 

â€œNothing. Just relax,â€ I started to push into him. 

â€œGet the fuk off of me,â€ He struggled to get out from under me. But it's pretty hard with your knees to your chest. And since Iâ€™m was 175 pounds to
his 120 or so, for Jason it was impossible. 

I popped into his cherry ass and he scrunched his face up in pain. My dick twitched at the sight of seeing his pretty face like that. He yelled out in
pain, so I clamped a hand on his mouth. 

â€œShut up, you little bitch. If you keep yelling, Iâ€™ll tear your ass apart.â€ 

Jason continued to struggle, so I just plunged my dick up all the way into him. He screamed into my hand and his face went white in agony. I held very
still, and waited. 

â€œDo you want me to hurt you? Or are you gonna cooperate?â€ 

His cheeks were wet with tears, but he nodded. 

â€œOkay, now relax,â€ I said. 

Slowly, I moved in and out of him. Eventually his ass juices blended with my poz precum, and the ride smoothed out. After a few minutes of hitting his
prostate, Jason got hard under me. I reached down and jerked him as I pounded his neg ass raw. 

â€œYou got a hardon! You like getting fukked in the ass!â€ 

He shook his head no, but a moan escaped his lips, caused by my expert pounding and hand job I was giving him. 

I got that tingling in my nuts, that meant I was gonna shoot my killer load in his sweet boy ass. A few more strokes and I went over the edge. I shot 6 or
7 volleys of hot poz cum into Jasonâ€™s torn up kunt. I bellowed in his ear as I came. 

When I floated down off the high of bugging his neg ass, I gripped Jasonâ€™s hard dick in my hand. I jerked him slowly and sensually, while I whispered
nonsensical stuff in his ear about his ass being mine, his tight cherry, about how great a fuk he was. His eyes were still leaking tears while his dick was
leaking precum all over my hand. 

I pulled out of his used hole, slithered down his body, and took his dick in my mouth. I gave him a deluxe blowjob and got him off. He moaned loudly as the
last neg load of his young life spewed into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily. 

He didn't make a move to leave, so I laid next to him and held him. I fukked him a second time, and lubed by my poz cum, he enjoyed it more. I also figured
the second fuk was insurance that my poz load would take. And with his consent heâ€™d have a lot less to say to mama and papa. 

We walked him back to his hotel together. I knew he was uneasy about what had occurred. After all, heâ€™d consentedâ€”at least the second time. I figured
in his book that meant he was a fag. We never said another word. I knew he needed time to sort it all out, figure out that what had happened wasnâ€™t so
bad, and that, sexually, heâ€™d never look at men quite the same again. I thought forward to the day when he discovers heâ€™s been pozzed. Wish I could be
there. 

Penniless, I left Jason and went on back to my hotel, changed clothes, and checked out. Jasonâ€™s ass blood had stained my briefs. I threw them in the
suitcase on top of everything else. Happy poz life, Jason!

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I was a week into my â€œJohnny VirusSeedâ€ tour of the US and Canada. So far my breeding count was five. I bagged number five that morning. I was in my
underwear watching a sex vid, when this hot little number peered through the crack in the door. I invited him in. 
He made the first move, massaging my engorged cock through my briefs. I unzipped his trou, and out popped the sexiest little five inch bent cock. We
stroked each other, and I led him to the bed. I stripped off his clothes, revealing a tight muscular bod, with just a light dusting of chest hair. He
fucked my face. 
As I sucked him, he moaned about how good my mouth felt and urged me to fuck his sweet Ass. I didnâ€™t need any further encouragement. I got behind him,
gave him a hit of my Poppers, licked his tight Hole, and ogled his absolutely symmetrical Butt. I applied a small amount of lube to my Shaft and dove in.
He groaned and backed up on my Cock. He was as tight as they cum. 
I fucked him Doggie-Style a while, and he asked if I liked his Hole, and if It felt good. He sure was anxious to please. I told him he had a great Ass,
raised his legs to my shoulders and rammed it back in. 
â€œPlay with my Tits, Boy!â€ 
He did, and that made me pump harder and faster. He said he wanted my Fist up his Ass. I would have loved to oblige, but was too close to Cumming, and
spewed a small Lake up his Guts. 
His eyes widened when he realized I was Cumming. I told him he was full of my man juice now. He shot without touching himself. 
I pulled out, and some of my Seed rolled down his thighs. As he wiped up, he asked if there was anything he should worry about. 
â€œNothing to speak of.â€ Why should I lie? One day heâ€™d thank me for the POZZING. 
To assuage any doubts, I asked him same thing. 
â€œCourse not. I wouldnâ€™t BAREBACK if I had anything.â€ 

That evening I cruised the Hotel, leaning against the balcony railing, gazing down into some muscle dudeâ€™s room, when a good looking, thirtyish guy

happened by. He gave me a look-see, then glanced toward the gym bunnyâ€™s quarters. 
â€œHowâ€™s it going?â€ 
â€œOK,â€ I replied. 
â€œYou staying here at the Hotel. 
â€œYep. Are you?â€ 
â€œNo. Just visiting.â€ And then I noticed the big ole fat wedding ring on his finger---BOING! Married Dudes are PROOF POZITIVE that GAY GIFTING neednâ
€™t be gender-specific. 
I asked if he were looking for someone. 

â€œI think Iâ€™ve found him.â€ 

â€œLetâ€™s go to my room.â€ 
When I closed the door, he went NUTS. He must have been starved for ManSex, because he couldnâ€™t get enough. He licked my hairy chest, and popped the
hardest boner Iâ€™d seen in a long time. He was ALL OVER ME, so I took him to bed. He stripped, and went to work on my Balls. He rimmed my Hole, then
sucked my Cock. 
I told him that he was a Sex Starved Faggot, and the only thing that would satisfy his Craving would be if I shot a huge Load up his Ass. He groaned in
agreement and worked my Pole ebulliently. I continued to talk Shit to him, getting him ever more Hot and Bothered. I told him that, Married or not, he was
a Queer Faggot Cocksucker. I flipped him over on his stomach and tore into his Ass. He screamed in Pain and Pleasure. I asked if he wanted my Seed, and
he begged me to Breed him. Who was I to decline? 
I spermed his Neg Ass good and deep and pumped his Married Mancunt full of POZ JIZZ. The Cocksucker thanked me. I hoped Iâ€™d given him something to
remember me by, and heâ€™d pass it on to his Woman. I wouldnâ€™t want the Little Lady left out. 
I could hardly believe the Abercrombie type I did the next morning. In the afternoon, I took on the gym bunny one floor down. So the count stood at eight,
maybe more, counting spouses. In the morning I checked out for Denver. I had three, maybe four, Neg Holes lined up there.

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His name was Joseph. He was from Spain. I met him in the Village several years ago when he was a student. We cruised each other and hit it off. 
He was 24, 5'10", lean and fit. He bragged that he practiced martial arts, though I suspected that was mostly fantasy. Overall he looked kind of grungy--
long, shaggy black hair; really gorgeous eyes; and an accent to die for. 
Up until then Iâ€™d made it a rule not to engage in unsafe sex, because I was still dealing with being poz and all. I really liked him, but I didn't tell
him I was poz, cause I wanted to have sex with him. He didn't ask, and I didn't tell. 
We went back to his place and made out. God, did I throw a major boner! He was totally my type, smooth, well defined, and hung. We got down to some
serious cocksucking. I ate his ass as he lay writhing on the bed, and he couldnâ€™t hold back. Six or seven nasty volleys hit my face and chest. I lapped
up his cum and licked it off my fingers. I took his cock in my mouth, and he managed several more squirts. He was one of those guys who could cum multiple
times. 
He reached to the night stand, grabbed a condom, and straddled me. He was so hot and tight. I uncapped the baby oil and lubed his butt. Before I knew it,
he was riding me like a jockey. We switched positions, and I fucked him as he bent over the bed. 
I slammed him hard, and he moaned in Spanish. All of a sudden, the friction was incredible. I shot gobs of cum up his ass. I pulled him tight against me.

I jerked his shaft while I chewed his ear and twisted his nips. When he shot, I felt his ass do magic things to my dick head. I almost came again. 

When I pulled out, I saw my naked cum-covered shaft with a ring of rubber at the base. The condom had broken while I was fucking him. I was embarrassed and
scared. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to "clean up." I flushed the punctured condom down the toilet. 
He said his ass was wet and leaky from the lube. I didn't say a thing. He kissed me, and said it was okay, that liked his ass sloppy. A portent of things
to cum. 
We showered and cleaned up and walked down to the corner to grab a sandwich. We spent the rest of day together, and he asked me to stay the night. 
We fucked again. I was more careful about the condom, but it wasn't the same. We fucked for nearly an hour, and I made him cum twice. But I still wasn't
near ejaculation. 
He asked me what was wrong. I was hard as a stone, but my dick was all red from the condom. He pulled it off, poured lube into the palm of his hand and
massaged it over my shaft. He straddled me again, and positioned his ass over my rod. 
â€œNow you're going to fuck me without a condom.â€ 
â€œNo, wait. It's not safeâ€. 
â€œItâ€™s okay. I trust you. I don't have AIDS, and I know you don't.â€ 
Maybe not, but I was POZ. I had to say something. 
â€œShhh!â€ He slid down on my ass. The sensation of my oiled dick gliding into his ass was incredible. I let out an impassioned moan. Soon he was
riding me roughshod, slamming all the way down to my balls. The last of my resistance dissipated. I grabbed his hips and started screwing like a machine.

â€œI'm gonna shoot!â€ 
â€œBreed me, baby. I want your seed.â€ 
I shot a huge load of poison jizz up his ass. It was too sweet, too intense. We came down from that fucking high, and fell asleep. 
I awoke in the middle of the night freaked out by what Iâ€™d done. I may have pozzed that beautiful man. I started to cry. 
My cock was rock hard. I thought about our AIDS fuck again. My shaft jerked. So that was it. Fucking poz was erotic to me. 
Joseph rolled over and woke up. I gasped when he grabbed my dick beneath the sheets. Without a word he pushed them back and mounted my pole. I fucked
him 3 more times, each time more passionately than the last, each time shooting a poz load up his ass. It didnâ€™t bother me, since I figured it was already
too late. After all, hadnâ€™t he practically begged for it? 
I fucked him bareback for almost a year, two, three, four times a week. On a hundred occasions. Grinding my seed into him. I studied up on HIV, and let my
nails grow. I fingerfucked him till he yelled. I guess he put up with me cause he loved dick so much. 
We didn't really start to date, but got kind of intense, at least on my part. I eventually fell in love with him just as he was falling in love with
somebody else. He dumped me in the worst possible way, like: â€œGoodbye. I donâ€™t want to see you again.â€ No explanation. I found out from friends that
he had taken a lover, also Spanish, and that they were incredibly serious and planning on moving to Spain. 
A week before his departure, I called Josephâ€™s number. As I hoped, the boyfriend answered. 
â€œIâ€™m an old friend of Joseph.â€ 
â€œYes, Josephâ€™s mentioned you.â€ 
â€œNot sure how to say thisâ€¦. Did Joseph tell you he might be poz?â€ 
â€œPoz? No! What makes you thinkâ€¦â€ 
â€œI guess Joseph may not even be aware. You know Joseph and I had quite a relationship before he met you. For almost a year. I just found out I got AIDS.

From what the doc says, Iâ€™ve probably had it for quite some time. Probably during the time Joseph and I were, well, fucking. I donâ€™t know who else I

could have got it from. I think you both ought to get tested.â€ 
â€œYou say you just found out?â€ 
â€œJust got my tests back Friday.â€ 
â€œIâ€™ll definitely talk to Joseph about this.â€ 
â€œSorry.â€

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JOSH, TIMMY, AND ME
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For over a year now Josh and I have been lovers, Originally we gravitated toward each other like two peas in a pod. He made me realize that, unlike my best friend, Tim, I was a natural Queer—and a Queen at that. <o:p></o:p>
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In fact, Josh was my mentor. It was he who first turned me on to the wonderful world of bareback sex—all across this great country of ours. He also brought me face to face with the nether world of HIV and AIDS.<o:p></o:p>
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I was well aware that Josh must have been around the block a few times. I presumed he'd been intimate with quite a few men—to have grown so wise at such an early age while most of his peers were still wet behind the ears. And like a sponge I sopped it all up—the Good, the Bad, and the Diseased. <o:p></o:p>
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What Josh did not disclose, initially, at least, was that this wise and trusted counselor was POZ. His lame excuse was he didn't want to burden me with some sorry series of events which might or might not occur a decade hence. But in no way did my ignorance alleviate my susceptibility, i.e, sure as hell, the BUG came home to roost. <o:p></o:p>
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Sometimes, when I'm popping my Meds, I admire my buddy, Tim, who had the good sense to bow out before I could do him harm. Make no mistake about it—Timmy was Bi alright; but, after he found out I'd seroconverted, he swore off all things Gay—INCLUDING ME. That was a little hard to take. We'd been friends since the fifth grade. We did everything together. We slept over almost every weekend, at his house or at mine—and shared whatever porno mags we could scrounge up. Tim had even introduced me to the manly art of whacking off. <o:p></o:p>
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From the beginning I wanted to suck his Dick; but he, the straighter of the two of us, was uncomfortable with that. One afternoon I grew adamant; and after that, I thought for sure our friendship was kaput. But Tim's raging hormones got the best of him, and he kept cuming back for more. You can bet I never let him down. <o:p></o:p>
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Alas, afterwards he always swore "NEVER AGAIN!" But, inevitably, he got hard again; and I was always there to succor him. <o:p></o:p>
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We made out in his garage. A threadbare sofa covered with a worn old afghan throw served as our makeshift bed. One thing led to another, and I wanted to get fucked. I began to hint that there might be something more than just barebones oral sex. <o:p></o:p>
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One night, while Tim was up at the house scrounging up some old Playboys, I squeezed a whole tube of KY up my Butt, then stripped and waited in the dark. When Tim got back, I scooped a gob from between my legs and massaged it on his Cock. He took the hint.<o:p></o:p>
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Thankfully, he wasn't very large--maybe six inches, thin. Next thing I knew his Dick eased up my Hole—not far—but feeling three times fatter than it really was. I begged him to ease up; but the pain did not abate, and I doubted gettin' fucked would turn out to be that great. <o:p></o:p>
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But by then my Virgin Cunt and his Terror of a Teenage Cock were hell-bent on a collision course. He fucked me slowly; and I began to moan and pushed back to meet his Meat. <o:p></o:p>
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"Feels fuckin' good," he conceded halfheartedly, his enthusiasm dampened by his warped belief that nothing good could cum of sex like ours. <o:p></o:p>
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Nonetheless I purposefully taunted him, using my Ass Muscles to titillate his slimy dick. He responded—pumping faster, deeper. For me it was a strange amalgamum of pain and pleasure as his Dick grew ever thicker up my Ass. I knew he was close, and wanted more than anything to feel his hot Slime penetrate my Cunt. <o:p></o:p>
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But when he started shooting, slamming in and out, the pain nearly bowled me off my feet. Heeding only the insatiable tingling in his Balls, and oblivious to my disgruntlement, he plowed in arduously, spewing Wad after Wad of Oversexed Teen Seed up my Virgin Cunt. By then he was gliding home on a carpet of his own Spooge and slowed only as he ejaculated his last few drops of Jizz. I'd been jacking my own Cock and shot my Creamy Brew all over the ancient throw. When he pulled out, his hot NEG Spooge ran down my NEG Ass Crack. <o:p></o:p>
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We were standing there breathless when we heard a voice beyond the pale. It was Tim's neighbor, Josh, who wanted in. <o:p></o:p>
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Tim was apoplectic, and I saw why. There was a quarter size knot hole in the boarded up window from beyond which the voice came. His neighbor could have witnessed the whole thing. It was after midnight, and Tim didn't want his parents coming out to see what the ruckus was. <o:p></o:p>
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We stood there naked, hoping the pest would go away; but he started pounding on the door. Afraid of wakening his slumbering parents, Tim stumbled to the door and opened it. <o:p></o:p>
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We knew right away we were in deep shit. Josh sashayed in, grinning ear to ear, spewing poppycock about how love is blind. He must have spied on us before, because he knew I always did the sucking—not the other way around. Tim looked forlorn as Josh ranted on about "love birds like youse." I thought Tim was gonna puke.<o:p></o:p>
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When Josh started carrying on about how I turned him on, I knew where he was cuming from and cut abruptly to the chase. <o:p></o:p>
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I told Tim to go to the house and make sure his folks were still asleep, and I'd catch up with him after I had "a little talk" with Josh. Relieved, he pounced on my pro-offered out, never looking back. With a swaggering bravado I didn't feel, I locked us in. <o:p></o:p>
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The Fag had already untied his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and dropped his pants—and sat on the sofa, nude, but for his piss-stained briefs. An intriguing bulge protruded beneath his fly, and he sat there brazenly caressing it. <o:p></o:p>
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"How often does Timmy fuck your Ass?" <o:p></o:p>
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I told him this had been the first time ever. I'm not sure that he bought into that, but he seemed emboldened nonetheless. He told me to undress and dropped his soiled briefs upon the floor. <o:p></o:p>
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"Aw, cumon! Don't look so glum. I'm not forcing you or anything. Someday you're gonna thank me for tonight."<o:p></o:p>
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Resigned to sacrificing myself for Timmy's ass (or so I rationalized), I played the game. As I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants, I was aware the Queer was ogling me. He grasped my hands and dragged me over in front of him, and wrapped his arms about my waist. <o:p></o:p>
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He was actually trembling as his digits explored my Hole. "I know you want it." He pushed me down. "Suck it!" <o:p></o:p>
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I responded noncommittally. <o:p></o:p>
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Tim's Cock was cut and always smelled, well, almost perfumed. The first thing I noticed about Josh was his musky, unwashed smell. His Dick was short and fat and had a heavy roll of foreskin covering the head. He was a light-skinned Mexican, but his straining blood-filled Cock ranged from almost black down towards the base to blue-purple at the Slit. His Nuts were huge and hung down between his legs like two cue balls in a hairy, silken pouch. I reached up and touched them, and they were fiery hot! <o:p></o:p>
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"SUCK ME, BABY!" he repeated as he peeled the foreskin back. A telltale wad of crystal Precum glimmered on the tip. <o:p></o:p>
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Experimentally I licked it off and took him in my mouth. Hmmmm! Delectable! So glycerin and sweet! His beer can girth was way wider than Tim’s, but I kept working him down my throat. <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh you suck like a Little Bitch!" His nerdy hands urged me to take him all. My gag reflex kicked in. <o:p></o:p>
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"SUCK ME, LITTLE BITCH!" <o:p></o:p>
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I got turned on. <o:p></o:p>
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"GET ME HARD SO I CAN FUCK YOUR ASS!" <o:p></o:p>
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His vile talk, his huge Balls, and the manly scents emanating from his groin got the best of me. I didn't quibble when he pulled out and demanded I bend over the couch. Tim's Cock, thin as it was, had proven almost been too much for me. The overall experience had been an curious amalgam of pleasure and pain—and Josh was just as long—but twice the girth! But it wasn't pain I anticipated as Josh threatened to fuck my Hole. Hot damn! I wanted it! I glanced back and saw his rigid Pole aimed provocatively at my Cunt. Additional jewels of scintillating PreCum shivered impatiently on his Slit. <o:p></o:p>
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"Bet I slide in real easy, Boy." <o:p></o:p>
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 Without warning, he twisted me about face up, then pushed me down till my horny lips just inches from his drooling Cock. Then climbing over me, he lifted my dangling calves to his broad shoulders and....<o:p></o:p>
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"And this is how I fuck a Little Bitch!" <o:p></o:p>
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Everything was different that go-round. Tim had never manhandled me, though I often wished he had. Always the gentleman, our sex verged on parody, with me worried about pleasing him and he concerned with causing me pain and the guilt he knew would beset him later on. Timmy had entered me very cautiously, though at my own behest. In all the afternoons and nights in his garage, he'd never once touched my Cock, and always told me when he was gonna cum so I could spit it out—which I never did. And afterwards he'd pay the price. It was the man-man thing that bothered him, and he couldn't help himself. So self-doubt was his cross to bear. I, for my part, wanted sex to be good for both of us; and if it wasn't, I blamed myself.<o:p></o:p>
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But Josh was a man on a mission, and that mission was to breed my Ass! His hands were all over me, stimulating, tweaking. A steady stream of bile spewed forth from his lips. I was his "Bitch," his "Pussyboy;" and he was gonna "breed me hard and deep!'" <o:p></o:p>
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Yeah, it was only the second Fuck of my entire life—my first real one, at that—and a part of me was scared to death, But another part was SO TURNED ON! His Cock Head pressed against my Hole, and it felt so big and hard. He teased it up and down my Ass Crack, spreading his Toxic Venom on my skin.<o:p></o:p>
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"You want it, doncha, Lover Boy?" <o:p></o:p>
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YES, I WANTED IT! My heart was racing. He stopped feeling me up and pushed on in. He wasn't gentle and didn't go slow. I don't think he even stopped till he was halfway in. The pain was horrendous, and I tried to ward him off. But he had the leverage, experience, and resolve. He was ripping me apart!<o:p></o:p>
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"Your Pussy is so fuckin' tight and hot and full a Cum! I gotta personally thank Timmy for that. OK with you?" <o:p></o:p>
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"Cut the crap and get this over with!" <o:p></o:p>
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Obliviously, he rambled on. "I can tell him you're my Bitch now?" <o:p></o:p>
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As obsessed as I was with the unfamiliar fullness up my Ass, and in no mood to play his diabolical little game, I uttered no response. <o:p></o:p>
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He moaned and plowed in deeper. I said a silent prayer of thanks that I had Timmy's Cum in me—which made an otherwise impossible situation bearable. After all, it was only the second fuck of my entire life.<o:p></o:p>
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Josh was already in way deeper than Tim had been, and it felt like he was gettin' off nonstop. But before I knew it, I was pumpin' back! In a strange, masochistic sort of way, it felt so good! He started pounding me harder, his hairy Balls bouncing off my Butt. At last, when I was totally impaled, he bent down to kiss me and his big Dick spasmed. <o:p></o:p>
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"YOU WANT IT UP YER PUSSY. DONCHA, BOY?" <o:p></o:p>
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I suppose, because he was POZ—my acquiescence was crucial to absolving him of any nefarious intent. After all, if the boy (i.e. me) volunteered to play the game, how could he be oblivious to the possibility of STDs? And didn't the promiscuous little Manslut have it cuming anyway? <o:p></o:p>
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In retrospect I'm sure he had a helluva lot more in mind than just spoogin' up my Cunt. I think he was counting on his parasite piggybacking up my Butt. <o:p></o:p>
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I almost panicked when he made like pulling out. <o:p></o:p>
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"Tim can fuck you if you want, but from now on you're my Pussy Boy. Agreed?" <o:p></o:p>
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I totally caved, whereupon, he viciously plowed back in, devoid of any sentiment except PURE UNADULTERATED LUST. <o:p></o:p>
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"YOU NEED IT BAD, DONCHA, BOY?"<o:p></o:p>
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Again, the need for confirmation of my complicity—and I gave him what he craved. Who was kidding whom? For guys like us, HIV is almost a birthright. Confident that that I was mere putty in his hands, his blatant disregard for my sore Hole was almost ludicrous as he plowed in and out.<o:p></o:p>
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"You fuckin' Pussy! Your Cunt's so fuckin' tight! I'm gonna bust your Butt! You can always pass it on to Timmy, if you wish!"<o:p></o:p>
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But I didn't wish. At that point, during only the second Fuck of my career, seroconversion was the furthest thing from my mind, let alone POZZING Timmy boy. No! It took me several years of bareback sex before I began to think along those lines. <o:p></o:p>
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Meanwhile, he plowed into me like there was no tomorrow, and the baritone venom that spewed forth from between his purple lips grew ever fouler as he got close. Josh was indeed the ideal mentor for a naive and, as of yet, uninoculated novice like me. <o:p></o:p>
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For my part, I careened between peaks and valleys of pain and pleasure. Yet both of us were close. Soon his diseased Nut filled my gut to overflowing. His Bug-laden Jizm infiltrated my willing Pussy, which had relaxed to welcome everything he had to offer, as he glided in and out.<o:p></o:p>
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AND LO AND BEHOLD, THE PAIN WAS GONE!<o:p></o:p>
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At last the jerking and spasming of his twitching Cock diminished, and he pulled out with a satisfied wet plunk. His hot Poison Spunk dribbled from my butchered Cunt, and soon pink creamy gobs contaminated by my Mancunt blood, blushed rosy on the concrete floor. <o:p></o:p>
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Josh made the final overture. “A good Pussy Boy always cleans up his mess." <o:p></o:p>
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He shoved his shriveled cum-coated Cock against my ever ready lips. Large lumpy wads of Poison Seed adhered to his Dick, and a thick ooze of Toxic Brew dribbled two inches down his foreskin toward my parted lips.<o:p></o:p>
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Grateful for the second opportunity, I greedily engulfed that monstrous Tool, sucking his Toxic Manshaft clean. I had already fallen victim to that sick, obsessive state where I just couldn't get enough.<o:p></o:p>
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Afterwards, as I lay on the sofa sore and drained, he dressed, demanding we meet again that night.<o:p></o:p>
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"Wouldn't miss it for the world." <o:p></o:p>
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"I know you wouldn't. You can still service Timmy if you wish. Just keep in mind you're my Boy now."<o:p></o:p>
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I nodded in the affirmative. `<o:p></o:p>
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After he left, Tim, who had been watching from the house, came in, looking for all the world devastated by his cowardice. Little did he know I'd been transformed. <o:p></o:p>
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Nonetheless I cried and wept and carried on like I'd just been raped—and sheepishly he embraced me, and we cuddled—and, for the first time ever—he kissed me on the lips. I not so subtly telegraphed there was only one way he could make it up to me; and, for the second time that night, he fucked my needy Ass. <o:p></o:p>
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Actually he didn't require much persuasion. I do believe he was growing fond of it. But the deed was done—my seroconversion was underway, and Timmy, habitually a day late and a dollar short, would have to settle for sloppy seconds ever on. <o:p></o:p>
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Not realizing he was dipping his wick in a polluted cesspool of POZ CUM—like the kind and empathetic friend he was—he slid right in--on a blanket of Josh's POISON JIZZ. <o:p></o:p>
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Who ever said that computers lead to lame Cybersex? My own POZ Cock was dripping, thinking about burying its Toxic Load in a NEG HOLE 2,000 miles away. 
We met on AOL, that most vanilla of services. His profile was tame, but he zeroed in on my more earthy vignette. Our first encounter was a result of
business trip to our nationâ€™s capitol. Business took me there, but his hungry Hole brought me back again and again. 
That first fling was a quick rump-pumpingâ€”a harbinger of things to Cum. Not enough time to spew multiple loads into every nook and cranny of his pretty
Round Buttâ€”it was 4 agonizingly long weeks before I had a chance to breed that sweet Manhole again. 
Like the native animals that live in the desert here in Arizona, one learns to conserve oneâ€™s most precious body fluids, such as 
Charged Cum. His playground, on the other hand, was Washington, DC, where Bottoms are a dime a dozen and good Tops are hard to find. Exactly
1,958 miles separated my dripping Pole from his pouting Ass Lips. Weâ€™d made an Pact, a Cum Oath, that for one week, I was to abstain from local
ManPussy; and he, likewise, would keep CUMFREE for seven sexually-deprived days. 
I thought I would blow after the third day. It would have been so easy to find some local ManNooky and keep him to myself. But I wanted to experience the
Cum Starvation so prevalent among sailors and priests, at least some of them. Iâ€™d heard of Blue Balls; but by Day Three, my Nuts had turned the hue of
pink-magenta. 
I thought I was gonna explode after Day Four, but knew what lay ahead in a sleazy motel room in suburban DC. As I boarded the plane in Phoenix, my Hard-On
was all too obvious to the woman in the seat next to me. If only sheâ€™d known my Load was intended for a Chute much tighter than her slimy Pussy.

The baggage and rental car lines took an eternity. Once mobile, I sped to the motel to prepare for our encounter. He was still at work, so I set the
stage. A few bottles of Poppers and some leather goods were all I needed. I left to get some dinner. When I returned, I saw his work clothes strewn about.

The room was illuminated by a yellow sodium glow through the crack in the curtains. My sixth sense sprang into action as I inhaled deeply of the heady

scent of male sexual need. The Cock in my drawers snaked upward toward my waistband. My noxious Pole was about to be unleashed. 
There was my POZ-hungry Cum Slut just as I remembered himâ€”naked, face down on the bed, sweet Ass Cheeks exposed and
vulnerable. I mounted him quickly. No need for Lubeâ€”thatâ€™s what Precum is for. I ate his Hole, as he moaned quietly. 
His Sphincter sucked my Dick into his unfathomable morass. That Cum Hole wouldnâ€™t let go. This could be the POZZING.
 The Poppers buoyed me to Cloud Nine. I was gonna breed this CumSlut like heâ€™d never been bred before. 
After nearly an hour of nasty and sweaty rump-pumping, I decided to give the Cum Whore his due. My thrusts became harder and deeper. Not a single drop of
Charged Jism escaped his wanton ManCunt. Each of my POZ Spermatozoa had â€œNEG WHOREâ€ written all over it. I wanted to plow him so deeply that my Seed infiltrated his Bloodstream. 
The floodgates opened. Gobs of hot, stringy Spooge flooded every Crack and Crevice of his Ass Walls. My clammy chest clung to his sweaty back. My Cock
spasmed again and again. That was the 1st of 5 Charged Loads I delivered that visit.

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I was in Florida visiting friends. It was Friday, and my buddy suggested we hit the Trax. Iâ€™d been there before, and thoroughly enjoyed it. 

The place was packed. My friends and I started cruising. I ordered a beer and was standing at the bar when this big guy, whom Iâ€™ll refer to as my
Benefactor, walked up and grabbed my ass. 

He was damn near perfect, 6â€™ 4â€, buzz cut, goatee, thirties, not resembling your typical pretty boy, built more like a cop or Marine. Just the type Iâ€™m
into. He was organizing a poz party and wanted me to attend. When I told him I was neg, he said Iâ€™d find it interesting and ordered us another round. 

He called over his associates to introduce them. He told me theyâ€™d been poz between 2 and 14 years, he being the 14. In his book, seniority didnâ€™t
mean age, but years since conversion. For instance, he said, if I were to convert that night, Iâ€™d have the least seniority and be low man on the totem
pole. At the time I didnâ€™t have an inkling what he was talking about. 

The guys were getting playful; and at the Trax that meant cocks were cuming out and asses being probed, including mine. My Benefactorâ€™s associates had
gleaming, precum-oozing, throbbing rods; and he himself, a big fat prince albert--just what I like up my ass. 

The associates did some exploration, and I was the hole that got drilled. We were standing at the rear of the bar. One of the guys surreptitiously pulled
down my shorts, pulled out his dick, and fucked me, albeit briefly. Within minutes, I had 4 cocks in and out of me. My Benefactor suggested that was a
sample of things to cum and asked me if I wanted to party. I said I was no slouch. 

I told my buddies I was heading out for a while, and we walked around the corner to the Benefactorâ€™s apartment. He was obviously the man in charge and a
gentleman, insisting his associates take a crack at my ass before he did. So each of them took a turn--just a mild fuck, maybe 5 minutes each, but my hole
got a good 20 minute workout. 

Next thing I knew, one of the guys fed me a big hit of poppers and began to pound my ass relentlessly. Not surprisingly he shot his load rather quickly.
Number-2 shoved it in me and worked Number-1â€™s cum to a froth. After about 10 minutes, he deposited his own jizz. Number-3 took longer, worked the other
loads deeper into me, before adding his own poz seed to the mix, in an extremely vocal orgasm. 

The Benefactor fingered my ass and was decidedly pleased with the gifting. With one powerful thrust, he plowed his own baseball bat of a cock into me,
working my hole with long cum-covered thrusts. A few minutes he later shot this magnum load. 

I could feel the manjuice in me, that warm, well-fucked feeling that is so awesome to the newly bred. Each of the dudes kissed me as their jizz leaked out
of my overwhelmed ass. I thought we were done for the evening, but the 4 guys had a different idea. Within minutes each of them mounted me again and
planted another load. 

Iâ€™d been fucked nonstop for 2 hours. Finally they let me cum. Each of them lapped up some of my jizz, consuming no more than a lick, so as to leave some
for the others. Kind of a souvenir, I suppose, of the last neg load Iâ€™d ever shoot. When it came my Benefactorâ€™s turn, he shoved a large butt plug up
my sore ass to keep their jizz in. 

The 3 dudes headed out to another bar; and my Benefactor and I walked back to the Trax. He insisted I wear the butt plug till we got there. 

Heâ€™d been arranging poz parties for the last 6 months. He owed his success to a very simple formula--assembling 4 to 6 poz tops, or associates, to breed a
single neg bottom. So far heâ€™d had no failures and a 100% conversion rate. 

When we arrived at the Trax, I excused myself to remove the butt plug. By the time I came back to the bar, heâ€™d hustled up 3 more poz loads, acquaintances
or associates. He introduced us, and we went outside to the alley. 

When we re-entered the bar, it was closing. My buddy approached us and said it was time to go. A nudge to my knee told me my Benefactor wanted to meet him,
so I made hasty introductions. 

Facing away from my buddy, the Benefactor mouthed â€œneg?â€. I nodded I thought so. Smiling, my Benefactor said he hoped I became a permanent part of the
team. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I wandered off to join my other pals, while my buddy and the Benefactor embarked on a private
conversation. They must have had a lot to talk about, because they huddled together for 15 minutes. We were the last ones to leave the bar. 

On the drive back I wonderedâ€¦had this been a setup? Had my pozzing been solely the Benefactorâ€™s work? Or had my buddies been in on the deal?
Fascinating speculation, but it really didnâ€™t matter.

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 *******************************************************PROLOGUE****************************************************** 
May 22nd, 1998â€”a day which will live in Infamy. I will never forget it! Memorial Day weekend. I had just came off a stint in the ER and had 3 days
off. I had 85 hours until I had to be in uniform again. I headed to a bar to meet Bill. 
Bill was a nice guy, handsome, but just a friend. I knew he was Gay from the many passes heâ€™d made at me. I always turned him down. I was a soldier, and
Gay Sex was verboten. 
I know it bothered him that I kept saying â€œNO,â€ but I was not about to jeopardize my military career. I found him at our
usual table. He had already bought me a drink and was waiting for me. He asked how long Iâ€™d be off work. I gave him the exact hours and minutes till I
had to be back in hell. He glanced at his watch and chuckled. He asked my plans. 

â€œGonna get drunk tonight and explore San Francisco the rest of the weekend.

"Not meating anyone?" 
"Nope. This is my personal quality time."
Bill smiled. â€œRight on." 
I sipped the Beam and Coke. 
"Ever take raw Cock up the Ass, Jack?" 
"Nope! Hope to someday, thoughâ€¦when I get out.â€ 
"Ever been fucked at all, Jack?" 
"Nope.â€ 
"So your Ass is still virgin then?" 
"You might say that, Bill.â€ I grew ill at ease with direction our conversation was taking and gulped down the rest of my
drink. Bill, sensing my discomfiture, changed the subject to Leather. I had some interest in it; though Iâ€™d never bought any Leather gear. I had read
about it, was familiar with the terminology, and knew Bill was into it big time. Suddenly I felt a little warm and woozy. Bill looked at me concerned. 
"You OK?" 
I nodded. â€œJust need a little fresh air.â€ 
We went outside and the wooziness got worse. I lit a cigarette. Bill was talking to me, but not in words. His voice was a deep drone. Woozy turned to
dizzy, and I couldn't get the cigarette to my lips. I looked at Bill and then blanked outâ€”nothing but black. When I awoke all I could see was a bright
white light. 
"Oh shit! Iâ€™m dead!" Slowly I regained consciousness and noticed that the light was coming from a single spotlight. Out
of the darkness came Billâ€™s voice. 
"The drug was timed, Pig! You should have never told me â€˜No,â€™ Pig!" 
The bright light went off, and on came a black light. I wanted to give Bill the cussinâ€™ of his life, but could not speak. There was a Ball Gag in my
mouth. I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were bound. My eyes became accustomed to the gloom, and I looked around. I was in a Sling, totally naked,
with limbs in leather restraints secured by chains. 
I saw 20 men, nude, and sporting hardons, getting sucked. They were dressed in Masters' Harnesses and Executioner Masks. At their feet were a dozen slaves
wearing Leather Collarsâ€”the ones doing the sucking. 
A man in red leather pants, black shiny Jack Boots, a gold Master's Harness, and an Executioner's Mask was in charge. 
IT WAS BILL! 
He walked over to a large freezer and extracted what looked like a red Condom. 
"You will be a great Cum Pig Slave, a prized possession. This facilitates your Conversionâ€”this Insemination! Don't worry. Your
Ass is clean. You can thank your fellow Slaves for that." 
He took out of the Rubber what appeared to be a piece of white ice and shoved it up my Rectum. I flailed in protest and tried to scream, to no
avail. A very large man walked up and began to pound his hard Shaft on my shriveled Balls. The Pigs or Slaves surrounded me. Their Masters crowded in
behind them. In unison they bowed. Bill turned on some throbbing music, a couple of strobe lights, and bellowed for the Party to begin. 
The Masters shoved their Cocks into their Pigs and fucked them. I looked down in trepidation. A lone Master without a Slave shoved his bare Dick into my
Pussy hard and deep. The pain took my breath away. I could feel my Mancunt getting torn up inside. 
"This Ass was cherry. I just popped it!" he averred, and pounded me as hard and deep as he could. 
I was filled with agony and dread. Tears streamed down my face as desperately I tried to extricate myselfâ€”bucking this way and that, but I was trapped.
My bellicosity excited the huge Gunner all the more. His Dick began to swell. I knew what was cumming. He grunted and blasted a huge Load up my Ass! 
"I just knocked-up this Pig. Iâ€™ve bred him!" he bayed at the top of his lungs. 
The Master/Daddy still had his Cock in me. Bill came over and lowered the head end of the sling. "We donâ€™t want to lose a drop of
that hot Jizm. Do we, Jack?" 
The Daddy pulled out. "Welcome to the Family, Pig." 
What the Hell did he mean by that? What Family? Another Master shoved his slimy Cock deep into my bruised and cum-filled Hole. He pumped only a few hard
strokes before he, too, blew his Load and flooded my insides with more raw Spooge. 
The Master/Daddies fucked the Slaves, and then used me as their Receptacle. Each of them filled my Hole with hot thick Cum. After they blew, each of them
would holler, â€œNEXT!" The Pig-Slaves gave me a Cum-Bath. Load after Loadâ€”in meâ€”on me. It seemed nonstop. 
I noticed that Bill never got undressed; and that after some of the Masters spooged in me, they would leave, and new Masters would cum in. My Ass hurt so
bad, and I could tell from the blood on the Dicks emerging from my Pussy that Iâ€™d been traumatized. I lost track of the Loads in me. I drifted in and
out of consciousness. 
When the Masters needed to piss, they did so on me. It was warm and erotic which only made me feel worse. I didnâ€™t want to enjoy this. At times the
frenzy of fucking would die down; but that only meant the current Master would fuck me long and hard. Then there was the occasional argument over who would
breed me next, and two would double-fuck me. My Cunt was constantly overflowing with raw Spooge. Finally, I blacked outâ€”for good! 
When I awoke, my arms and legs were free. I was still nakedâ€”Cum and Piss all over me. I was so weak and sore, it hurt to move. I gingerly reached down
and massaged my Hole. Pink Cum meant only one thing. My Anus was stretched, a gaping Hole that wouldnâ€™t soon shrink back to a normal size, if ever. I
knew my Chute was saturated with raw Manseed. The Gag was gone, and I began to sob. 
Bill came down the stairs, helped me out of the Sling and to the shower. He got me something to eat and drink and brought me my clothes. I cleaned up and
went upstairs to talk to him. 
"Why, Bill? Why?" 
"A Gay man needs to be himself. What you were doing was wrong, and you needed to be taught a lesson." 
 â€œAnd what you and your goons did was right?â€ 
He shrugged. â€œWe had no other choice.â€ 
On the wall was a blackboard, my name on it, and beside it maybe 100 hash-marks, representing, I supposed, the number of Loads I had taken. 
"Bill, you never fucked me." 
"No, Jack. I was the Host. Besides, I am NEG." 
"YOUâ€™RE WHAT!?" 
"I am NEG, Jack. Every drop of Cum you took was POZ." 
Chills ran down my spine. 
"Why, Bill? Why?â€ I asked incredulously. 
He smirked. "Now youâ€™re totally free, Jack. Now you can be a fucking Stud. No more restrictions." 
"But youâ€™re still NEG." 
Bill drummed his fingers on the table. â€œA small sacrifice on my part for the benefit of Faggots like yourself. And Iâ€™m afraid I
will be for a long time, Jackie Boy. I am the Master and no one fucks me." 
I vowed to change all that. 


AFTERMATH*****************************************************

 
I am a soldier, a medic; and I am patient. I went to my barracks, cleaned up, got into uniform, and reported to the Clinic. 
That afternoon in the ER, an opportunity presented itself. One of our AIDS patients came in with a wound that needed sutured.

While cleaning up, I stuck myself with a (clean) needle and made the proper reports. That allowed me to retain military benefits should I get sick. 

The next evening I headed to the bar, and Bill was there. 
"Feeling better, Pig?" 
"Iâ€™m nobody's Pig, Bill." 
"Well, you are now. Howâ€™s it feel to be free?" 
"Numb," I replied, all the while thinking, â€œYouâ€™re gonna get yours, Cocksucker!â€

"When you get the news, Jack, I want to be the first to know. Stop over at my place and weâ€™ll discuss your future."

 â€œPresumptuous SOB.â€ 
Two weeks later, I caught the flu, and gave it no heed. My birthday came and went. On August 28, 1998 (that date is burned into my brain forever), I
was called to my Commander's Office. 
"There is no easy way to tell you this," the Colonel said. â€œChief, you are HIV Positive." 
I about lost itâ€”one of several stellar performances that year. He gave me a 3 day pass. I went to my room, got into my civvies, and headed for Bill's
house. He invited me in. He was wearing a robe and drinking a beer. I told him I was POZ. 
A self-satisfied, self-congratulatory smirk graced his ugly countenance. Always the consummate host, he inquired, "Want a drink?"

"Yes, please. A beer will do fine." 
He went to the frig. I took a pouch out of my jacketâ€”four milligrams of Xanax that I had ground up for the occasion. It is tasteless, odorless, and
dissolves quickly. It is extremely fast-acting in alcohol. I shook the powder in his beer. Bill handed me a glass and bottle and we chatted. He guzzled
his drink, while I sipped mine. Before long the Mickey took effect. His lashes fluttered, and his head lolled forward. 
I took my time and explored the house. Down in the basement was the Dungeon where Iâ€˜d been bred; and in the back, his Office. There I found the â
€œDiary of the Dungeon.â€ I read it all, where the toys are, and what theyâ€™re for. 
I learned how he planned my rape and who he had arranged to rape me. The Diary recorded that I had taken 97 POZ Loads in 3
days (32-1/3 Loads/Day). I even perused the breakdown of Loads per Master/Daddy. 
I half-dragged, half-carried Bill downstairs, undressed him, douched him (extremely messy for a Novice), and tied him in the Sling. I woke him up by
pissing in his face. 
"Wake up, you Pig!" 
I recall the look of terror on his face. He tried to yell, but guess where the Ball Gag was. 
"Sorry, Billy Boy. Payback is such a Bitch. And guess what, you Pig? It's Payback Time!" 
I walked over to the freezer and opened it. There were four rows of red Condoms and one row of blue ones. Red stood for POZ or â
€œDevil's Dick.â€ I showed him the two Iâ€™d selected, and shoved them in him. I lowered his head and said, "Your
turn." 
I shoved my rigid Dick in him hard as I could. On a scale of 1-10, he yelped a 9, considering the Gag. I could see his Blood streak down my Cock as I
plowed his Hole. He wasnâ€™t kiddingâ€”he was so tight since he hadnâ€™t been fucked for an eternity. I pounded his NEG
Pussy long and hard, penetrating ever deeper. More than anything, I wanted It to take!
"HERE YOU GO, PIG. HEREâ€™S YOUR PAYBACK!" 
I blasted a huge POZ Load deep up Bill's formerly NEG Ass. I looked down and saw that Iâ€™d hit
his sweet spot and heâ€™d blown his Load without touching his Rod. The look on his face was one of ecstasy with tears. 
â€œAs the saying goes, Billy Boy, this hurts me more than it hurts you.â€ 
Fueled more by revenge than sexual appetite, I POZ-CREAMED him six times that night; and then stuck a Butt Plug up his
Ass. I left him there and went upstairs to eat his food and sleep. 
The next morning, I started it all over again. I pulled out the Butt Plug, gave him another red Devil's Dick, and
pounded him again, filling him full of my Poison Jizz. For two and a half hours I plowed his Ass. Finally, I unbound him,
helped him upstairs, and cleaned him up. 
He sobbed and sobbed. 


EPILOGUE*******************************************************

 
Over the next several months, Bill and I chatted oftenâ€”just conversationâ€”nothing deep or intimate or serious. One Friday night, when I encountered him,
he invited me back to his place. I didn't sense any trouble or threat, so I agreed. 
When we got there, he undressed and urged me to do the same. 
"Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. On the contrary, this is an auspicious occasion.â€ 
I was not fearful, merely curious. Iâ€™d gotten the best of Bill, and I assumed it was forever. As he traversed the basement stairs, he enjoined me,
"When the door opens, come down and stand on the red square. You wonâ€™t regret it." 
Five minutes later the door opened, and I descended. A single bright light illuminated the only red tile. The bright light was quickly switched off, and a
black light came on. 
When my eyes adjusted, I saw all the guys whoâ€™d raped me. They were wearing leather pants, bicep bands, Masters' Harnesses, and shiny Jack Boots. Next to
me stood Bill in his red leather pants, Master's Harness, and Jack Boots. 
"In our world, we start out as Cum Pig Slaves and work our way
up to Master. But there exists one among us who has proven himself to be not only
a Master; but a Master's Master.
This person shall never be referred to as Pig again,
but Sir from all of us.â€œ 
The Pig Slaves came up to me. They dressed me in tight black leather pants with a blue stripe along each leg seam, tall soft leather Jack Boots, and a blue
and black 3" bicep band. 
Bill told them the story of my revenge, adding, "I got my results back today. Jack is my POZ Daddy."
 He then reached in a box and pulled out a gold Master's Harness with a black onyx
in the center. Inscribed on it were the letters "LS." He put it on me. 
"Jack is no more. I present to you LEATHER SOLDIER!" 

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Part 1: Letting Go <o:p></o:p>

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Till now I haven't posted much cause I hadn't done anything worth posting. I stayed home, cooked and cleaned, while Boyfriend went to work. I didn't fuck around. But then I came across this website and got antsy. Yeah—my Cock began to twitch.<o:p></o:p>
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I never thought I'd cheat on him. It was only a fantasy thing. I never thought I'd go through with it. My Boyfriend and I were monogamous. We'd both tested NEG. Okay, I confess. Because of me, we're not monogamous anymore, and maybe no longer NEG.<o:p></o:p>
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I found this guy's ad on Bareback Sex. At first what caught my eye was his proximity. Just 3 blocks away. And Asian, too! I've always had a thing for Orientals. And judging from his pic, a hot Dude, too! I'm sure I'm not the first bored housewife to be swayed by a pretty face.<o:p></o:p>
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I figured I'd just run over there for half an hour. A little nooky on the side—Nothing Unsafe. I'd take a Condom. Anything to get these fuckin' fantasies outta my head. <o:p></o:p>
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My BF and I have been together for two years. During that time, I hadn't had sex with any other guy. Monogamy is not all it's cracked up to be. A lot of married guys will tell you that. The only thing monogamy has to offer is security—a false sense of security at that. How I salivated for another Cock between my Lips—another Dick to stretch my Pussy. I guess psychologically I stopped being monogamous long ago.<o:p></o:p>
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So I im'd the Dude. Five minutes later he im'd me back. I was so aroused I couldn't think straight. I was out of the door a minute later. I didn't even leave Lover Boy a note. I almost sprinted over there.<o:p></o:p>
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He was even hotter than I imagined. He lived with two other guys, but they weren't home. We made small talk. He told me about himself. Half Chinese, half Filipino. He liked volleyball. He unzipped his pants and started playing with himself. I got on my knees and pulled down his shorts.<o:p></o:p>
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I didn't feel guilty. I knew we'd get it off in a few minutes. I'd flush both the Condom and my indiscretion down the drain. Boyfriend would never be the wiser. I deep-throated him till I turned red. <o:p></o:p>
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"LIKE THAT?" he asked.<o:p></o:p>
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In response I licked his Nuts. I tried to edge my tongue toward his Hole, but he pulled me back. I'm so turned on by forceful men! He reached down and held Poppers beneath my nose. My head began to swim as I bobbed up and down on his turgid Tool. Slobber and Precum drooled down my chin. He eased me to the floor and stripped off my shorts and briefs. He jacked my Dick. <o:p></o:p>
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"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU NOW," intoned the Asian. I looked into his eyes and saw the Lust. He knew I had a Boyfriend and didn't care. He grabbed my Condom and rolled it on. For the first ten minutes, he fucked me fully-sheathed. His Dick collided with my Prostate. I was seeing stars. I hadn't been fucked like that in years. Then he pulled out and rolled the slimy Latex off. <o:p></o:p>
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"DAMN FUCKER RIPPED!" I was out of breath...the Poppers...everything was blurry; but it looked okay to me. <o:p></o:p>
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"Got another?" <o:p></o:p>
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"Nope. Don't worry. I'm totally safe. Hope you are, too. UP ON YOUR KNEES!" I did as I was told—Ass up—shoulders down. "Now spread those Cheeks!"<o:p></o:p>
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Hungry fingers probed my Mancunt. He licked a digit and rammed it up my Pussy. His velvet tongue massaged my Hole. I moaned. Again and again he lapped my Rosebud then burrowed in deep. I imagined him leaving bite marks on my Asslips like my BF left Hickeys on my neck. His tongue darted in and out for what seemed like an eternity. I was in Paradise. <o:p></o:p>
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He lined his fat Cock up with my damp Pussy and drove it home. I'd never felt so good in all my life! My BF's bareskinned Rod had never penetrated me so deep! I was like putty in his hands. I couldn't have denied him anymore than I can coherently describe the conflicting feelings of Lust and Fear I felt. <o:p></o:p>
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My eyeballs rolled back as he ravaged me—savagely—for half an hour. I'd never been fucked like that in all my life! But my complicity was evident—and if something other than NEG came out of him, I knew I was as responsible as he. <o:p></o:p>
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Periodically he pulled out until only his Dickhead skewered my Mancunt. He spat on his Prick, then pile-drove back in. Passion obliterated any rational concerns, and neither of us mentioned Condoms again, <o:p></o:p>
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Still I considered what might happen if he came in me. He might not even know he was diseased. So I begged him, "PLEASE PULL OUT!" <o:p></o:p>
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To my surprise, he did. Still prone, I rolled over on my back. Before I could say anything, he rose astride me, jacked his Shaft, and blew his Load all over my face and shirt. Without touching myself my own Cream squirted onto my chest and neck. Cum was everywhere.<o:p></o:p>
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I told him I needed to clean up. He pointed to the bathroom. Awkwardly I stood taking a leak, my shorts and briefs in hand. I rinsed my face and wiped as much Cum off my shirt as possible. I prayed I'd make it home before BF did. <o:p></o:p>
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Then I noticed three prescription bottles atop an issue of POZ Magazine. It didn't strike me till I was on the street. Not just the magazine was POZ!<o:p></o:p>
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I worried my ass off all that night and the next morning. Then after Boyfriend went to work I got online. After much consideration, I decided on a course of action. I emailed the Asian, thanking him for yesterday, gave him my address and phone number, and told him to cum by anytime my BF was at work.<o:p></o:p>
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Part 2: Letting Go Again<o:p></o:p>

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The last two nights, my Boyfriend fucked me twice, and both times I shut my eyes and imagined it was HIM. I pretended I was back in HIS room feeling HIS wet Cock slide up my raw Pussy. I jacked my Dick and licked my lips and moaned. Then when my Boyfriend creamed in me, I imagined it was HIM shooting up my Ass. <o:p></o:p>
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So I emailed HIM in the morning, after Boyfriend left for work. That afternoon, he wrote me back. I'd been checking email every hour, hoping to hear from HIM. <o:p></o:p>
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"How about we meat tonight? My roommates will be out. "<o:p></o:p>
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My Dick got rock hard when I read that; but Boyfriend would be home at seven. I had to cook. Disheartened I lit a cig then stomped it out. This would never work. If I turned HIM down, I might never hear from him again. He'd regard me as a tease and forget about me. <o:p></o:p>
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I wrote him back. I explained that I couldn't leave the house because Boyfriend and I watch movies Tuesday nights. But I assured him that I'd do ANYTHING to have his Asian Cock back up my Ass. <o:p></o:p>
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Two minutes later he emailed me back. He told me he'd cum right over and I could suck his Cock. He could be here in 5 minutes and we'd be done in 15. Plenty of time to fuck around before BF got home. How I was tempted! But I remembered the Meds and POZ Magazine. They had to belong to one of his roommates. The Meds couldn't have been his. Otherwise, why would he have fucked me bareback after I told him I was NEG. So I wrote him back and told him to cum over. <o:p></o:p>
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He looked even better than before. His hair was gelled back, and he had pierced eyebrows. He mumbled pleasantries I didn't hear, for I was concentrating on his crotch and the hair protruding from beneath his Tee. <o:p></o:p>
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"I knew you'd want my Dick again." <o:p></o:p>
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I glanced at the computer screen as I was taking off my pants. Boyfriend had instant-messaged me, but I couldn't read it from afar. I hoped he wasn't telling me he was coming home early. <o:p></o:p>
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He pulled off his shorts and folded them beside him. He was sitting nude on Boyfriend's sofa. I'd never cheated like this before—never had anyone over for sex. I crawled between his legs and sucked his Mushroom Head. <o:p></o:p>
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HE jacked his Shaft against my face and pressed his Cockhead to my nostrils. The odor made me so fucking horny I swallowed his Nuts—BIG, HAIRY, CUM-FILLED NUTS! I knelt to lick his feet. Instead he got up and wandered to the bedroom.<o:p></o:p>
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"I WANNA FUCK YOUR ASS!" <o:p></o:p>
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I considered the risk—how BF might walk in on us—how HE was gonna fuck me raw and how unsafe that was. I had to stay healthy cause Boyfriend was healthy. But as these missives cascaded through my mind, I climbed on the bed and offered HIM my Ass. <o:p></o:p>
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I pointed to the Lube, but he spat on his Shaft and pushed his Poison Rod right up my Mancunt. I moaned so loudly I feared the neighbor's might suspect I was being crucified. I was enslaved. <o:p></o:p>
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 My face was up against my Boyfriend's pillow. I could smell him. I was on our bed getting fucked bareback by a STRANGER who might very well be POZ.<o:p></o:p>
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"Nice Pussy—just for me," he taunted. "Cummy little Pussy. Wonder if yer Boyfriend knows yer spreadin' it around. Think he'd be pissed? No matter. What BF don't know won't hurt him." <o:p></o:p>
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HE held Poppers beneath my nose. One minute...two... I was almost incoherent. Time was no longer of the essence. I told HIM I was HIS. I felt like a woman about to be INSEMINATED. HE pulled out, crawled up my body, and blew his Load directly in my eyes. Spurt after Spurt obscured my vision. GOD, HOW THAT STUNG! Panicked I grabbed the bed sheet to rub my eyes. I gradually refocused to see him grinning down at me.<o:p></o:p>
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"Sorry, Stud. Guess I'm a little rusty. That was a real Cum Bath I just gave you. You okay?"
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Alarms went off as I recalled the mucous membranes were a portal for the Bug. Cum blotches soiled my Boyfriend's pillow. I'd have to change his pillowcase before he got home. HE called me his Good Little Whore and left. <o:p></o:p>
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That night Boyfriend fucked my Ass. I wondered if he noticed I was looser than I used to be. Did he suspect I was sharing my Hole with a Stranger's Prick? It made me hot to picture Boyfriend's Cock immersed in the wet and sticky Asian Jizm up my Cunt. <o:p></o:p>
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I wrote the GUY in the a.m. letting HIM know I was available. HE im'd me back asking how things had gone with BF after he left. <o:p></o:p>
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I replied in depth, sparing no succulent detail, how BF had creamed my Ass while I fantasized it was HIM. <o:p></o:p>
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Actually I had this crazy fantasy of the ORIENTAL DUDE fucking my Boyfriend—crazy cause my Boyfriend never gets fucked--never sucks--doesn't eat Ass. Only fucks and lets me slurp on his NEG Cock. <o:p></o:p>
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But last night, I’d imagined the ASIAN plying my BF with Weed and Poppers, then pinning him and raping his Sweet Ass in front of me. I wished the fantasy were true, EVEN IF THE FUCKER TURNED OUT POZ! <o:p></o:p>
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"That so?" replied the Oriental incredulous. "You got a pic?" <o:p></o:p>
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"A pic?" I asked, not comprehending.<o:p></o:p>
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"Of your BF." <o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, sure." I rummaged through "My Documents" and came up with several pics of him and me at the beach last summer . <o:p></o:p>
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Did you ever do something and don't know why? I emailed him 3 pics of Boyfriend and annotated each with his private cell phone number. I never heard from HIM again. <o:p></o:p>
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This story has an epilogue. I finally figured out whose Meds they were. Two weeks later I got sicker than a dog and was laid up for a week. Boyfriend stayed home from work to nurse me "back to health." I thought it was the flu, but I was wrong. I never told my Boyfriend though. We continued to fuck raw. <o:p></o:p>
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Then shortly after I "got well," Boyfriend started working late. He chalked it up to making up for being off, but I knew better. My suspicions were confirmed when I jogged past the Oriental's building and Boyfriend's car was there. <o:p></o:p>
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I felt a little hurt at first that the Oriental had used my Ass just long enough to POZ my Butt and gain access to Boyfriend—though I admit I got my jollies in return. But mostly it was relief I felt cause BF and I were once again on equal terms. <o:p></o:p>
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LIFESTYLE CHANGES<o:p></o:p>
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I am a 22 year old student, 5'6, medium build, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6" uncut, tight Hole, into most things I've tried and open to those that I haven't.<o:p></o:p>
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I was out barhopping one night and got half soused. By the end of the evening I was feeling so horny a trip to the Baths was in order.<o:p></o:p>
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There were a few guys cruising around so I wandered about. Then this tanned guy in his 30s checked in. He finished his cigarette, scanning the joint. <o:p></o:p>
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He invited me to his room. He was so hot I couldn't refuse. He tossed his towel on the bunk, revealing a 7-inch Cock. I bent down to suck it, and he started to fuck down my throat. He knelt down to rim me, pushing his tongue in far as it would go. <o:p></o:p>
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"GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!"<o:p></o:p>
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He got to talkin' dirty in that husky voice of his, telling me how he liked breedin' Cunts like me. The longer he rimmed me, the harder I got.<o:p></o:p>
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He pressed his dry Dick to my Hole, and, before I knew it, plunged all the way in. <o:p></o:p>
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Actually it wasn't as bad as it sounds—cause I was halfway drunk to begin with and he planted a bottle of Poppers under my nose. He plowed in and out, and I bucked back against him cause it felt so good. He asked if I liked takin' it raw.<o:p></o:p>
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In practice I usually didn't—but when push came to shove—YES—that’s how I prefer it.<o:p></o:p>
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Meanwhile, I was thinking, 'Geez, I oughta ask this guy to use a Condom.' But "GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!" was all that came out.<o:p></o:p>
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He fucked me for 20 minutes, talking about how he loved breedin' Bottoms. I must admit I dug it. I could feel him gettin' harder and thrustin' deeper the longer he fucked. He started moaning an' beatin' me off. THEN HE SHOT! His Dick spasmed nonstop.<o:p></o:p>
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 "FUCK, BOY! TAKE MY POZ CUM!"<o:p></o:p>
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I tried to pull off but he was still beatin' my Shaft and in spite of myself, I came, too. He licked me clean and kissed me. The taste of my Cum on his tongue reminded me of the Toxic Venom he'd infused up my Ass. He was yappin' away; but I had no comprehension of what he said cause I was in shock.<o:p></o:p>
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Over the next few weeks I came to accept what had happened; and Barebacking became the rule, rather than the exception in my life. A couple months later I got tested, and the results came back NEG; but by then Bareback Sex had become so ingrained in my persona that I ONLY FUCKED RAW. <o:p></o:p>
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I love Cock. I head for the Baths every weekend and seek out for the biggest Shafts&#8212like the Black Dude's. He looked like a bodybuilder&#8212dark
skin glistening and muscles rippling. He had a long, thick Dick and massive Balls that slapped his thighs as he cruised. I followed him around for a
while and when he headed toward the mattresses, I lay down, spread my legs, and heaved my Butt in the air.
He knelt beside me, hungry hands drawing my legs to his shoulders. He slapped some Lube on his Shaft and worked his Dick until It was rock hard, then
plowed that miraculous Tool up my Mancunt.
I squealed in delight at the depth of his penetration. He asked point blank, "You want me to shoot in you, don't you?"

"Cum in me, please, Sir," I begged in mock submission.
 You want my babies?"
What a queer way to put it! But I am not one to be deterred by the idiosyncrasies of language&#8212no matter how strange.
"Yeah, Daddy. I want you to breed me. Please, Daddy," I begged in mock submission.
He thrust in and out. It felt like my Butt was on fire. He forced a bottle of Poppers under my nose. I inhaled several whiffs sans oxygen till my
heart raced and the veins in my temples throbbed. He planted his lips over mine and rammed his tongue down my throat. I gagged, and he continued to
screw me.
He moaned, and guys approached to watch the Breeding. They jacked off as he writhed atop me and drove his
great Shaft into me like a piston. Gobs of toxic Spooge infiltrated my Innards. That he might be Infected didn't perturb me. There's a price to be paid for any good Fuck.
Withdrawing his Cock, he rocked back on his haunches, observing his Conquest. I rolled over, admiring the huge Dong that had screwed me. I lay on my
back and beat off. He watched me yank my Tool and pushed more Poppers under my nose, jamming his now soft Shaft down my throat. I savored the little
remaining Cream I could salvage from the huge mushroom Head as my Load splattered his Pubes. I lay there exhausted. Without a word he arose and walked
away. The audience dissipated. Only the passionate cacophony of two other dudes mating resonated in sync with my still throbbing Butt Hole.
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Making of a CumSlut<o:p></o:p>
 
In the reflection of the glass doors I saw my small framed body ascend the stairs. I was so glad no one saw me come in. I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, as I approached the window.
 
"Room or locker?"<o:p></o:p>
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"Room, please." I quickly paid the attendant, and he handed me a towel and a key. Hastily I beat a retreat through the inner door, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I strolled down the crimson hall, closed doors on either side, hunting for my room. A naked man passed by, and I almost died! 
 
I couldn't believe I was finally there. I was scared yet excited. If it weren't for the Internet, I wouldn't have known the place was there. A couple guys approached, one wearing a towel, one not. I glanced at the nude guy's Cock—so long and thick—and soft like mine!. I glanced at the floor to avoid their eyes. I could feel them boring into me. One of them whispered, "Nice!" Perhaps this wouldn't be so terrible, after all.
 
I sauntered on and peaked through a doorway. Two guys were having sex. I walked on quickly before they spotted me. I was nervous and sought out the solace of my room. After fumbling with my key, the door swung open
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I locked it behind me. On the TV above the bunk, two guys were blowing each other. I watched, and my body ached. I had never seen two guys in a film before. They were so young, kinda like me—nice firm bodies. One even looked like me—about 5' 7", short brown hair, smooth skin and Balls, with a massive curly Bush above his Cock. He was bigger than my 6" though. I heard a knock at the door and opened it cautiously. Before me stood this cute Dude about 5'9", red hair, nice body. 
 
"May I come in? There're old guys out here, and they're after me. Please. I saw you cum in.<o:p></o:p>
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I was scared; but he was very hot. I let him in.<o:p></o:p>
 
"Got to lock it, Man. Don't want no damn Trolls in here." He latched the door and sat down. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the bulge beneath his towel.
 
"I'm Matt." <o:p></o:p>
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"I'm Steve. Ever been here before?"<o:p></o:p>
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"Nope." <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh, it's a hot place. Just keep your door locked. Lots of disgusting Old Trolls. Guys you don't want to mess with 'less you're really hard up." 
 
"Yeah, okay." <o:p></o:p>
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"Nice video." He kicked back and watched, pulling out a thin cigarette. He lit up, and immediately I knew it was a joint. I stared at it, for I had never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, for he reached over and offered me a hit. I vowed it would be a night of new experiences.
 
My lungs burned as I coughed out the smoke. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back, when Steve said, "Nah, keep that one. I got another." <o:p></o:p>
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He pulled out his own and lit up. 
 
A few minutes after I forced the drugging air into my lungs, I was floating. My Cock was twitching in my underwear; and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny; yet I was soft, but very sensitive. 
 
"Thirsty?"<o:p></o:p>
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"Kinda." <o:p></o:p>
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Steve pulled two bottled waters out of a small back pack and handed me one. My mouth was so dry. I twisted the top and noticed it had been opened; but I was thirsty. In a second the bottle was empty, and I was so taken by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by before I turned back to Steve. I felt like jello. My entire body was relaxed and aching to be touched. 
 
Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "You into guys or just curious?"<o:p></o:p>
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"I want a man." <o:p></o:p>
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"Personally, I prefer young guys like yourself. You have a really nice bod—case you didn't know. But I'd like to see you get more comfortable. Why not slip out of those clothes and put on your towel."<o:p></o:p>
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I stood up very dizzy. I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. 
 
"Can you pull my jeans off, Steve?"
 
"Sure." He reached down and undid my waist button, then gradually pulled down my zipper, his hands malingering on my privates Turning his attention to my sockless ankles, he jerked at my trou; and that's when his towel fell off. 
 
Face to face with his not insignificant organ, I blushed. 
 
"Steve, you have a great body, Man!" Though it was not his body I was thinking about. 
 
Meanwhile Steve had begun beating his Dick, which was larger than mine and considerably thicker. He guided my hand to his Tool. It felt so warm and silky. I ran my fingers over the Piss Slit which was oozing Precum, and massaged the crystal-clear Goo all over his Dickhead and Shaft. He pushed my face into his Crotch which was musky and sweaty. I grew so excited my mouth automatically dropped open and devoured his Dick. Salty, delicious, and moist—with lots of sweet Precum! It turned me on! 
 
Being a young Dude, I get horny a lot; but I had never felt like that before—so weird and so excited. My Dick was super-sensitive; and every time I moved, It strained against my towel.
 
Steve was smiling as I fumbled with his huge Tool in my inexperienced mouth. His Cock had grown so hard, and I could feel my Ass tingling like I wanted It in me. 
 
Steve brought his face close to mine and kissed me. It was incredible! I was overcome by his manliness, his facial stubble, as his hands wandered all over my body, exploring every inch of me until he came upon my Cock. He squeezed It hard and tickled my Balls. 
 
"Stand up, Matt." 
 
Standing behind me, he pulled my panties down. As the air in the room assailed my Buttocks, I felt as if I were flying naked in a dream. He nibbled my ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was desperate to be touched! As his hands rubbed my chest and Crotch, it felt as if a thousand fingers were massaging me. 
 
"Lie down on your stomach on the bed." <o:p></o:p>
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Steve's hands lighted on the small of my back, working their way down to my Pussy. 
 
"I have Condoms and KY in my pocket." 
 
"Just relax and trust me. I know what's best for you." <o:p></o:p>
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Steve's hands felt so good on my Ass Cheeks. I was in another world, so calm and comfortable. My Asshole felt something warm and wet. Steve was licking my Mancunt. As his tongue grew more aggressive, I spiraled into Ecstasy. <o:p></o:p>
 
Steve walked over to my pants and reached in my pocket. When he returned he mounted me from behind. He dripped the Lube onto my Pussy and his raw Cock. I felt my Ass stretch. He pushed in harder, then paused for a moment. 
 
"Your Ass feels so good stretched around my Cock. Feels like My Dick is made for your Hole. You okay?" 
 
"Yeah, I'm okay now. Don't stop!"
 
"You want it real bad, don't you? You should, you know. That joint you smoked was laced with Crystal. Same with the water. You should be screaming for POZ Cock by now." <o:p></o:p>
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He'd drugged me! It all made sense—why I was floating. He had taken advantage of me! But, nonetheless, his Cock felt, oh, so good! I was torn! I couldn't bring myself to order him to stop. And, yes, his off-the-cuff allusion to being POZ went over my head.
 
"Oh Man, fuck me. Fuck me good, Steve, please! It feels so good." <o:p></o:p>
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Steve's POZ Tool worked my Chute. I could feel his large Head as It tore into my Innards.<o:p></o:p>
 
"Feel my Cock plow your Hole? Its getting ready—ready to reward you and welcome you to the World of Sluts. Your Ass'll beg for Cock from this day forth. You'll never again be able to get enough. <o:p></o:p>
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"YEAH, MAN, HERE IT CUMS. I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY SICK JIZM INFILTRATE YOUR PUSSY. SO WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THE BREEDING, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE. <o:p></o:p>
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It was all so unreal! Steve pushed in all the way, burying his huge Pole inside my Pussy. I felt his Cock spasm, as his Toxic Seed shot up my Insides. I had never experienced such great pleasure before. Steve left his Noxious Shaft stowed up my Ass.<o:p></o:p>
 
"You loved that, didn't you, Matt? My Cock has turned you into a Total Cumslut. Why don't we leave the door open and let all the guys fuck you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" <o:p></o:p>
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My mind was racing. What about AIDS? If Steve had already POZZED me, did it matter? My mind gave me a thousand reasons to resist, but my sex-starved body screamed go for it. <o:p></o:p>
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I looked at Steve. "I want to—but I'm scared." <o:p></o:p>
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"Don't be. This is what you were meant to do. I'm gonna open up that door and let 100 guys come in and fuck you! You will never forget the Lust you feel tonight.<o:p></o:p>
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"I've already pumped a nice creamy Load of POZ Spooge in you. Right now it's penetrating your Ass Walls, cavorting through your Cells—to your Heart and Brain. Soon you're gonna think and feel like me. Honestly now, don't you already feel a tingling in your Hole? That's cause your body is CONVERTING —being overtaken by POZ JIZM. <o:p></o:p>
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"Why are you so hungry for POZ CUM? Because you are meant to be a Fuck Toy for all the beautiful Cocks God is about to send your way. With your looks, you're a natural! You were meant to be a BREEDER. Allow MANSEED to set you free! Live for the hour, cause you never know if you'll survive till tomorrow!"<o:p></o:p>
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I didn't know what to think. I was so scared. So confused. This good-looking guy may have given me AIDS. I started to cry. Then my Ass twitched. I could feel the warmth of his Toxic Jizm circulating in my Hole. I looked at Steve. He was right. It was already too late. It didn't matter. 
 
"Open the door."
 
"You sure?"
 
"Let them all cum in and fuck me." <o:p></o:p>
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I had never been so excited yet apprehensive in my life. My eyes followed Steve as he unlatched the door.
 
Within seconds a big fat guy stepped in. Fat and ugly and old! He dropped his towel, and I stared at the Log between his legs. 
 
"You want that big Pole to tear you apart, don't you?" <o:p></o:p>
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And to the fat Dude, who already climbed on top of me and had his Cock pressed to my Anus:
 
"This little Bottom Slut got fucked for the first time a few minutes ago. I filled his tight Ass with my hot Cum, but he wants more? Why don't you put It in him and give his Ass what it deserves!" <o:p></o:p>
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With that the fat Dude plunged his Shaft into my Hole. It was just as thick as Steve's, but much longer. I could feel his Dick assaulting my Ass Walls, swishing around in the pool of hot Cum Steve had deposited. 
 
"Hey Dude, tell me the truth now! You Poz or Neg?"
 
"POZ," grunted the fat Slob. 
 
"FUCK YEAH MAN! DON'T JUST FUCK HIM! RAPE HIS ASS! GIVE IT TO HIM!"<o:p></o:p>
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Inspired, the fat Dude hammered away at my Hole. Soon he grunted; and, with Steve cheering him on, his thick Cock convulsed and more POZ fluid assailed my gut. 
 
 In all my Ass became dumping ground for close to 60 Loads that night. <o:p></o:p>
 
Cum was running down my legs, down at my Balls, soaking the sheets. When the last guy had shot, I looked at all the Cum on the floor and bed that had oozed out of my Pussy. 
 
"For now the drugs will hide the pain. But you've been torn up pretty bad. You won't be able to go to work tomorrow." <o:p></o:p>
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"I don't go to work. I'm still in school. I have a test tomorrow. Mom will let me stay home, though." 
 
"Even better then." 
 
We went our separate ways, and I made it back home. I got to my room and crawled into bed, still amazed at what I'd done, still feeling Cum leak out of my battered Hole onto the sheets. 
 
Steve was right on two counts: (1) about being sore—I missed the next two days of school; and (2) about needing more Cock. Within a week I was back at the Baths—not looking down at the floor nor locking doors. I headed for the Maze. There I was welcomed in the Sling where another 20 guys used my Ass to pleasure their Cocks and dump their Shit. After all, I'm only seventeen.
 
It was not until 4 months later I that saw Steve again. He smiled down at me while I was getting fucked, and nudged a hot young Kid next to him. I recognized him from the school baseball team.
 
The Boy looked scared and really nervous. Steve put his hand on his shoulder, and I floated away and began to dream as I saw Steve escort him to his room. The Kid didn't know what he was in for or what he'd eventually become. I knew he'd be ready within the hour. I'd walk into that room, and Steve would be there, urging me on as I plied his Cherry with my POZ Seed.
 
 

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Cast of Characters: 

Jamie - Thatâ€™s me</li>
Hector - My Bud </li>
Marky - The Mark</li>
Terry - Co-conspirator</li>
Jesus - Terryâ€™s POZ Pal</li>
Jason - Terryâ€™s other POZ Pal</li>
Anonymous POZ white guy</li> Table of Contents 
Chapter 1 - The Plan</li>
Chapter 2 â€“ Implementation</li>
Chapter 3 - Pozzing</li>

Chapter 4 â€“ CumSlut</li> 
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Chapter 1 - The Plan ******************************* </center>

I had the most awesome Memorial Day weekend. I took Friday off because I wanted to fuck around. First thing I did was contact Hector, the stud who POZZED me Christmas Eve. I hadnâ€™t seen him much since then, but knew he was into planting DIRTY LOADS. You should've seen his eyes light up when I told him Iâ€™d converted. He was in his boxers, which didn't hide his sleek POZ Cock. I was sucking that Baby soon as I was through the door. I didn't let that Cock out of my mouth even when he shuffled to the couch. I went wild, deep-throating that POZ Tool. When my jaws began to ache, I begged him to fuck me. I have no shame. Hector dropped his drawers and turned me round. He plunged his tongue into my Pussy. I love his tongue. He slobbered on my Hole like it was Candy, till I was moaning like a Bitch in heat. When he was done with Lubrication, he spun me round and made me straddle him. He forced my Ass down on his raw Tool. My greedy Mancunt devoured his Poleâ€”while I simultaneously screamed in pain. He showed no mercy. I think my screaming turned him on. I saw stars as he dicked my Butt. He asked me over and over again if I liked his Cock up my Bitch Ass. I grunted in concurrence as he thrust in and out. He chewed my Nips and fucked my Ass for half an hour. My Hole grew sore and throbbing. He rammed It in and shot in me, unloading a bucket of Charged Cum. He left his Cock up my Ass, and we made out. Slowly, he pushed me off his Shaft. He winced when my Sphincter clenched around his tender Head. He scooted down beneath my Hole and rimmed me, slurping his POZ Jizm down his gullet. He made me clean him off. I love the taste of Ass Juice and POZ Spooge. We washed up and grabbed a bite to eat. I told him what I had in mindâ€”to find a NEG and POZ him. â€œYou game?â€ I reached beneath the table. His Shaft, hard as a rock, told all. â€œC'mon, let's go!â€ I urged him. 
Chapter 2 - Implementation *************************** 

We spent most of the afternoon cruising Christopher Street, pretending we were a couple looking for a third. We got lots of smiles and chit chat, but no one was dopey enough to get close to us. We finally tried a bookstore. Surprisingly, there was a fair number of guys in thereâ€”most of them Trolls. We headed to the backâ€”and found our Mark. He was perfectâ€”college jock material; a bit shorter than I, about 5'7"; huge shoulders, massive pecs, and great legs. Big brown Nips skewered his clean white Tee. He was wearing a baseball cap and khaki shorts with sandals, and oozed â€œOUT-OF-TOWN DUMB JOCKâ€ from every pore. Hector saw him first, and nudged me. We circled and kept our eyes on him. Hector â€œaccidentallyâ€ bumped into him, mumbled an apology, and smirked his killer smile. The Kid was kinda nervous and moved on. After a bit of cat and mouse and a lot of furtive glances, Mark grinned vampishly at Hector, who started small talk. He introduced me as his Lover. Mark was 18, from PA, and attending summer school at NYU. He'd just settled into his dorm room (which he didn't share with anyone) and was getting acclimated. I told him I used to go to NYU (a lie), and what a great school it was (also a lie). I'd be happy to tell him all about things to do and stuff. Hector inveigled him into joining us for coffee. The Boy was gorgeous. Heâ€™d been a wrestler in high school, and was studying physical therapy. He had short blond hair, and the most stunning blue eyes and dimples. Man, I loved those dimples. Hector made up stuff about us. Like, we'd been together four years and were trying to spruce up our sex livesâ€”were considering a threesome. All the while he held my hand. If I didn't know he was a Gifter, I'd have fallen for him. Mark ate it up. He thought all that lovey-dovey stuff was real. Not to mention that Hector himself was really hot. He looked Marky right in the eye, and asked if he'd help us out. I sat there innocently. It didnâ€™t take long for Hector to convince him. Hector asked Marky if he would prefer his place or the dorm. We opted for his dorm, since it was closer. When we passed through Washington Square Park, Hector asked Marky if he smoked, and bought some weed. His room was sparsely furnished, and tucked away at the end of a hall right off the park. Hector and Mark sat on the small bunk that passes for a bed at NYU, and I sat at his desk. Hector rolled a joint and passed it around. We each took a hit. Hector put his hand on Markâ€™s knee and caressed it. He spoon-fed Mark a couple more tokes and kissed him. The Youthâ€™s eyes clouded over. He didnâ€™t seem experienced. Hector had his tongue jammed down the Youngsterâ€™s throat. His hands were all over the Teenâ€™s bod. The Boy was nude in less than a minute, and Hector never let up kissing him. His body was terrific. I don't think the Kid had an ounce of fat on him. I've got a swimmer's build, but that young Dude put me to shame. I dropped to my knees and sucked him. My digits worked his Nips like I'd wanted to since I first laid eyes on him. He moaned, and lay his hands atop my head. The kissing progressed to deep and sloppy, and a lust-swollen Mark bent down to suck Hector's turgid Shaft. That Latin Dick drove down the Kidâ€™s licentious throat. The Teen gagged, but Hector held him fast. I pushed the Youngster to the bed and straddled him. Hector slobbered up my Ass and sucked Markâ€™s Rod, getting it nice and slick. I kissed the Boy as Hector guided his Pole to my Hole. The Youngster gasped as I plunged downward on his Shaft. It was so fucking hotâ€”his groaning in my mouth while inching his bare Cock up my Ass. 
Chapter 3 - The POZZING *****************************

 I started to ride that Cock like crazy. You should've heard the Kid. â€œOh, God! Oh, Shit! Oh, Fuck!â€ as I milked his Dick. I pulled off, pulling him on top of me and planting my legs squarely on his shoulders. He plowed back in, with no vacillation. Mark squirmed above me, as Hector spread his Cheeks to rim him. I don't think heâ€™d ever been eaten out before, cause he went nuts, moaning and screwing harder. Hector fingered his Hole, telling him what a tight Cunt he had, how sweet It tasted, and how he was gonna stuff that Pussy with Latin Cock. Marky groaned all the more. â€œTake it easy, Marky. Don't cum yet,â€ I counseled. Hector spat on his Dick, and aimed at Marky. The Boy let out a yelp, and I glimpsed ecstasy on Hector's face. â€œSHIT, YEAH, THAT FEELS GOOD!â€ â€œUghhhhhh, take it easy. Fuck, that hurts! Slow down! I haven't been fucked much.â€ â€œDon't worry, Marky We're gonna take good care of youâ€”beyond your wildest dreams. "THINK THAT HURTS? â€œTRY THIS ON FOR SIZE!â€ Quick as a fox, Hector rammed It in. The Youthâ€™s thighs jammed hard against me. He let out a shriek. 
â€œS-T-O-P!â€ The poor Boy was sandwiched between us. Hector smirked, a fiendish twinkle in his eye. He could be a rough Motherfucker at times. He loved to jam that Cock in real hard. The Sweet Heart was in tears. I pulled him toward me, tonguing them away. â€œDon't worry, Baby. It's OK.â€ â€œYEAH, BOY! FUCK YOUR PUSSY ON THAT COCK!â€ Hector demanded. IT WAS TIME! Hector nodded at me. I nodded back. He humped faster, moaning, groaning. He slammed in a few more timesâ€”held real stillâ€”and grunted as his Dick spewed Virus Laden Spooge up the Innocentâ€™s young Ass. Hector shuddered and pulled out. He knelt down to eat his Poison Jizm out of the Teen Boyâ€™s Pussy. Mark moaned. Hector knew full well the carnal delight of his rapacious tongue on a Mancunt just defiled. The Boy kept telling us how hot that felt. He asked Hector if he could cum again, and Hector nodded. The Kid bent down to suck Hector's Dick. I knelt behind Marky and splayed his Ass Cheeks. His Hole was puffy and red. I pointed out the bloody blotches around his Pussy, and Hector nodded approvingly. I finger-fucked him roughly, scraping and abrading. Marky groaned as Hectorâ€™s Cock once more submerged inside his Chute, his Hole stretched wide to accommodate Herr Meister. Hector slammed in to his Balls, unloading a second wad of POZ Jism up the Young Manâ€™s Butt. Unrepentant Pig Slut that I am, I lapped up the excess. We were going out that night and invited Marky. The Kid, hungry for companionship or sexâ€”whicheverâ€”eagerly accepted. We cautioned him to save himself for later. Reluctantly he agreed 
Chapter 4 - CumSlut *******************************

 We phoned Marky and asked if heâ€™d beat off. â€œNo,â€ he told us. â€œIâ€™m saving It for youz.â € Hector and I laughed at that, but it was cool. We were gonna have some serious fun that night. When we got to his dorm, he was decked out like an Abercrombie & Fitch Jock Boy. Man, was he hot in his baggy Cargo Shorts and tight fitting Tee! I almost creamed. He, in turn, was ecstatic to see us, and gave us each a long, lingering kissâ€”Hector's was a bit longer than mine, but I didn't mind. We went out and grabbed a bite to eat, and Hector suggested we go to a Sex Club. The Teen was hesitant at first, but Bro promised weâ€™d take good care of him. So we headed out to a place in Queens that Hector said was fun. I'd never been there, and was excitedâ€”and apprehensive. The place was okay, if somewhat dark and sleazy. But it did turn out to be exciting. Poor Marky looked so out of place. We got a room and quickly changed from our street clothes into towels. I realized, after a couple of minutes, that Marky and I were among the only 7 or 8 white guys there. Everyone else was either Latino or Black. And did those Black and Latin dudes cruise Marky! I think everyone of them wanted a piece of his Lily White Ass. Hector led us to the â€œOrgy Room,â€ an unlit lounge with frayed upholstery and mattresses that reeked of cum and urine. He kept hold of Marky's hand and kissed him. A Black Dude sat down next to us, and watched Hector and the Boy make out. I leaned over and licked his Nips. The guy was huge, at least 6' tall. I moaned as he snaked his tongue into me. Marky watched me getting eaten till Hector grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down. Mark's Cock poked through his towel as he sucked Hector's Dick. The Black Dudeâ€™s Cock probed my Pussy and inched slowly in. It must've been gigantic cause It hurt like hell. We fucked in silence. I watched Marky blow Hector . He drew Mark up against his body, positioning him over his Shaft. The Youthâ€™s NEG Hole unclenched to take Hector's POZ Tool for the third time that day. All I could do was watch that humungous black Rod plow in and out of me. I was flying! I wrapped my arms around the Dude and pulled him close. I clenched my Ass and watched his eyes flicker and roll back. He groaned and slammed in hard as his Dick spasmed and he unloaded his Semen into me. I told him it was Marky's first time barebacking, and he was looking for as many Loads as possible. He glanced at Marky riding Hector's Shaft. â€œYou POZ or NEG ?â€ I asked. â€œNEG.â€ â€œTHAT'S COOL, BUT MARKY'S LOOKINâ€™ FOR THE BUG.â€ He told me he knew a couple of POZ guys who wouldn't mind barebacking a NEG White Ass. I squeezed down on his Dick again, and he groaned. He kissed me and pulled out, uncorking a rivulet of Jism dipping from my Cunt. He followed his slimy Hard-On through the doorway and disappeared. Hector was deep-dicking Marky whom he held up by his Tits. He grunted, shot his third POZ Load in the Teen, and frenched him. Someone tapped my shoulder. Terry, the Black Dude, had returned with two of his cohortsâ€”Jason, homely as hell, but with an insanely long, thick Shaft and Jesus, a Latino. Both were POZ and willing to breed the Boy. Hector slid his Dick out of the Youth and pushed him down. Markyâ€™s Hole remained distended and Poison Jizm oozed from his Chute. Jesus got on his hands and knees and rimmed the Kidâ€™s NEG Pussy. The Boy moaned and gyrated as Jesus scoured his Ass. I held my Poppers under the Youngsterâ€™s nose and told him to breathe deeply. The Teen inhaled three intoxicating hits. Jesus rose, took aim, and rammed It in the Youth. In lust and gratitude, I pushed Terry back on the bench, straddled him, and lowered myself on his Pole. He tweaked my Nips. Homely Jason stroked his Shaft watching Jesus ass-pump Marky. I sucked Jasonâ€™s voluptuous Dickhead, in preparation for the Kid. Mark looked around, saw me bobbing on Terry's Cockâ€”and freaked! Heâ€™d presumed I was the one fucking him! Panicky, he tried to pull off, but Hector held him down. The Kid got out a single â€œN-O-O-O-O-O!â€ before Hector muffled him with a kiss. â€œItâ€™s okay, Baby. Feel that hard Cock up your Ass? You want It, don't you? C'mon, Marky, do It for me. Do It for Hector.â€ Marky started bouncing on Jesus' Cock like all git-out. â€œYEAH, BABY,â€ Hector hissed. â€œTAKE HIS DIRTY CUM, YOU SLUT!â€ Marky moaned while Jesus pulverized him. Jesus let out a groan and shot. Jason pulled Jesus off Marky and slipped in, pumping like a fucking rabbit. He moaned and unloaded in Markyâ€™s Ass. Marky was franticâ€”torn between loving It and fearing AIDS. When Jason withdrew, Hector dicked back in, intentionally trapping three POZ Loads up Markyâ€™s Pussy. A few voyeurs had gathered round to watch. One white guy stroked his Dick and mouthed â€œPOZâ€ at Hector. Hector kissed Marky gently. â€œOne more, Baby?â€ The Boy nodded. The white guy fucked the Teen and pulsed. Slime drooled out of Markyâ€™s abused Mancunt. He moaned salaciously as Hector pawed his youthful Pole. 8 ropes of once NEG Cum assaulted Hectorâ€™s chest, draining the Youthâ€™s pent-up, lust-filled Sacs. Terry gripped my hips, slammed into me and shot up my Ass. I unloaded on my belly. An old Troll slumped to his knees and slurped up the POZ Jizm from my gut and Cock. We rested (I got Terry's number) and headed to the showers . It was 2 am when we got back to the room. Hector asked Mark how he was doing. â€œGreat! Ass a little sore, though.â€ We headed to the train station. The streets were empty. Hector pulled a soda from his bag and popped some pills.â€ â€œWhat are those?â€ asked the Youth. â€œTheyâ€™re AIDS meds. Youâ€™ll need â€˜em soon enough.â€ â€œIâ€™m clean. I don't have HIV.â€ â€Know how many of the dudes you fucked tonight were POZ? Every single one of them. So donâ€™t be so sure and sanctimonious about your Status. If youâ€™re still NEG, consider yourself fortunate. If youâ€™ve succumbed, you got a precious GIFT to share with your Gay brothers. Either way, you win.â€ Marky got real introspective after that. 
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Max and I work together at the same company. That was how we met. He was a Manager in another department; and I, the Staff Accountant assigned to work with
him. He needed financial information to determine feasibility, and I was deemed best suited to provide it.
We worked togetherâ€”nights and early mornings and some Saturdays. We also had lunch and dinner some nights. 

I never planned nor expected other than a working relationship, but it turned out to be much more. 

Except for the poz-neg issue, we were a natural pair. Max was 46, 6â€™, 180 lb. with salt and pepper hair, and hazel eyes. His cock was one to die for,
with a pair of low-hanging balls that were always full of sweet manjuice. 

I was 34, 5'11", 170 lb., blond hair, blue eyes, minimal body hair, a cute ass (I am told by man and woman alike) and a 6â€ slender cock with a nice fat
head. 

Like I say, Max was the Manager and I the peon. I found him quite attractive and suspected he was gay. But how to break the ice? 

One day over lunch I asked if it was okay I left at 5 (our usual quitting time)â€”because I was having dinner with my ex-boyfriend. 

â€œSure, why not. I hadnâ€™t planned on working late tonight. Are you two close?â€ 

â€œLived together for a year. Till he found a new Mr. Right. Now we just keep in touch. Have dinner every couple months. I think his boyfriendâ€™s
joining us tonight, so thereâ€™ll be three of us. Youâ€™re welcome to join us, if you like. I mean, thereâ€™ll be two of them and one of me.â€ 

I hoped I wasnâ€™t being too obvious. 

Although Max declined, he told me that he understood, since he, too, was gay. Heâ€™d been married till he got pozzed. When he went on meds, his wife found
them, and everything about his secret life came out. Although theyâ€™d lived platonically, and relatively copacetically, for 15 years, she divorced him. 

Iâ€™d been married 8 years myself, but in my case it was the other way around. When I concluded I was irrevocably gay, not even bi, I asked my wife for a
divorce; and she assented. Turned out she had a boyfriend on the sly, so I was no great loss. But she still felt slighted. 

Max told me heâ€™d been poz for the last 5 years. I asked him about his meds, if they bothered him. He told me, no, but there were daysâ€¦. His voice
trailed off. 

I said I figured Iâ€™d convert eventually, since I was a bottom and loved cock and jizz too much to do anything but bareback. 

Of course, I didnâ€™t use those exact words. Well, I did say â€œbareback.â€ But I still didnâ€™t know where Max was coming from, how conservative or
safe-sex he was, so I beat around the bush and hemmed and hawed and explained it all in nice businesslike termsâ€” at least as businesslike as you can get discussing your perversion in the often homophobic business world. Despite myself, I guess the message I conveyed
to Max, was â€œIâ€™M AVAILABLE!â€ I really didnâ€™t intend that, or did I? 

Two nights later, Friday evening, we were working late. It was around 8:30, and our floor was deserted. The usual hangers-on, the executive types who
stick around evenings out of a genuine need to work, or for lack of anything else to do, were gone. 

Normally you wouldnâ€™t catch me dead there on a Friday night. But since I was with Max, and he gave me the warm-fuzzies, I didnâ€™t mind. I mean, where
else can you get paid for having an erection? 

For some reason, I was feeling extra horny, and for the past half hour had a hardon I couldnâ€™t get down. Max glanced at me, and observed the tent, which
was, to say the least, embarrassing. He suggested we take a break. 

We got a cup of coffee and sat back to relax, and I realized Max was staring at my erection. When he reached across and his hand came down on top of it, I
almost had a heart attack! He began massaging the swollen polyester, tentatively at first, then feverishly, till on the down-stroke, he cupped my balls.


â€œHmmmm,â€ he moaned, making no attempt to hide his titillation; and I realized that he must be as sex-starved as myself. 

He watched intently for my reaction, whether I was one inclined play or not. We were, after all, alone on the floor. I suspected the entire building was
deserted, except for Security on Level 1; and they didnâ€™t make their rounds till midnight. 

I reached across and kissed him. Our tongues entwined, as our hands explored each otherâ€™s bodies. 

Breaking the caress, I unbuttoned his shirt and sucked one nip and then the other. Max groaned. My lips wandered down his chest, kissing as I went, till
they were poised above a hardon every bit as mountainous as mine. 

I undid his belt and unzipped his slacks. As I tugged down his briefs, his man-meat popped out, straight as an arrow, and glistening with precum. I got on
my knees and sucked him. 

He moaned and groaned and ran his fingers through my hair. â€œIf I werenâ€™t poz, you little bitch, Iâ€™d give you the fucking you deserve.â€ 

I collected our work papers and placed them on the credenza, undressed completely, and lay down on the table. 

He climbed between my legs and sucked my dick, while one hand squeezed my balls; and with the other, he slipped a finger in my ass. That felt great, but
even better when he inserted a 2nd and a 3rd. We didn't have any lube, but he applied enough saliva to cock and hole to suit. I was tight, but I needed his
big dick in me, and did everything to accommodate. 

He positioned himself between my thighs and placed my legs upon his shoulders. Laboriously he worked his shaft in me It hurt, but soon his precum and my ass
juices did the trick, and his dick was buried to the hilt. He held steady for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his fullness, then thrust his hips and
sawed in and out of me. 

I loved it. There is nothing better then having the man you lust for buried deep inside you. He pounded me, grunting and groaning beneath his breath. I knew Iâ€™d be sore, but it was worth it. Seemed like he fucked forever before he came. 

I beat my rod to get a full erection back, to time my orgasm with his. As he took the final plunge, emptying his contaminated jizz in me, I shot my last neg
load. It had been days for me, and you could tell. My jism landed on my chin and chest and stomach, drenching me with manseed, as Maxâ€™s poz sperm
spasmed in my bowels. 

Spent at last, he pulled out and held his engorged cock to my lips. Eagerly I consumed his soiled shaft to absorb the mucky mix of jizz and shit and my
juice. I licked till he was cleansed of everything. 

He pulled out, and we walked to the to the restroom to clean up. Our mutual orgasms had taken the wind out of our sails. He was worn out, as was I. He
invited me to his place on Saturday, to finish what we hadnâ€™t completed, suggesting we work awhile, then go to dinner. 

The transition from co-workers to Lovers was consummated by that single sex act. The poz-neg issue never came up again till I converted. I canâ€™t say I
was â€œin loveâ€ with Max at first. But I enjoyed his company, and, specifically, the nightly fucking, too much to rock the boat or probe his psyche
further. Two months later, my lease was up; and I moved in with him. 

The day the doctor told me I was poz, Max was out of town, traveling for the company. 

That night I felt so lonely, and didnâ€™t know whether to laugh or cry. Although he was not around to share it, it was a special occasion, as the last
barrier between us had fallen. After an hour of feeling sorry for myself, I headed out to one of my pre-Max haunts, for a drink and consolation. 

It was there I met the sweetest college boy who took my mind off everything. After several drinks more than I intended, I felt better, but still in need of
company. So I invited Joey over to our vacant pad. Max is always top, and Iâ€™m the bottom; but sometimes a change of pace is necessary. So I
enthusiastically I pumped my poison jizz into Joeyâ€™s sweet cumhole. Oh yeah, I wondered if Iâ€™d infected him. He never asked my status, nor I his. The
next morning he had classes and I had to work, so we kissed goodnightâ€”with promises to meat and fuck againâ€”the next time Max was out of town. 

No sooner was Joey out the door than the phone rang. It was Max, checking up on me and work. I told him about my test results. He seemed shook-up, and
told me heâ€™d arrange for me to see his doc. 

After determining that otherwise all was well, we blew each other kisses and hung up. 

I fell into a profound, post-orgasmic sleep. I dreamt of fucking Joey, as I often do, as buckets of my blighted jizz invade his negative mancunt.

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I work at Medical City, a complex of hospitals. You'd think a guy who works in one hospital wouldn't get lost in another. And you'd also think getting lost
is an unpleasant experience. Neither is necessarily the case. Let me explain. Today I had to leave work early for my own doctor's appointment at a nearby hospital. I met with the surgeon to discuss elective surgery. We agreed it should
be done. But there was no rush. The nurse suggested that while I was there I might as well get the preliminaries out of the way, the lab work, EKG, and X-
Rays. I went to the various departments to get stuff done. My last stop was X-Ray. It was late, dark out, around 6:30. X-Ray turned out to be a bitch. I wandered from wing to wing trying to find the damn place. This hospital which I'd never been in was confusing. Finally
decided to go the main floor, ground zero, and ask at the desk how to get there. When I entered the elevator I pressed the wrong button. I exited to some kind of sub-basement. Again I wandered a maze of corridors. The place was deserted.
If I could have found my way back to the elevators, I would have. But I was totally lost and tired and frustrated. I finally came to a dead end, some kind of supply area filled with pallets of hospital supplies. Through an open door I saw a man, a live human being, in
green scrubs, reading a newspaper and eating an apple. "Excuse me." "Yes," he said, looking up. I melted. He was about 55, had salt and pepper hair, and was built husky to solid. He sported a mustache that yelled "Major Dad." And, well, he just looked
-- sexy. "I seem to have gotten lost, " I explained. "I was trying to get to the X-Ray Dept." "Okay," he said. He paused for a moment, got up, and approached me. "You okay?" "Yeah. Itâ€™s just been a hell of a day." Stepping behind me he put both hands on my shoulders. I thought that was odd for one man just meeting another. But I figured he merely intended to turn me
in the right direction. Nonetheless a bolt of lightning surged through me. "Thanks." "This way.â€ I followed. We traversed the corridors of the sub-basement for several minutes. I was still lost, but he seemed to know where he was going. So I felt
better. He stopped at a menâ€™s room. "I have to take a leak. I'll just be a minute. Better stay with me. I'd hate for you to get lost again.â€ I followed him and went to the sinks across from the urinals. I took off my glasses and jacket, laid them on the counter, and turned on the water. I looked at this kind man in the mirror above the sink. I looked at myself. I was a mess. My hair was disheveled. My shirt was hanging out and half
unbuttoned from the EKG. I glanced in the mirror at the man pissing. "Oh my!" I said to myself. He did turn me on. I cupped the flowing water to my face. I imagined his hands caressing me -- hands destined to catch me in my tiredness. I thought I was fantasizing. I wiped my face with a few paper towels, turned
about, and came face to face with the kindly Samaritan. This was no fantasy. His hands went inside my shirt to my nipples. "Just relax." But something in his voice told me I had no option. He started to nibble my neck and my ears. "Ohhhhh," was all I could utter. Still I held my ground--though I wanted to collapse in his arms. Despite my staged passivity I guess he had me all figured out. Because he unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders, and laid it on the
counter. In the mirror I watched helplessly as he nibbled down my shoulders, and when he reached my lower back, his nibbling turned to biting. With the sensation of
his lips and teeth and tongue on my skin, the need to do anything else that day, to go anywhere, was totally obliterated. The intimacy which at first had
been imposed I now welcomed and yielded to. OK, so there was no way I could hide my pleasure. I must have let out a tiny moan which he took as a signal he could have his way with me. Because he
unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and my briefs down to my ankles. "Oh wait, I said. Wait!" he exclaimed. I told him I was unprepared for this "Do you have to be prepared for sex?" The tone of his voice told me he wouldn't take no for an answer. I had gotten myself in this situation. Lost in this maze of hospital corridors. It was
going on 7 PM, and I was in this little used men's room with a total stranger who was about to exploit my vulnerability. Far as I knew, there was no one else
on this entire floor. Again I gauged him physically. I knew he could easily overpower me if it came to that. I should have been concerned. There are bashers and murderers. Though such seemed unlikely in a hospital. I wasn't really afraid of him, but I was
unaccustomed to being so totally at the mercy of another human being. Deep down I wanted him. My sexuality had been aroused almost from the first moment Iâ€™d first laid eyes on him. I began to crave fulfillment, and I believe
he read that in my eyes. Abruptly he shoved me forward across the sink counter with lukewarm water still gushing from the faucet and bent over to nibble my ass. I pushed out like I
was going to take a crap. For all I knew I could have. I was giving myself over to this guy who then raised himself up and entered me with no lube other than the spit from his mouth and his precum. I loved it! He started slowly. His dick came out once or twice, and he had to reinsert it. By then his precum was flowing freely. And like the animal I am, I gave up
all pretense of resistance as my ass began to sway in the rhythm of sexual intercourse. He was making love to me -- biting and sucking on my shoulders and neck -- which drove me nuts -- and then -- I felt his convolutions -- as he came within my
bowels. His teeth sunk deep into my shoulder, and I shot my load all over the counter and my stomach. I hadnâ€™t even touched myself. I collapsed onto my own cum with his dick embedded in my ass. Coming down from a sexual high, some semblance of rationality returned to his voice as he said quite nonsexually, "I'm sorry. Did you need to be somewhere?" â€œYeah,â€ I responded., Right HERE!" He smiled. "Good. I wanted to hear that." He pulled out of me. He touched my hole with his finger. Once again his voice became commanding. "Now don't let any of that out." He turned to the rest room door and locked it. Whether to lock me in or keep people out, I wasn't certain. "Take off your clothes." He started shedding his. His hard dick swayed above his balls. I got naked, and he took me by the hand around the corner to the showers. I was surprised as he balanced out a nice hot shower for both of us and began to eat my butt. I tensed up initially, and he gave my ass a firm slap. "Don't do that," he retorted. "Unless I have my dick up your ass. Relax it!" He started eating my hole again, and I could feel his cum dripping out of me onto his tongue. He stood up and turned me around so that my mouth met his. We kissed as he fed me the cum out of my ass. He stared down at me. "Shit!" He touched my shoulder. It was wet. But it wasn't water. He held his finger before my face. Blood from his bite on my shoulder. He put his finger in
my mouth so I could taste it. Then he put his tongue to the wound and lapped at it like an animal. He gave me another kiss, feeding me a mixture of cum,
blood and saliva. Under the water flow, he pushed me down to the tiles and positioned me on my stomach. The warm water was raining down on both of us as he entered me. Soon
he went soft inside me. Not completely. But enough. And I realized he was filling my bowels with piss. A sound that came out of him that was more animal than human. His arms encircled my chest. His hands were cupped under my breasts. His pissed inside me.
He allowed me neither to move nor pull away. The sheer weight of his body alone made that impossible. And the lack of any desire on my part. I wanted his
piss. I wanted all his body fluids. Weâ€™d done cum. Then blood. Now piss. He'd drained any resistance out of when heâ€™d first entered me. We lay still till he was finished. Until I'd absorbed every drop he had to offer. He slowly pulled out. Again he put a finger to my hole. Again he ordered, "Now don't let that out. I started to speak, and he covered my mouth with a finger and said, "Keep that shut, too!" "That's it," he stated, indicating our tryst was over. He got up and turned off the shower. "Get dressed." 

I did so quickly.

 I glanced in the mirror and noticed a smear of blood across my nipple. Our final coupling had reopened the wound, and fresh blood was visible on my shoulder.

He dabbed at it with a paper towel.

 "Put something on that when you get home." He took me in his arms and gave me one last kiss. "Don't say anything. X-Ray's closed by now. I'm going to take you to your car." I nodded. and followed him up one flight of stairs. He swung open a metal door, and there, not 30 feet away, was my car. The parking garage was nearly
deserted. And the cars which had been adjacent to mine were gone. I turned, puzzled, back to this wonderful 50 to 60 year old man. "How did you know?" "I saw you drive up. I saw the rainbow sticker in your back window. Now go. I've got to get back to work, and you've got to get home." For the last time I did as I was told. I feel his cum and piss leaking onto my underpants. Itâ€™s seeping into my jeans where the wet spots have turned a deeper shade of blue. Even the chair
beneath me is a little moist. The abrasion on my shoulder has dried to a pinkish oval of tiny byte marks. Only where his teeth penetrated deepest is their any indication of the
formation of a scab. I havenâ€™t the heart to shower or use an antiseptic. I think Iâ€™ll go to bed just like this, and let cum what may. Itâ€™s been a long time since Iâ€™ve
been treated so brutally. And I miss it already.

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Went to the baths last night. Started out in the TV room where this motorcycle type went down on me. I didnâ€™t recognize him at first, but soon realized
weâ€™d met before. I recollected back to the night when, as he walked out my room, heâ€™d said, â€œOh, by the way, Iâ€™m poz. You might want to get tested..â€ Iâ€™ve done a lot of sex since then, and, like a knocked up teenager, Iâ€™m not really sure who the father is. I was just glad to see him out and about,
spreading the seed. While he was sucking me, this other guy I walked in. I recognized him, too. I remembered how he so suddenly had to take a leak after I told him I was poz.
He didnâ€™t recognize me since the only light in the room was coming off the TV and motorcycleâ€™s back blocked his view. He began screwing motorcycle while he was going down on me. Iâ€™m sure he wouldnâ€™t have done that if heâ€™d known motorcycle is poz. I thought about
putting a bug in his ear. Just to get a reaction. But I was having such a good time and he hadnâ€™t recognized me, so I thought Iâ€™d leave well enough
alone. Motorcycle guy, whoâ€™s quite an operator, soon turned the tables on neg and put it bareback right up his ass. That pleased me no end, cause I thought this
mealy-mouthed fag, more than anyone else in the world, deserved to get bred. Pretty soon, like he was reading my mind, motorcycle pulled out and offered me negâ€™s hole. Fag was bent over with his head on the bench, so he had no idea
who was doing him. I entered him enthusiastically and it was easy cause of all the precum motorcycle had left behind. Fact is, I was a little too enthusiastic, and in a matter
of minutes shot my jizz deep inside his ass. Revenge is so sweet. When I reached the doorway, I turned back. Poz had resumed reaming him using my jizz for lube. I watched a look of recognition and surprise creep over fagâ
€™s face as he recognized whoâ€™d just cum in him. I blew him a kiss and walked off. I needed to recuperate and headed for the sauna where I sucked off this really sleazy dude. Sometimes I get in the mood for raunch, and this guy had all
the qualifications. Totally gross and ugly. I noticed a lot of red spots on his legs and chest and figured they were the beginning of AIDS. I listened to
him moan as he pumped his dirty jizz into my mouth. Just to make sure I got every drop, I swallowed twice and wrapped my lips around his skinny, stinking
dick till it went soft. As I left the sauna, this hot daddy type came out of the shower. He had a really fat dick of the kind that comes from doing a lot more than pissing. He
headed right into the sauna Iâ€™d just come out of. I followed him in and sat down right next to him. AIDS guy sat across from us playing with himself and
taking it all in. I didnâ€™t waste any time going down on his hot bloated dick and oversized balls. Pretty soon he suggested we go up to his room. Probably a little self-
conscious with AIDS guy there. For lack of anyone else to do, I followed. When the door closed behind us I pigged out on his dick and balls; and, like the good WHORE I am, tongued his nips. That really got him going. So much so
in fact that my legs were on his shoulders before I knew what was happening. I wondered if I could take anything that fat up my ass. I grabbed at the
poppers on the bed shelf and inhaled deeply. He greased my hole and slid it into me. I felt my MANCUNT being stretched to its limits. For the next 20 minutes he screwed me. On every thrust he plunged deeper and deeper. I inhaled the
poppers again.. He hadnâ€™t used a rubber, even though there were several of them on the bed shelf. That was fine with me. I think sex should be raw and
natural. And damn the consequences! After ages he thrust harder and moaned loudly as he flooded my guts with cum. I wrapped my towel around me and thanked him. He responded by saying the
pleasure was all his. I took 4 other loads that evening, each made easier by the spunk already in me. And gave one more in return. To a young guy who could hardly have been out
of his teens. But I have to give credit to motorcycle guy who started it all. If it werenâ€™t for him, I probably wouldnâ€™t be poz, and probably wouldnâ€™t have been
there last evening. Oh, by the way, I always do bareback.

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It was Monday, my only night off. I was trying to get in all the extra hours I could to pay for Christmas. By 9 PM I'd already hit most of the bars, with
nothing to show for it. But since I'm not much of a drinker, that didn't matter. It was too early to go home, so I decided to hit the Tubs. 
Being Monday, my expectations were minimal; but where thereâ€™s life thereâ€™s hope. I paid the Clerk, got my keys, and entered. The Baths are a 3-story
affair, in dark reds and black, with golden highlights. It was quiet as I hiked up the stairs to my 2nd floor room, the only sound the blaring music from
the house speakers. I found my room, went in, and stripped. 
I'm not a bad looking guyâ€”at least average, Iâ€™d say. Maybe better. Iâ€™m no movie star; but not a troll, either. â€œNot bad,"
 I thought, giving myself a final appraisal as I headed out the door. 
I wandered the floors, checking out the TV Roomâ€”only an old guy watching porn and playing with himself. I headed to the basement to the Sauna and Steam
Room. 
On the stairs, I passed this absolutely gorgeous hunkâ€”tall, muscular, movie star face, and eyes you could die for. We nodded and smiled at each
other; but I thought no more of it, cause I figured I wasnâ€™t his type. 
I got to the Steam Roomâ€”nothing there. So I headed to the Maze. The Maze is very dimly lit so you can see shadows but no details. I started at one end
and worked my way through, checking out the Glory Holes and side cubes en route. 

Right about center is an area called â€œThe Commons,â€ with padded benches surrounded by mirrored wallsâ€”deserted. I exited down the opposite

corridor where I literally bounced off Movie Star. As I regained my composure, I stammered an apology. (I always get tongue-tied near sexy guys.)

He likewise apologized, sliding around me in the narrow aisle way. I was about to continue when I felt a hand on my Butt. I turned, but no one was

there. Wishful thinking, I supposed, and headed for my room. 
As I usually do, I left the door open, stripped off my towel, and lay down on the bed. I don't know how long I lay there, half-dozing, half-awake, when
someone caressed my leg. I let the mysterious stranger explore his way up my thigh till he reached my Ass Cheeks. He squeezed and rubbed my Buttocks and
made a few tentative strokes over my warm cleft, before sliding down into my moist crack. As his fingers teased my Mancunt, I looked over my shoulder andâ
€”it was Movie Star! 
I started to turn to show him heâ€™d made a mistake, but he placed his free hand on my shoulder. 
"No, donâ€™t turn over. Unless you want me to stop." 
I was stunned! How could any guy object to having such fingers and thumbs in his Crack? After a while, he removed his hands from my Butt and give me the
best massage ever. 
When I couldn't take anymore, I sat up to return the favor. My hands caressed that beautiful man's body. I couldn't believe my luck. Gently spreading
his exquisite Buttocks, I delicately tongued his Rosebud. I heard a muffled "Oh My God!" as he drove his Ass into my face.

I thrust my tongue deep in his Hole and savored the Inner Man! 

"You keep that up and I'm gonna Cum, and I don't want to blow my Wad yet. So lie down on your stomach." 
He reached for the Lube on the table and scooped up a good sized gob which he progressively worked into my Hole, slowly opening my tight little Chute. I lay
there as he pushed one, then two, then three fingers into me. He stayed with three fingers for a while, as I moaned and groaned in pleasure, my Ass twisting
in sync with his thrusts. Then I felt a fourth finger work it's way in. 
"Iâ€™ve never been fisted before!" 
He grunted and pulled out his fingers, leaving my Asshole open and empty. Afraid he was pissed, I exclaimed, â€œIâ€™m
not saying no. I'm just asking you to go slow, cause Iâ€™ve never been fisted before." 
"And you're not going to be now." 

He pushed my legs further apart, and I felt something huge press against my Bud. I realized at that moment that I had only seen his Cock soft, when it had

looked about averageâ€”four inches long, well shaped, with a nice headâ€”well, maybe a little bit thick. 
"Omigod! He's gonna rip me apart!" 
To my relief, he didn't plow in, just used a steady pressure while gently stroking my back. I relaxed enough for the Head to slip in. 
Once he was securely in me, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees, which freed his hands to roam over my body. Reaching beneath me, he found my Nips, and
began to twist and pinch them. With each tug, he pressed in a little further, stopping from time to time to allow me to adjust. 
Never had I had such a big Dick in me! After what seemed like ages, his Pubes finally connected with my Ass Cheeks! When I was firmly impaled, he lifted
me up so that I was on my knees and leaning against his hard chest. I lay my head on his shoulder; and he kissed my neck. 
Then, and only then, did he force his massive ManMeat into me. My head was spinning from the sensation. Pulling His Shaft out until just the Head was in
me, he slammed It back in to the Root. My God! I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven! I couldn't believe how deeply he penetrated me. Seemed like I
could actually feel him hitting my stomach. He began to plow me in earnest. I thought â€œThis is it!â€ and moaned with
pleasure. Faster and faster he pumped, his Balls bouncing off my Butt. 
"Harder, deeper," I urged him. Grunting like an animal with every stroke, I begged for his Load. 
"Please, give IT to meâ€”P-L-E-A-S-E!" 
The more I implored him, the more frenzied his thrusting became, until I thought the friction would set us afire! Finally, with one last massive stroke, he
pounded his Seed into me. I felt every throb and pulse as Jet after Jet of his Jizm flooded my Innards! Gradually his body relaxed, and his Cock softened
and slipped out, trailing a dribble of translucent Cum. He lay beside me, running his hand over my chest and stomach, teasing my atrophied Dick. He leaned
over and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he gazed at me sadly. 
"About what just happened&#8212Iâ€™m POZ. I may just have given you
AIDS!" 
Pulling his head to my shoulder, I held him close. 
"Itâ€™s OK. It was bound to happenâ€”sooner or later. But I'm glad it was you. That Screwing was worth it!" AND IT WAS!


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Before I was POZ, I only let guys Fuck me Dry, with no Lube other than their Precum or Spit.&#8195 I love being Fucked Dry&#8212so my Ass is more receptive
to Impregnation by Any and All Cummers.&#8195 
I beg guys to Cum in Me, and when the more conscientious ask if Iâ€™m sure, I respond â€œYES, POZITIVELY!â€ &#8195 Afterwards, I ask them their Status;
and, if they respond â€œPOZ,â€ I seek out other Dudes to Fuck their POZ JISM deeper into my Hole.&#8195 
I love dropping my pants against a Glory Hole and letting Mr-Anonymous have his way with me.&#8195 Not knowing his Status is a turn-on.&#8195 Now that
Iâ€™m POZ, I share my Seed the very same way.&#8195 
I was crossing the Park on my way to the Supermarket, when this Dude stopped me and started to chat.&#8195 The conversation ended in an Invite to his
Place.&#8195 Supermarket be damned! 
We headed for the BR, and it was obvious he wanted to Fuck Me&#8212almost as much as I wanted It.&#8195 He told me he wanted to shoot his POZ JISM in me,
to which I replied that Iâ€™d be delighted.&#8195 He pushed in his generous Cock up my Chute without Lube or Anything! &#8195 Boy, did that sting! &#8195
When he was close, I pushed back to meat each of his thrusts, till I felt his Dick spasm.&#8195 My Insides were viciously torn, only to be subsequently
soothed by a comforting coat of thick, Virus-Laden Creme.&#8195 

I see him on a regular basis; but Iâ€™m insatiable.&#8195 Iâ€™ve done so many Glory Holes I swear my Ass is permanently imprinted with the circumferences

of the hundreds rough hewn Glory Holes Iâ€™ve frequented. &#8195

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I saw him dancing in a nightclub and knew heâ€™d be the one. He was bopping away to the latest Modern Talking hit (â€œMrs. Robotaâ€) in a nightclub in
Berlin. Watching him move those lithe tight hips made me think of the pleasures that awaited. 
And wait I would. Iâ€™d choose my moment and then strikeâ€”leaving my prey little chance to escape. So, I sat back on my stool and watched him bop to the
song with his friends. 
He noticed me. The strobe hit his face. He was so beautiful. Barely eighteen, by the look of him. Dark blonde hair and slender hairless body, though I saw
him only at a distance. I returned a friendly smile. He smiled back. So cute, and soon he would be mine. 
After the song, he parted ways with his buds and came over. 
"Hi," he said. "You were watching me." 
I nodded. 
"See anything you liked?" 
I pulled him to my groin by his ass cheeks. "Why not come to my hotel and find out?" 
He gulped okay. 
Back at the hotel, we had a beer. I listened to him talk about his life and friends. He needed to be fucked, but was wary of "all those poz guys out there
who practice unsafe sex." Little did he know he was about to become one of us. 
As I listened to him ramble, I grew impatient. I dragged him to the bedroom and undressed him. I made him get between my legs and blow me. 
He looked so ingenuous sucking cock, I was certain he had plenty of experience. He grinned, and told me how much he liked older men. He felt so safe with
us. I couldn't help but smile. So sweet and innocent. Boys of his age are such a pleasure to knock upâ€”knowing theyâ€™ll be corrupted and spread the
seed. 
After making him slobber all over my cock and balls, it was time for fucking. I rimmed his ass and dug my nails deep into his hole to loosen and abrade him.

He was so tight, I asked if heâ€™d ever been fucked before. 

â€œYeah, but only safe sex.â€ We were certainly going to change all that. 
I lubed him and told him to get on all fours. As I was about to slide in, he freaked. 
"You're not wearing a condom!" 
â€œIâ€™m out of them,â€ and spent the next 10 minutes assuring him that â€œI donâ€™t have anything.â€ 
"You sure?" 
"Would I lie to you? I like you too much." 
"OK, thenâ€”long as you're sure." 
He got back on all fours. He didnâ€™t see me smiling. I applied more lube to his manpussy and slid my meat in him. I wanted him to feel every inch of me
pushing up his ass. 
â€œGo slow! Itâ€™s hurting!â€ 
"Relax! You might start bleeding, and we wouldn't want that." 
He thanked me for being so kind and considerate. 
Watching my dick slide in and out of him almost made me cum prematurely; but I got a steady rhythm going and fucked him for the next 30 minutes. I slammed
his ass from several positions to get him good and raw. Finally I told him to lie back and put his legs on my shoulders. 
"Pull out when youâ€™re ready, okay? Shoot all over my stomach." 
â€œMy pleasure.â€ I thought, â€œYeah, right, Kid! Like I'm gonna waste it! My load is going where itâ€™ll do the most good. Converting you to a cum
hungry poz slut.â€ 
After a few minutes, my balls tensed and I shot in him. His eyes got wide as he realized where I was unloading. He tried to pull off, but I was deep inside
him. He looked at me and almost cried. 
"I thought you were going to pull out." 
â€œToo close. Besides, Iâ€™m clean.â€ 
He looked at me suspiciously, so I tried reverse psychology. 
"Look. Iâ€™m safe. You trust me, donâ€™t you? Think Iâ€™d harm you? Is that what you're thinking?" 
He put his arms around me and apologized. 
â€œI had to be certain. There are so many poz guys around here. I donâ€™t want to end up like them.â€œ 
He almost made me laughâ€”but I continued the act. Before the night was over Iâ€™d spermed his ass twice more, and sucked the last neg load of his young
life down my throat. 
Every time I hear â€œRobotaâ€ I think of him. Knowing heâ€™s out there somewhereâ€” fucking, suckingâ€”with my bug in him. I doubt he knows it yet. And
when he learns, it wonâ€™t make any difference. Just knowing he has part of me in him forever arouses me. Still, overall, heâ€™s a good kid. Hope he enjoys it.

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My best friend Clint and I decided to go camping in the hills of southern Ohio where weâ€™d gone to college. Just to relive old times and chill out.
I drove down on Thursday and met Clint in the hills. We set up our tent, finished the campsite by mid-afternoon, and decided it was time for cocktails and
smoke. Clint started rehashing the good old days, when we had played together in 3-ways. 

He was amazed that weâ€™d done so many of the same guys together, and I was still neg while heâ€™d turned poz. I half-joked that, as many risks as Iâ€™d
taken, and continued to take, my conversion was imminent. He quipped that guys like me would never convert without an Act of Congress and Divine
Intervention. 

As the afternoon wore on, the booze flowed freely as did the smoke. It didn't take long for me to really tie one on. I just lay back and fell asleep in the
comforting warmth of the afternoon sun, to the rustling of the leaves, and Clintâ€™s familiar banter. 

When I awoke, my head was buzzing. It was night, and a campfire was glowing. I tried to get up, but couldn't. My wrists and ankles were bound to some
stakes, and I was lying face down on a foam rubber mattress. I was also butt-naked. Clint was sitting beside me fully clothed. 

"What the fuckâ€™s going on?" 

â€œGood evening, sleepy head,â€ he drawled. â€œThat little something I put in your drink worked wonders. Those knots are from my scouting days, so donâ

€™t even try. I feel so lousy about you still being neg, Iâ€™m gonna convert you.â€ 

I demanded he untie me, and called him every name in the book; but he just laughed and ran his hands down my back. He massaged my ass cheeks and worked his
thumb into my crack. 

He disappeared into the tent and came back with a brown paper bag. He told me it was time to begin my initiation, so I might as well relax and enjoy it.
He shoved poppers in my face, and I was flying. 

From the bag, he produced an assortment of dildos, and said he intended to do me some serious damage before he mainlined me. 

I begged him to stop this insanity, but he rambled on about how Iâ€™d thank him someday; and the sooner we got started, the better, because this was not
necessarily going to be pleasant; and how he was doing what he thought was best for our relationshipâ€”AND PROCEEDED TO RAM AN UNLUBED DILDO UP MY ASS TO
THE HILT! 

God, that stung! I screamed! Clint told me to go ahead and yell my head off. No need to gag me. Nobody was near. Heâ€™d checked that out while I was
asleep. He gave me more poppers, and continued his assault with various dildos. 

He knelt to show me the dildo he was using. Theyâ€™d grown progressively larger. It was pink and tapered and covered with pointy latex spikes. But it was
also covered with slime, ass juice, and blood. A little maniacally, Clint grinned, "Ready for the Feature Presentation, Buddy Boy?" 

It came as a relief when he pushed his fat 7-inch dick into me. Compared to the dildos, it was nothing compared to the pain Iâ€™d experienced; and his
precum actually provided some lube. Clint started pumping my butt, telling me how good I felt. 

He picked up the pace and rutted me like a buck in heat. My ass was so sore it was almost numb. The sweat from his forehead dripped onto my neck and
drooled down my back. He grabbed my shoulders and pistoned me passionately. 

Finally he pushed all the way in and lay still. â€œHere comes Pay Day, Buddy Boy!â€ he whispered,â€ as the Fucker spewed what seemed like a gallon of poz
jizz into my mangled and mutilated butt. He grunted like a pig, and after a few more strokes, pulled out. 

I could see by the firelight his cock was covered with blood, my blood. He wiped his dick on a washcloth, then used the same washcloth to streak blood,
shit, jizz and slime onto my face. I suspected I resembled a bloody Indian. 

"Love You, Buddy Boy. And maybe now you and I can be one." 

He rolled a sleeping bag under my thighs and left me there an hour for me to incubate. 

When he untied me, at midnight, we had a major knock-down-drag-out. Good thing I have a sense of fair play, or Iâ€™d been out of there in an instant; but as
it turned out, we slept in each othersâ€™ arms until daybreak. 

Two weeks later, I got sick as a dog, and stayed that way for a week. Clint was with me the whole time, and weâ€™ve been lovers ever since.

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My Conversion
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I started barebacking when I was 21. I was dating a guy who was POZ. He was a total Bottom, and I hadn't yet found out what I was—so I accommodated him. After a few torn and ripped Condoms, I concluded I was more likely to die in an auto accident than to acquire HIV from a Bottom. <o:p></o:p>
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After we broke up I discovered the joy of bathhouses. I had a friend who was big on bookstores, so I persuaded him to go with me to the Baths. I always topped bareback unless the Trick asked for a Condom. All that changed two years ago. For once in my life, I wanted to get fucked. I asked my Buddy to fuck me. In seconds he had his Dick up my Ass. I'd never pried into his Status, but told him to pull out if he were POZ. He did.<o:p></o:p>
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By the time my POZ Bud moved away, I'd converted to full-time Bottom on an unending quest for a regular Fuck Buds. I took on all Cummers and never asked anyone to pull out. I figured I was POZ already, so what the hell!<o:p></o:p>
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Life in a small town sucks when it cums to sex. Often you gotta travel for miles. So I didn't get out very often—what with work and all. <o:p></o:p>
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Around December I couldn't find any sex what with the holidays and bad weather. I sunk into a slump. Over the next several months I had sex with a few local guys. <o:p></o:p>
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In March I got tested, and the results came back NEG. The Counselor told me the tests were 90% accurate after 3 weeks. In the 3 weeks prior, no one had shot up my Ass, so I had a clean bill of health. I figured that was my second chance, and maybe I should reconsider my lifestyle. I swore off the Baths. I allowed locals who said they were NEG to fuck me—because in a town this size you can't conceal your Status very long. Any POZ guys I ran into always lived too far away—so I could chat without fearing they might want to meat up. <o:p></o:p>
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Saturday of Memorial Day weekend I worked until evening and didn't have to be back till Tuesday afternoon. That gave me most of the weekend to fuck around. I logged on, intending my first stop to be the local Chat Room, but I misclicked and ended up in a Cincy room by mistake. Within seconds I got an i.m. from a Dude in the burbs. He was really horny and wanted to drive up and fuck me.<o:p></o:p>
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"You're a Top?" I inquired with some trepidation.<o:p></o:p>
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"Totally and completely. And I only bareback."<o:p></o:p>
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I couldn't help it. MY KINDA GUY!<o:p></o:p>
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"You POZ or NEG?" he asked.<o:p></o:p>
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I told him I'd just tested NEG, and he announced that he was POZ. "Is that a problem?" <o:p></o:p>
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I took a deep breath. My ongoing conundrum—POZ or NEG. How I responded could (and did) affect the rest of my life. But simply put, I was bored, lonely, and desperate for sex. I decided to play semi-safe. It'd worked in the past. After all, I was still NEG.<o:p></o:p>
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"No problem," I responded, "but I might ask you to pull out."<o:p></o:p>
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"Your call. Ever been fisted?"<o:p></o:p>
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"I think I'm too tight. Love watersports, though."<o:p></o:p>
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"Oh, yeah!"<o:p></o:p>
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"And humiliation..."<o:p></o:p>
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"Can you call me?" He gave me his number.<o:p></o:p>
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I called him right away. I gave him directions, and we made arrangements to meat at midnight.<o:p></o:p>
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He arrived at 12:30. His pic didn't do him justice. He was totally hot. I'm not the skinniest guy in the world, and I prefer partners who are slightly rotund. Otherwise I get insecure thinking I'm fat and wondering what some greek god would want with a fat slob like me. <o:p></o:p>
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He was thinner than I, but no 6-pack abs or anything, so I felt at ease. I took him in my mouth and shortly thereafter he rimmed me. He slid up my body, kissing me, and pushed in me dry. It hurt, but not as bad as other dry fucks. He flipped me on my back—my knees pressed to my chest, my legs flung over his shoulders. A couple of times he froze deep within me. I was thinking I shouldn't press my luck. I told him to pull out. <o:p></o:p>
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"UGHHHHH! TOO LATE!"<o:p></o:p>
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I figured he'd give me fair warning, but he was the strong, silent type. Though it never really hurt, using only Spit for Lube, I knew I had to be torn up inside. I felt elated, yet feared that Fate would yet extract it's Pound of Flesh. He whispered he could cum again; and since I'd already crossed the line, I saw no reason to demur. <o:p></o:p>
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I could taste my Cum and Ass Juice on his Shaft, unadulterated by latex or lube. I sucked him till I ached. We threw caution to the wind. He wanted me to cum when he did. I jerked slowly, anticipating he'd shoot. Maybe it's my submissive side, but I think a Bottom should never cum till the Top is satisfied. <o:p></o:p>
He grabbed my Dick, stroked me, and I shot. True to his word, he spooged simultaneously, whispering what how spiritual it felt to feel me spasm round his Cock. He pushed me on my stomach, and stuck his finger up my Ass, then in my mouth, then back up my Ass, then past my cum-deprived lips, force-feeding me his creamy white Toxin.<o:p></o:p>
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Since I had just gotten off, I wasn't in the mood for further foreplay. I thought he was gonna fist me and told him that I couldn't handle that. <o:p></o:p>
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"SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!"<o:p></o:p>
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I tried—but it hurt like hell. It felt like he was forcing his whole fist up my Rump; and, in retrospect, he probably was. I believe he was purposefully roughing me up, cause, not 10 minutes later, he stuck his Cock back up my Pussy.<o:p></o:p>
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I reiterated I couldn't take anymore. He responded he'd "MAKE IT VERY QUICK AND DIRTY!" I didn't even feel like a Quickie by then. <o:p></o:p>
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"Wanna rest awhile?" I hinted none too subtlety. <o:p></o:p>
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"Nah!" he replied. "Got church in the morning." He shoved his Cock in hard and held it there.<o:p></o:p>
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I had tears in my eyes; but he whispered, "You can take it. You'll be okay. This won't take but a minute. You'll be a little sore in the morning; but in a few weeks, you'll cherish this forever." <o:p></o:p>
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He came in me for the 3rd time. I think he knew exactly what he was doing. I was not nearly as relaxed as when GETTIN' POZZED was just a fantasy. I knew he had scratched me up with his nails, just as surely as he had spewed Poison Jizm up my Cunt. <o:p></o:p>
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I couldn't cum again but I was still hard as a rock. I had taken 3 POZ Loads that Sunday. I wasn't concerned about HIV or AIDS, but I remember thinking that my Counselor at the Health Center would be pissed big time if he knew.<o:p></o:p>
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It was 4:30 am. I was worn out, and he still had to drive back to Cincinnati for church. We traded cell numbers. On the way downstairs he told me he had a Boyfriend who insisted on playing safe ("What a bummer!" was his aside) and they were moving cross-country next week.<o:p></o:p>
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Boy, did I feel like a Tramp! I had let the guy POZ me. I found that out later for sure. He had a Boyfriend, so there was no chance for any kind of LTR. And he was moving across the continent—so I'd never see him again. <o:p></o:p>
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I anticipated his Cum dripping out of my Hole. When that didn't happen, my first thought was that he hadn't cum in me at all. An orgasm is a relatively simple thing to fake. I went to the bathroom. Sure enough I did push out some Spooge—quite a lot, actually. I looked at it in the toilet. It had taken on that buff color that old Cum acquires as it ages.<o:p></o:p>
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I stared at the Lethal Jizm that had congealed in my Pussy, wondering if it had taken. If my tests came back NEG, then I'd won another reprieve—but would I screw that up as well? <o:p></o:p>
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Getting POZZED is scary, but potentially liberating. But testing NEG again would bore me to tears. I didn't know how I wanted it to cum out. As it turned out, my druthers were irrelevant. This cat had used up all of his nine lives. <o:p></o:p>
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My Little Cholo
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It was the weekend and I was craving some hot, messy Spooge. I don't know what it is about me, but having my Mancunt shot full of Jizm is programmed into my system. I can't go too long without suffering from Cum Deprivation. <o:p></o:p>
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In my opinion, a Fuckhole, male or female, exists primarily for the purpose of getting spunked and getting bred (i.e, POZZED). There's nothing hotter than a guy with POZ Spooge oozing out of his hot slimy Hole.<o:p></o:p>
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Online I got hit on by a couple guys whom I invited over. The first was a 22 year old Hispanic, about 5'10" with shaved balls and a nice thick 6 inches. <o:p></o:p>
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In seconds, my little Cholo had his Dick up my Ass, fucking the Shit outta me. Those HIV Meds will do it to ya every time. My Butt started making those squishy sounds—a sure sign that I was getting bred bad. Whispering in my ear, the Youngster rasped in his heavy Latin accent, "You like that, doncha?" <o:p></o:p>
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I could only grunt my approval. The dude nailed me every which way--on my back with my legs twisted over my head—and on my knees as his fingers scratched and milked my Nips while I, my lips pressed to my cell, gave directions to Top#2.<o:p></o:p>
 
When it seemed like I could take it no longer, the nasty Fucker grabbed my Dildo and, pressing it and his Dick against my Pucker, simultaneously plunged both into me. Beaten senseless by the assault, I didn't know whether I wanted him to continue till I heard myself bellow, "Fuck me harder! Cum up my Ass!" <o:p></o:p>
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The air was rife with our man smells--our sweat, the juice from my Ass, and the Spunk from his Cock, all intermingled in a heady, intoxicating aroma that pervaded the room. There was no escaping the pervasive odour of promiscuous Mansex.<o:p></o:p>
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He tore the Dildo out of my Ass, pulled me to my knees, and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, before spunking my Hole with a beautiful warm, gushing flood of Death Seed.<o:p></o:p>
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I could not move, because his arms were wrapped tightly about me; but I did manage to grind my buttocks against his pelvis to ensure we remained one in the same. I live for the joy of taking Jizz up the Ass and wanted him aware of my gratitude for the Gift and how much I appreciated his contribution.<o:p></o:p>
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I was likewise aware that his beautiful Fuckstick had been indirectly exposed to hundreds of Loads from my previous Lovers, and all the risks (e.g., HIV, Clap, the Syph, and Hep B) that went with them.<o:p></o:p>
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It blew my mind that he was only 22 and so horned up that he was willing to do a Cumslut like me—who opens up for any Fag who wants to fuck him. <o:p></o:p>
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When he said I looked younger than my years, I wasn't sure if he meant he liked 'em boyish (which I am) or innocent (which I most definitely am not). What he didn't know was that this "boy" (who goes out of his way to avoid getting tested) regularly takes 2 or 3 loads a night and 10 to 20 on weekends.<o:p></o:p>
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We lay united for a while, and a few minutes later, he shot again—that time Hot Gold—his Piss soaking my Cunt and my Guts. It was all there—his Piss and Cum and my Ass Juices—swirling and churning in a brownish Toxic Blend in my convulsing Mancunt. <o:p></o:p>
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I imagined this Toxic Brew siphoning back through his Piss Slit, winding down through his urethra, squeezing through microscopic tears in his capillaries, and burrowing into his T's, where it could fester--later to devastate his mind and body. <o:p></o:p>
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He left in an hour. I had two other piggy visitors that night, each of whom marked his territory in my Pussy. Such is the way of true love. <o:p></o:p>
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<center>I have to agree that guys with AIDS, KS, and Wasting Syndrome are fucking hot! </center>
My Lover died of AIDS a year ago. I loved him deeply; but since he was adamantly opposed to anything
unsafe, I never mentioned the dark fantasies I harbor. He'd be pleased to know Iâ€™m still NEG, BUT Iâ€™M NOT. I see Status as a Symbol of Success or Failure. I
must try harder.
I wonder if his Life and Death represented a vast, missed opportunity, which left me unfulfilled. Perhaps I was deprived by
his stifling dedication to propriety. Each night I lie awake and fantasize about what might have been. 
I would have loved to feel his hot streams of Tainted Piss overfill my Gullet till my Belly brimmed with hot Excretion and his
Dick drooled Lethal Precum past my parted Lips. 
Iâ€™d have thrust my tongue up his sweaty Asshole till he drove his diarrhetic Mancunt down upon my wanton Lips. And
when Iâ€™d devoured all he had to offer, Iâ€™d get my Just Deserts. 
His swollen Shaft would assault my Pussy, as Toxic Precum oozed from his Purple Slit. Heâ€™d tear at my Innards with that
unyielding Pole till I was torn and swollen. And like some Cheap Whore, Iâ€™d holler, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Rip my Hole! Ram your Cock In! Deeper!" 
Iâ€™d gladly bear the pleasure of his Pole, as he reamed my once inviolate Ass Walls. In wonder Iâ€™d listen to his raspy, ragged exhalations. Without warning heâ€™d slam his steely Shaft in sharply, with every ounce of strength his Sick Body could muster. Heâ€™d lean forward and hiss between clenched teeth, â€œYou're mine forever
now." 
His Cock would jerk inside me as he spewed Deadly Venom up my Ass. Again and again heâ€™d jab me viciously, assuring
implantation of his Deadly Seed. Heâ€™d collapse upon me as Precious Jism
spewed past his Piss Slit. Heâ€™d demand I clamp my Asshole about his Tool; then carefully and slowly heâ€™d withdraw, so as not to allow a Droplet to
escape. 
Heâ€™d prod his rigid Rod between my chafed Lips, so I could cleanse his cankerous Shaft with Saliva. And thereâ€™d still be traces of Death Seed oozing past the Tip. Heâ€™d grin and fill my Orifice with another load of Buggy Piss.
I ONLY WISH!

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My Lover (donâ€™t I wish!) first Fucked me four years ago. &#8195 He picked me up at the Club. &#8195 Before we left for my place, he made sure Iâ€™d fuck
BAREBACK. &#8195 That night he put three Loads up my Ass. &#8195 
A few weeks later a friend of mine pointed him out and warned me to avoid him. &#8195 â€œHeâ€™s POZ!â€ &#8195 I didnâ€™t say anything at the time, but I
really freaked out. &#8195 I got tested TWICE. &#8195 Both times the results came back NEG. &#8195 
For three years I avoided him like the Plague. &#8195 Then last summer we left the Club at the same time, and walked together awhile&#8212just innocuous
chitchat. &#8195 It was nice having someone to talk to. &#8195 When we walked past the Park, he came on to me, saying he wanted to Fuck me. &#8195 I
sucked him, but wouldnâ€™t let him Cum in my Ass. &#8195 It was a decision that was destined to haunt me. &#8195 
I began to obsess about him. &#8195 Each time I saw him, I dreamt of contracting the Bug. &#8195 I was sick of being afraid &#8212of HIV, Syph, the Clap,
the whole gamete of STDâ€™s that made me play SAFE. &#8195 I figured the only way was to confront them. &#8195 
I hate to admit it, but AIDS was especially appealing to me&#8212like it was where I wanted to be. &#8195 Maybe I felt I deserved it. &#8195 Maybe I wanted
to die. &#8195 Maybe I was simply turned on by the Dude. &#8195 I donâ€™t know. &#8195 Iâ€™m not a very good psychoanalyst of myself. &#8195 Then one
Saturday evening I approached him and hinted Iâ€™d be delighted to be Fucked&#8212BAREBACK&#8212if he still wanted me. &#8195 
I barely had his Cock in my Mouth, before he had It buried deep in my Cunt. &#8195 He stayed the through the night, and I took his fourth Load up my Ass
shortly before Dawn. &#8195 After each Climax weâ€™d cuddle and kiss. &#8195 I figured he was biding his time&#8212giving the Bug plenty of opportunity
to absorb. &#8195 And I didnâ€™t protest. &#8195 By morning I was convinced he was as much a Gift Giver as I was a Bug Chaser&#8212which was why we were
so compatible. &#8195 
Weâ€™ve been together maybe a dozen times since then. &#8195 Heâ€™s never admitted his Status, and Iâ€™ve never told him I know. &#8195 Heâ€™s very
Promiscuous, and a Top, and never uses a Rubber. &#8195 He especially likes young things in their late teens or early twenties. &#8195 
I get jealous. &#8195 Each time he goes off with one of those Dudes, I compensate. &#8195 Usually I go after the ones who donâ€™t look too healthy. &#8195
You know the type&#8212 sunken cheeks or excessively skinny. &#8195 
My only requirement is that they TOP and do it BARE. &#8195 Sometimes they admit that theyâ€™re POZ, but usually the subject never cums up. &#8195 I guess
they figure I know what Iâ€™m doing, or that Iâ€™m already POZ. &#8195 I havenâ€™t been tested since Iâ€™ve been Fucking the Dude, so I donâ€™t know one
way or the other. &#8195

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Several weeks ago I was bored out of my tree and horny as hell. I make it a policy to keep in touch with a circle of guys who like to get serviced. And
every couple of weeks I send out messages on several Yahoo bareback groups aimed at the local talent: "Come as you are. Drop your shorts. Get blown. Get
fucked, or ride me off into the sunset. No names. No questions. No holds barred. Call or email . . . " 
I enjoy meating the horny guys who answer my ad. Some of the guys I meat become regulars. Call anytime, and we'll arrange a get-together. Even if you just
want to drop by on your way home from work and drop a load in my mouth, then head on home to the little woman. Yeah, right! No shortage of married men in
my little group, guys whoâ€™ve made a mistake and are doing their best to rectify it. And some of them give me their cell and office numbers, so I can
contact them. 

I was feeling bored, horny, and hot to poz someone. My dentist had told me a few days before that I have a KS lesion growing on my tongue. First symptom.
So I called this kid I've seen off and on for a couple of years. Every so often he calls cause he wants to get his rocks off. He's about 24, and considers
himself Bi. 

He likes to top, but always talks about getting fucked. We didn't connect until late the next afternoon. But he jumped on his motorbike and got his ass
over here just as soon as I offered to suck his ass for a couple hours. 

When he got here, he wasted no time in dropping his shorts. We made out a little, but I made a point of not kissing him so he wouldn't feel the KS. He laid
on the bed and spread his legs like a good little whore. I rimmed him to get him relaxed. He was a little surprised when I cuffed his right hand to the
headboard. 

"What the hell, man?" 

â€œRelax,â€ I said. "Don't sweat it. I'm not gonna hurt you. I haven't hurt you in two years. Why should I start now?" 

I went back to tonguing his ass. He's always sweet and clean, and just melts when he gets rimmed. 

When he got to lifting his ass to meat my tongue, I just raised up over him and sunk my prick into his mancunt with one smooth stroke. He was ready for a
ride. No resistance at all. 

"Fuck me, man." 

Without a thought about safety or condoms or a â€œDon't cum in my ass!â€ he just started bucking onto my dick like a fucking machine. He was great! I was
so horny to unload in someone I was afraid I wouldn't last long. But I slowed down his rhythm and managed to hold on for quite a while. 

Without changing position we must have fucked, off and on, for half an hour, which only made my load bigger and my balls more eager than when he walked in.


"Do you like barebacking?" 

"Yeah, man!" 

"First time?" 

"Not really. But I've never taken it this long before. Can we take a break so I can stretch my hand?" He wiggled his right hand in the cuff. 

"You don't really need to, do you? I want to shoot a load of jizz up your ass." 

"You're not poz, are you?" 

"I'm not only POZ, I have AIDS. How does that grab you?" 

Needless to say, it didnâ€™t. 

"Oh, shitâ€” don't! No, man, no! I don't want it! Please don't! I don't know what I'd do if . . ." 

I let him whine for a few minutes. Actually his begging got me hotter. Just as I was seriously considering letting him go, I lost control and shot a load
of hot virus-laden cum up his ass. He screamed like I'd cut him with a knife. 

I collapsed on his back. His shoulders sobbed beneath me. After a while I pulled out and tongued his ass clean. His sobs changed to hysterical laughter.


I rolled him over and shoved my tongue down his throat. The lesion is on the underside of my tongue, and as I wrapped my tongue around his, he could feel it.
I saw panic flicker back in his eyes. He tried to pull away, but he was on his back and I kept my mouth pressed to hisâ€”so he couldn't move. 

I reached to the table for the cuff key to free him. I don't know why guys don't get it. That rung in the headboard has been chewed up for years from where
guys have struggled with cuffs. Even when his hand was free, he didn't move. 

"Shit man. Why me?" 

"Why not you? You werenâ€™t playing safe. You were gonna get it, anyway. I just sped things up a bit. 

"Iâ€™ve been fucked by poz guys before. I've just never been fucked by a guy who is actually sick." 

"One lesion doesnâ€™t make me sick." 

"I know, but . . .it freaked me out was how you wanted to give it to me. I could feel it. What freaked me out even more was how much I wanted it. God,
what a head trip. What a fuckin' brain fuck!" 

I could see from his undiminished hardon how hot his first AIDS fuck had been. "Ready for more? Slide that cock down my throat, or up my ass.â€ 

One thing led to another, and he spent the night and took 2 more of my poz loads.

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I had an interesting weekend. Friday night I hit the Baths. It was really pouring out, and there weren't many people there. <o:p></o:p>
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I met up with this cute, twentyish Asian and sucked him through a Glory Hole. After a while, I stood up, turned about, and pressed my Butt against the Hole. That spreads your Ass Cheeks wide, leaving you vulnerable to whomever is on the other side, and that's exactly what I had in mind. <o:p></o:p>
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He slid in, fucking me, until I heard the pay dirt phrase. "I'M CUMING!" <o:p></o:p>
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"Cum on, then," I exhorted. "Give me your DIRTY CUM!" <o:p></o:p>
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He grasped my hips and slammed into me as his whole body shuddered. When he pulled out, I asked, "Was that really DIRTY CUM?" <o:p></o:p>
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He nodded and smiled and nodded again when I confirmed, "You're POZ?" <o:p></o:p>
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There were two guys there, one heavyset and dark, the other short and fair. I lowered my shorts and bared my Ass to signal my intentions. The short guy stepped into the stall and dropped his jeans. His Dick was long and thick. As the other guy looked on, I stole into the cubicle and locked the door behind us. With my back to my provocateur, I dropped my shorts, and offered him my Pussy. He seemed reluctant so I backed up on his Dickhead. Before long he was sliding in and out of me with glee. <o:p></o:p>
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 "Yeah, Man, shoot your DIRTY SEED!" <o:p></o:p>
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My inference that it was OK with me if he were POZ appeared to flic his bic. He passionately plowed into me till he could hold back no longer. When he pulled out, my Mancunt was awash with Cum. I thanked him, inquiring point blank, "You POZ?" <o:p></o:p>
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"You asked for DIRTY CUM," the guy replied as he dried his Dick with toilet paper. <o:p></o:p>
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"Are you going to POZ my Ass?" I queried. <o:p></o:p>
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After they left, the two new Strains dripped copiously down my leg, demanding I perform one final ritual. I got my Butt Plug from the car, scooped the Bug back up my Pussy, trapped it there so it could fester, and sucked the remnants off my thumb. <o:p></o:p>
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Yours Trulyâ€”The Gifter Troyâ€”Neg Bottom
Mikeâ€”Neg Top Davieâ€”Versatile Neg (Asian)
Jay (Javier)â€”Versatile Neg (Latino) Redheadâ€”Versatile Neg
Kevinâ€”Our Host Joeyâ€” Neg Bottom
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I found my way to a "Neg Only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great fun. I had to "apply" by email stating that I was neg and DDF and attach a full frontage pic and mug shot. Itâ€™s to my advantage that Iâ€™m young, and have a job that takes me outdoors and gives me lots of exercise, so Iâ€™m always looking tan and fit and healthy. My cock jumped when the door opened, and I spied the nine neg asses lined up to greet me. I was a "first-timer" which meant I had to act discretely, but that didnâ€™t alter my objective which was to poz, poz, poz! Myself included, there were two tops, four bottoms, and four versatiles. I started off with a married bottom named Troy, 28, blonde and blue-eyed, a PA transplant, so sweet and horny. We sat on the couch and made out. When he offered me his ass, I told him to sit on my dick and fuck himself silly. Eventually I pushed him onto his back, drew his legs to my shoulders, and pistoned until I delivered my first poz load of the night in his sweet virgin ass. Afterwards, I kept my dick in him to make sure my charge didnâ€™t leak out. Mike, a 30-something Italian top, came up from behind and slammed his shaft into me. He pulled me off Troy, and stuck his dick into Troyâ€™s sloppy ass. He alternated between Troyâ€™s poz-filled ass and my long-pozzed hole. All the while I watched his reddening cock for abrasions. My mind worked feverishly on schemes to get Mike on the bottom. What a great affiliate heâ€™d make! I ruefully recalled the "Ruffies" (date rape pills) Iâ€™d left on the dresser. Iâ€™d have to have Mike over one evening real soon. I got to screwing Davie, a 23 year old Korean, till he decided heâ€™d rather be screwing me. Javier (Jay for short), a Latino with a short, fat dick, and a very cute Redhead joined us. The four of us ended up on the floor with Davie sitting on my dick. The Redhead crammed his shaft down Davieâ€™s throat while Jay fucked me. I was in pig heaven! Kevin, our host, interrupted to bring us some poppers, and soon we were flying. Someone suggested double-dicking. Jay pulled out of my ass to slip into Davieâ€™s hole beside me. Davie was a bit ambivalent about being double-fucked, and the Redhead offered his shaft as a diversion. Kevin fed Davie a tremendous whiff of poppers, and Jay slid into Davie with ease. What a wonderful sensation! My dick was in Davieâ€™s pussy, pulsing beside Jayâ€™s throbbing cock. It sent shivers all over my body. I blasted my second poz load of the evening into the Asianâ€™s neg ass, dousing Jayâ€™s cock with my virus. The Redhead replaced me, joining Jay in double- dicking the Asian. Davie moaned as my cumload-lubricant greased the two dicks engorging his mancunt. I watched them shoot into Davie, Jay first, then the Redhead, and salivated as they ground my bug into Davieâ€™s damaged rectum. I dozed for an hour before approaching my final conquestâ€”Joey, this short little guy, with closely cropped hair and brown eyes and the neatest little ass youâ€™ve ever seen on a gay man. Without saying a word, I led him to a corner and rimmed him. I had already cum twice, so I knew my third load wouldnâ€™t cum quickly. I fucked Joey mercilessly for 30 minutes, till he complained he was sore, then 10 minutes later I shot hard, fast, and furious. I figured Iâ€™d torn him up pretty good. It was only after cumming that I kissed him, lubriciously filling his mouth with my spit. He dug it. Iâ€™ve kept in touch with each of them. Of course, they think Iâ€™m neg. But that facilitates my objectiveâ€”which is to poz them all. Key is to convert the tops whoâ€™ll infect the others. The virusâ€™ll spread like wildfire, each of them thinking the others are neg. Then Iâ€™m gonna host a "Poz Only" party, and see who shows up. 

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I would love to be topped. Iâ€™m available anytime during the week and weekends. Iâ€™m 20, blonde, blue, 6'2", 155, 6.5" cut, and NEG. I want to be POZZED. Iâ€™m very
scared about doing it, but I really want it. I want someone who will not stop if I ask them toâ€”just in case I decide to back out.
I'm into Bondage, Leather, Rape Scenes, Watersports, CIGARS, and much more. I love guys that smoke big fat cigars. I have a very tight Ass. If
anyone's interested, let me know. I am only looking for guys OVER 30 AT LEAST! I am really into older men. If you are interested, please send me your
stats and a pic, too.
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I went to the Tubs with two objectives in mind: (1) to be a Cum Slut; and (2) to get my Bug into as many Asses as possible.

Unfortunately it was a very slow night. There wasnâ€™t much Cunt to be had. After some time scoping about and finding little of interest, I returned to my
room and left the door open. I was lying on my bed watching a Vid, playing with my Dick to keep it erect. 
Enter this bearish guy in his 60's, ample beard intermingled with gray; dark brown fur all over his body&#8212nervously gauging my reaction to his presence.

I nodded to let him know I wasnâ€™t displeased. He leaned forward and sucked meâ€”bypassing the small talk and introductions. 
I repositioned us so he could sit on my face and worship my DeathStick. With a couple licks of my tongue, I could
tell this guy was a Bottom and a needy/greedy Bottom at that. 
Pretty soon I was alternating between finger-fucking and eating his Hole. When I got three fingers in him, he couldnâ€™t resist. 
â€œCan I sit on your Cock?â€ 
â€œSuit yourself.â€ 

He slid down my body, and deftly lowered himself on my Shaft. â€œMan,â€ I thought to myself, â
€œif there was ever a guy ready for POZZING, he was it!â€ 
"Let me up so I can do this right." 
With him kneeling on the edge of the bed and me standing behind him, I plowed his Ass. 
"I think your fist would fit in me nicely.â€ 
I grabbed my KY Plus (the stuff with N-9, that facilitates POZZING). I lubed up my hand, on which I had cultivated two pointy
nails and worked it up his Chute. Yes, my Fist did fit quite nicely. After rummaging around, I withdrew to see the
results of my scraping. My mitt was speckled with red&#8212and with brown. I quickly
cleaned off on the inside of my towel. His Hole adequately prepped, I proceeded to plant my Bug up his Butt. 
Just as I was getting ready to shoot, a really hot sultry Bitch came in to watch, diverting attention from the treachery at hand. The Pig grew self-
conscious, and my own Lust diverted to the Twink in the doorway.
The Interloper departed, driven away by Pig Bottomâ€™s hostile glares. But our ardor diminished, we mutually decided to take a break. 
The Bottom remarked heâ€™d be back in an hour, with which I passionately concurred. 
Vowing never again to be diverted from so meritorious a Task, I setup for Pig Bottomâ€™s return. From my bag I withdrew a syringe needle, uncapped it, and
hid it beneath spare towel on the bedstand. Then I went about scoping out all floors once againâ€”stopping in the Smoking Lounge for a puff. 
In the murky steam room, I encountered the Twink whose unbidden entry had so calamitously upset my applecart. With his prolific Load dribbling down my
leg, I returned to my room to await Pig Bottomâ€™s return. 
I hadnâ€™t been back very long when there was a knock at the door. Again I got to dicking his Hole. While he was distracted, I retrieved the needle from
the bedstand, stabbed my forefinger several times, glanced down to ascertain I was bleeding profusely, and slid my fist back up his Butt. As soon as my
bloody finger caressed his Ass Walls, he went BANANAS! 
"Fuckinâ€™ Hot!â€ he exclaimed over and over again and blew his Load. 
Mind you, he knew nothing of what I had done to my finger; and I did nothing different with my Fist. I submit to you he was
NEG, and had intuitively discerned the onslaught of the Bug. 

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As a Bottom, I love getting barebacked, especially if the Top is POZ. However, no
matter how many Loads I take, it seems impossible for me to get The Gift. I haven't been tested for over a couple of
months, and Iâ€™m keeping my fingers crossed for my upcoming test. As far as Iâ€™m concerned, Iâ€™m as good as POZ (at
least until they let me down every 3 months). 
I was cruising the Net for guys to fuck me and ran across a guy who lived 10 minutes from my house. I let him know Iâ€™m a Bottom, and that my motto is
 â€œNo Condoms, No Pull Outs, and No Regrets.â€œ 
He said he was Versatile and would Top Me, and we decided to meet in an hour. It turned out he couldn't stay hard, and he asked me to fuck
him. I reluctantly agreed. Then he asked me to wear a Condom. 
â€œFirst of all, I donâ€™t use Condomsâ€”thatâ€™s my personal preference. And, secondly, I donâ€™t have any. I havenâ€™t bought any
in years.â€ 
Convinced that I was leveling with him, he agreed to let me fuck him bare. I told him that my other rules were still the sameâ€”that I
wouldnâ€™t pull out. 
â€œYou clean?â€ 
â€œOf course I am.â€ 
After all, Iâ€™d just taken a shower. I'm sure thatâ€˜s not what he meant, but thatâ€™s the question I answered. I fucked him good, and his only
complaint was that my P.A. tore him up. Later on, when I pulled out with blood on my Cock, I knew the Dude was telling the truth. At least the damn thing
got the job done. The entire time I kept thinking how great it would be if Iâ€™d been lucky enough to get The Bug. I
imagined my Cum being POZ as I fucked the Virus into his Innards. What a turn-on!

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Non-Anonymous Breeding<o:p></o:p>
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I love getting fucked by strangers. A week ago I was at the Baths. After a shower, I left the door open, turned off the light, and lay face down on the mattress with my legs spread. <o:p></o:p>
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I had only to wait a few minutes until he came in. He fingered my Hole, and, shortly thereafter, replaced them with a good-sized Cockhead. I took a deep hit of my Poppers as he pressed in and whispered, "You want my raw Dick up your Pussy?"<o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, Man! Fuck me! Use my Mancunt!"<o:p></o:p>
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He pounded me hard with quick, powerful strokes, his Death Stick pounding my flaccid Mancunt. I clamped my Ass Muscles about his Toxic Shaft, bringing him to the brink of climax. <o:p></o:p>
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"Oh yeah, Fuckin' Whore! Want me to breed your Pussy?"<o:p></o:p>
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"Please, sir. Gimme your Seed! Fill me up!"<o:p></o:p>
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"FUCK YEAH! HERE CUMS! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!"<o:p></o:p>
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He spasmed incessantly, filling my Asscunt with his Semen. After he had pumped the last of his Load, he collapsed on top of me.<o:p></o:p>
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He lay motionless, not moving a muscle. Were it not for his hard Shaft within me, I would have thought he were deceased. <o:p></o:p>
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Another minute and he began to fuck again. Jesus, he was an impassioned Fucker! After I took a few more deep hits of my Poppers, I wished the ride would never end. Having him in me was great and natural. I couldn't get enough of his FuckMeat!<o:p></o:p>
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"I'm gonna breed you again! I can't help myself! Tell me you want another Load!"<o:p></o:p>
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"Yeah, Man, goddamn it! I want EVERYTHING you got to offer."
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"Then EVERYTHING it shall be!" he exclaimed, thrusting in deeper. "Take my DIRTY SEED!"<o:p></o:p>
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There it was—all the cards on the table. With all the hints and innuendo, I had no doubt about his Status and didn't give a shit. All that mattered was Cock and his Semen. I figured sooner or later I'd have to pay. Nothing worthwhile cums free. <o:p></o:p>
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After awhile he pulled out, thanked me, and made his exit. I lay there, exhausted and sated, and fell asleep. When I awoke, there was a note on the floor. I turned up the room lamp to read it and was both fascinated and entranced.<o:p></o:p>
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"Hi, and thanks again for the meating!<o:p></o:p>
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“I knocked, but there was no answer, so I slipped this beneath your door.<o:p></o:p>
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"One thing I forgot to mention. You probably already guessed. Anyway, I better cum clean.<o:p></o:p>
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"I've had HIV for a while now. Last week the Doc said I’ve got AIDS. He says I may be a day late and a dollar short, since I’ve already used all the common Meds. <o:p></o:p>
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"So you may want to get tested; and if you test POZ, check your resistance. I'm sorry I didn't around to this earlier; but, frankly, I just needed to fuck. <o:p></o:p>
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"If, by chance, you want to try it again, I think I can find the time. I’m always here on Wednesdays—same time, same place, same station. Below you’ll find my email address."<o:p></o:p>
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If you think I was chilled to the bone by such audacity, you don’t know where I’m cumin’ from. Actually I got a hardon. Besides it took plenty of gumption to admit to such a grand deception, and I halfway admired the Man! <o:p></o:p>
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Again and again I reread his missive. He’d read me right. Carefully, I tucked it in my wallet. I had every intention of emailing him when I got home. <o:p></o:p>
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I cruised the University Towers last night.
The john was jumping. The stalls were occupied. The urinals were full. Two guys were at the sink and two leaned against the wall. 
When a newcomer walks in, they all zip up till the intruder is appraised. But I was recognized-the dude went back to feeling up his neighbor, and the others
took their cue from him. 
The two at the sink were lovers, poz-guys I'd done before, and who'd done me-not really to my liking that evening. But one of the dudes against the wall
had real possibilities-30's, short and muscular, with big blue eyes. He wore a shabby suit, a size too small, and had "MANMEAT" written all over him. 
Two of the guys at the urinals were black, and out of circulation, anyway, since they were playing with each other. The third, a shriveled old faggot, was
unappealing-the kind you save for when you're really desperate. 
I never got around to checking out the fuckers in the stalls cause Mr. Shabby kept giving me the eye. I leaned next to him and groped my crotch. His
compatriot moved off. He signaled back in kind and headed for the door. I followed. 
He seemed to know the building well. We wound up on the tenth floor in a john I didn't know existed. It was unoccupied. He sat down in the furthest stall.

I locked the door behind us. It was an original bathroom, not remodeled like the one below. The stalls were huge, with marble walls that ran from floor

to ceiling, and full length wooden doors. 
He unzipped my jeans and sucked me. I felt the jism boiling in my balls. I was gonna shoot, and didn't want that yet. I lifted him by the pits. 
I pulled off his shabby jacket and tugged his shirt out of his pants. He wore no underwear and you could smell the man. He had great pecs and a nice firm
gut. The guy worked out, or at least got lots of exercise. He'd shaved his chest and pubes, but that'd been days before, and an itchy, irritating stubble
had grown back. I chewed his tits, and he gripped my head and drew me tight against his abs. 
I blindly fumbled with his belt and tugged down his slacks and briefs. His cock was beer can thick. I stopped to take a gander. The head was red and
leaking precum. 
"Suck it," he commanded. 
I got on my knees and took that Choker down my throat. I gagged, but got a decent rhythm going. 
He sat back down and spread his legs as far as his trousers would permit. It struck me as particularly obscene, kneeling before a dude, sitting on a toilet,
sucking his fat cock-but that's me. 
He got up and leaned against the door. He spread his legs and invited me to rim him. I munched away. His butt hairs chafed my face, but I craved his
hole-thick and pouty, pink and soft. I chewed it, licked it, dug my tongue in it as deep as it would go. His ass smelled musky, manly, sweaty, and just a
little soiled. 
When I eased up, he went to back to sucking me. He grabbed my balls and stuck his finger up my ass. There was no deterring him nor my reaction. I fired
off five volleys in succession, and still his lips bobbed up and down my shaft, scarfing up the last drops of my jism. 
We kissed and he passed semen and saliva back to me. It tasted salty on his tongue. He spit the part he hadn't swallowed on his hand, and lubed his dick.

He turned me round and butted his huge cock against my hole. I yielded compliantly. My pussy popped as he split me open; pain radiated from my mancunt.

The cum and spit had eased his entry, but not by much. He plowed into me. I gasped and cursed, but that didn't stop him, nor did I want it to. He paused a
second as I grew used to his distended manhood, then pounded his humungous shaft in me. The squishy sounds of penetration, of balls and ass colliding,
resounded off the marble walls. 
"I'M CUMMIN'!" 
The smell of jizz and ass juice perfused the stall. As he withdrew, the remnants of his frothy cream leaked from my ass and glistened on his dick. I knelt
to lick the Fucker clean. 
I kept on sucking that beer can dick long after I'd drained his jizz and precum down my throat. It seemed so natural-his shaft in me-in either orifice. He
smiled smugly as I slutted on his pole. 
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. 
"YOU SAFE?" 
Our budding relationship was too good to ruin with truth. 
"YEAH, MAN, I'M NEG." 
He turned me round and realigned his shaft with my sore cunt. With a single thrust, he sank in me. Again I experienced that wonderful stuffed feeling I've
come to know and love. 
We fucked for 15 minutes. He plastered me against the door and kept on plowing. The guy was indefatigable. He'd reached around and pinched my nips. I
moaned in hedonistic agony. He dug a finger up my ass besides his pole. My cunt abraded painfully as his long nail gouged my pussy. His grunts rang
sonorous as he grew close to breeding. 
Tit for tat, I played with him, "YOU SAFE?" I didn't give a shit. I was merely being cute. 
He enunciated each word as he assaulted me. 
"I'M" (plowing hard) 
"NOT" (impaling me deeper) 
"SURE!" (payload on its way) 
"Ahhhhhhh! FUCK, MAN! TAKE MY LOAD!" 
Whereupon, divulging that he might be filling me with POISON SEED, he lunged forth with all his might and impelled a second wave of jizz in me.
Simultaneously I shot my own huge wad all over door and on my hand. 
His dick still lodged within me, he reached around and scooped up my jism dripping down the door and swallowed it. He pulled my hand back over my shoulder
and licked the cum from off my fingers. He whispered that he was going in for his results on Tuesday. 
"Actually I'm not as SAFE as I let on." 
Confused, he stared at me. "YOU'RE POZ?" 
I nodded, and wondered if I'd erred in my confession. 
We kissed, and what a carnal kiss it was-the trademark of the Brotherhood who barter sex for HIV and AIDS.

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Story #84 Title:
I'm a Bottom who never barebacked till November, '99. I met this Dude on a Phone Chat Line, and we decided to hook up.

We met at his place, and got right to It. He wanted to pound my Ass. We got on the bed, and he grabbed his Lube. Immersed in Lust, we were kissing and

making out. 
I wanted him in me bad, but he didn't have a Condom. He was â€œout.â€ I was so worked upâ€”I hadn't had sex for weeksâ€”that I gave in and let him
bareback me. His Dick was pretty thick, and he was none too reticent. He drilled me like a Sergeant, and I tried to
scoot away since he was pummeling me. 
After an eternity of my pulling off and him forcing himself back in, I lay on my back at the edge of the bed, legs hoisted to his shoulders, head dangling
over the side. I clawed the sheets for fear of tumbling off. I was about to beg for mercy, when he blew his creamy Load in my raw Hole. 
"Take My Charged Load!" 
That one sentence told it allâ€”there was no turning back. Heâ€™d bred my Ass with what he later described as "unmedicated 80 proof
POZ Cum.â€ That first encounter proved addictive, and I've craved POZ Cream ever since. I've not been
tested, but I must be POZ since I've taken so much more POZ Jism. 
I've recently been chatting with a 22 Y.O. who loves to bareback. I've almost got him convinced to take my Spooge.
Course I won't let him know I'm POZ, or likely so, till My Gift is deep within him.

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With the university and community colleges back in session and a three-day weekend at hand, all kinds of lusty cuties are imbibing at the pubs. I sweet-
talked a freshman into coming home with me last night, and he's walking around this morning poisoned and polluted. 
Let me tell youâ€”he had a fine Ass on him like two sweet little Apples you could hold in your hands! Like all forbidden fruit (no pun intended),
those Apples turned out to be irresistibly delicious! We were horny as hell and buck naked minutes after we hurried back to my place. 
As I backed him up against the bed, he stumbled and fell backwards on the mattress. In one fell swoop, I hooked his legs over my shoulders and plunged my
tongue into his Pussy. The Lad never had been rimmed before; and I had my face up his Hole for at least half an hour, reducing him to a quivering,
whimpering Seed Receptacle. When he started moaning as in "Mmmmmmm" and prodding me
to stick my tongue in deeper, he was primed. 
I mounted him and rode him. No prelude, no bullshit negotiations about Condoms or permission. Compressing his thighs against his rib cage, I plowed my
Shaft into his Hole, and fucked him slowly, intimately, succinctly. The friction grew intolerable as I pummeled his Prostate; and his succulent Mancunt
fluttered greedily and whorishly, begging for defilement with my forbidden Seed.
I impregnated him three times before sun up. We slipped into a sound, untroubled sleep at dawn, as my nuclear sperm marinated deep within his fertile Pussy.

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I was hanging at the rest stop 10 miles from my home, sitting in a cubicle, when I heard someone come in. 
He rattled the door and tapped his foot as a signal to open up. I did, and the door swung open. 
He didnâ€™t look like much, but I didnâ€™t care. He was MALE. Fifties. Overweight. Not the ideal man to many, but to me an angel of deliverance. Looks
can be deceiving, and that was confirmed when he unzipped and revealed a thick 7 inches. 
I pulled down my track suit and sat back down on the toilet. He stepped forward and massaged his huge shaft on my face. 
I licked my chops at the thought of that huge mushroom head entering me. His cock smelled like piss and shit, like it hadn't been washed in a month; though
I'm a dirty slut who thinks nothing of eating a shitty brown hole, so an unwashed dick is small potatoes. I pushed my mouth over the head, which was fat
enough that I had to stretch to avoid bruising him with my teeth. 
I sucked him like his was the last dick on earth and began to beat his shaft in a cum producing rhythm. The Fucker loved it. About 5 minutes later he
pushed my hand off his cock; and with his shaft still in my mouth, forced me back against the wall. 
â€œGag on it, cocksucker!â€ And he fucked my mouth. 
Slow strokes at first, then faster, till his rod was deep down my throat. Gag I did, a number of times, which made him pause, stop, holding himself
motionless in my mouth. 
Oh, God! Iâ€™ve ruined it! 
The first drops trickled down my throat, which became a shower, which became a torrent. It was impossible to keep up! I gulped and swallowed repeatedly,
but the overflow dribbled down my chin, soaking my previously immaculate Tee. 
When heâ€™d completely relieved himself, he pulled out; and tiny droplets dripped onto my pubes and cock. 
He told me to stand up and face the wall. An obedient slut, I complied. His hand pressed down on the center of my back, pushing me over. He positioned
his piss-slickened cock between my ass cheeks, meagerly lubing me with a mixture of piss, precum, and spit. 
Without further ado he forced the full length of his rod up my ass, right up to his pubes. It hurt so bad I could barely suppress a scream, let alone a
whimper. No matter. He obviously didn't give a fuck about me as he piteously rammed deeper into my tight, stinging hole. I loved it. Not the pain.
Cock up my ass. Iâ€™d do anything for that. 
I knew I was completely impaled when his balls slapped my butt. He began to pound me mercilessly, on every stroke nearly withdrawing, then plunging back in
so hard his balls slammed my ass. Iâ€™d never felt so horny in my life, and precum was oozing out of my piss-slit. 
But it was his orgasm, not mine. He began to moan. 
â€œYou want to cum in me?â€ 
â€œIâ€™m gonna cum in you, regardless.â€ 
Even his put-down, his disregard for the most rudimentary practice of safe sex, was a turn-on. A few seconds later he let out a grunt, and I felt that huge
shaft pulse buckets of hot creamy jizz into my gut. 
He withdrew, buckled his pants, and left. I stood there, legs apart, his sticky load trickling down my leg. 
I sat down, humbly awaiting the next trick who might chose to use my spermy mancunt. I vowed from that day forth, to be forever servile to my fellow man,
surrendering my body to holy manseed.

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OBSESSION<o:p></o:p>
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After a wild fuck at the Baths, when a Hot Muscle Dad pumped my Ass full with two Loads, I was starved for more. My Dick stiffened and twitched when I saw the Hot Fuck across the hall. He was about my height, 5-10, but maybe 20 lbs. lighter. He had all the markings of a POZ PIG—pale skin, hollowed out face, and an emaciated frame that reeked of AIDS. To top it off, he wore a PA that would tear up my Pussy so his Virus could sail, hook, line, and sinker into every nook and cranny of my bod. <o:p></o:p>
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I went into his room, dropped my towel, and his hot tongue massaged my Cock. Instinctively I made for his Pucker. His brown-pinkish Pussy oozed rancid Spooge that cut a glistening swathe down his bony Buttocks onto his emaciated thighs. The way he bucked back against my exploring digits told me what a desperate Cunt he was. <o:p></o:p>
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 Hot Damn! How could I resist? The only thing better than fucking a Tight Hole is Sloppy Seconds.<o:p></o:p>
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I flipped him on his back, straight-armed his legs, and dug my tongue deep into that sweet puddle of Man Juice. I slurped like a Fucker, swallowing most, and dumping the rest down his throat. Our faces were covered with Jizm as I rammed my Manmeat up that elegant Cesspool.<o:p></o:p>
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"Goddamn, Dude, how many Loads you got in there?" I could feel Jizz seeping out with every stroke.<o:p></o:p>
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 "Six, maybe seven, and I need more."
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 "You want my Dirty Fuckin' Load up your Ass? You want my Poison Jizm in your gut?" <o:p></o:p>
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Our Lust grew fervid as we got off on our mutual POZ connection. I fantasized I was the Angel of Death, fucking the lifeblood out of an innocent victim who begged on his death bed to be pumped full of Seed. And he was the quintessential POZ Junkie who, paradoxically, couldn't live with, nor without, a Deadly Fix. Simultaneously I was his Mentor and Executioner, determined to inoculate him with a Venom which would sicken and decimate every cell in his bod. Our passion grew vehement as we played out our darkest fantasies of DEATH and the BUG. <o:p></o:p>
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In conjunction with my grunts of pleasure and his groans of pain, sweat dripped from my pits onto his torso as I stared into the windows of his soul. <o:p></o:p>
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"You want it, don't you, you twisted Slut? You want to die of AIDS. That why you wanna be fucked?"
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"You got it, Man. Now cut the bull and inject me with your Deadly Seed!"
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 I slammed in hard, and my Balls spasmed as wave after wave of Toxin invaded his Mancunt. He shot his own Jizm all over his stomach, which I lapped up and fed back to his sex-crazed lips. <o:p></o:p>
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I collapsed in a drained heap on top of him, our lips caressing in a Cum-Drenched Kiss, our sated flesh slapping together as we wallowed in the Cesspool we had spawned. <o:p></o:p>
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The 18 year old I'm dating is a really sweet kid. I almost LOVE himâ€”at least as close to LOVE as Iâ€™m likely to get. It gives me such Pleasure to see
how heâ€™s progressedâ€”from a Nerd to a Proud and Prolific Gay Man. And it gives me Great Pride to know I SEEDED HIM FIRST and HE
CARRIES MY BUG. Great Feeling! 
Iâ€™ve considered asking him to move in. Right now heâ€™s rooming with two dudes: one about his age; the other, 24 or 25. Brian says theyâ€™re just
Roomies, but I wonder. The Younger is cute, Straight, and not very bright. I'll get around to drilling his Ass. The Older is a Jerk, the type Iâ€™d POZ
out of spite. 
Brian is smart, but what he knows about sex, you could put in a thimble. I keep telling him to wait 12 weeks before getting testedâ€”but he says he can
never abstain for that long. He may be sharing my Bug with his roommates, including the Creep, and not even know it. I love it! Ignorance is bliss, so
they say. 
So my dilemma isâ€”do I ask him to move in with me and enjoy the fruits of my labourâ€”or let him circulate and do my Gifting for me? All of us should have
such a quandary! 
Brian and I went to Cleveland for the Fourth and hooked up with some Buds at the Leather Stallion. It was packed early on, guys prepping for Fireworksâ
€”getting juicedâ€”and a lot of MANJUICE flowing down their gullets. 
Six of us went to the Fireworks. We were pretty wasted by Dark, and, I honestly donâ€™t know which DICKS went in what HOLES. Iâ€™ll bet a lot of
families got eyefuls. Afterwards, we went back to the Club. About 20 of us stayed After Hours and slept thereâ€”butts and mouths all over the floorâ€”and
in Slings. 
You know some NEG holes got bred. There were a lot of Preppy types there for the Holidayâ€”checking out the â€œnotoriousâ€ Leather Bar. I donâ€™t
think they realized how seriously we take our Gifting. 
I seeded an Underage Kid whoâ€™d cum in for a Look-See.. Bad choice on his part. I don't think he planned to get Screwed. But I needed to Fuck. Brian
was off doing some dude in the corner, so I gave him a Ruff-and-Tumble in the john. With the Gouging I gave himâ€”Iâ€™ll bet he got a LIVE CHARGE. 
YES, I BELIEVE IN POZZINGâ€”WHENEVER, WHEREVER, WHATEVER and WHOMEVER I CAN. Itâ€™s amazing the number of FAGGOTS who profess not to want itâ€”but make it
so easy.

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Contents

1st Hole of the New Year

A New Brand of Fucking

<center>A Word of Warning</center>

<center>Against The Odds</center>

<center>AIDS Benefit</center>

<center>AIDS Daddy</center>

<center>AIDS Love Story</center>

Asian Guy<o:p></o:p>

<center>Aussie from Toronto</center>

<b>Austin City Limits<o:p></o:p></b>

<center>Baby Cakes</center>

<center>Bath House Pozzing</center>

<center>Beach Bum</center>

<center>Bear Loving Twink</center>

<center>Beggars and Choosers</center>

<center>Believe It or Not</center>

Birthday Ass Breeding<o:p></o:p>

<center>Birthday Boy</center>

<center>Boy</center>

<center>Brian from SMU</center>

<center>I Canâ€™t Go Through with This</center>

<center>Clean Cut</center>

<center>Community Service</center>

<center>Condom Nazi</center>

<center>Conversion Party</center>

<center>Converted</center>

<center>Cowboy</center>

daniel in the lion’s den<o:p></o:p>

Debasement<o:p></o:p>

<b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>Destiny’s Child</b><b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></b>

<b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>“What the fuck are you looking for then?”<o:p></o:p></b>

<center>Dion</center>

<center>Dirty Ass Pigs</center>

<center>Do Unto Others</center>

<center>Donâ€™t Tell Anyone</center>

<center>Double Duty</center>

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<center>End of the Line</center>

<center>Evil</center>

<center>Ex-Top</center>

<center>Frat Boy</center>

<center>Frat Boy</center>

<center>Free</center>

<center>Fucking in the Chapel</center>

<b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>Gang Bang<o:p></o:p></b>

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<center>Gang Bang</center>

<center>Garden Center Cum Slut</center>

<center>Graduate Student</center>

<center>Graduation Day</center>

<center>The Great Mind Fuck</center>

<center>Habana</center>

<center>HIV Babies</center>

<center>Hot Fuck in a Theater</center>

<center>I Hate Latex</center>

<center>I Work at a Bath House</center>

<center>Indian Summer</center>

<center>James</center>

<center>Jason</center>

<center>Johnny VirusSeed</center>

<center>Joseph</center>

<center>Lame Cybersex</center>

<center>Lauderdale</center>

<center>Leather Soldier</center>

Part 1: Letting Go <o:p></o:p>

Part 2: Letting Go Again<o:p></o:p>

<center>Lust Connoisseur</center>

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<center>Marky</center>

<center>Max</center>

<center>Medical City</center>

<center>Motorcycle Guy</center>

<center>Movie Star</center>

<center>Mr. Anonymous</center>

<center>Mrs. Roberta</center>

<center>My Best Friend Clint</center>

<center>My Lover Died of AIDS</center>

<center>My Lover (I Wish!)</center>