I was NEG when my best buddy Jim and I started hanging out. Jim is POZ, and I get so aroused when he tells me about all the NEG�s he�s bred�still do. At first I didn�t know whether to believe him. But let me tell you�everything Jim says is true.
We took off for Toronto for the weekend and shared a room. Friday night we went out cruising and found this pretty boy alone and doing absolutely nothing. It was obvious the youth was horny. I wanted to see Jim in action, so we made our move.
Greg was 19 and had just moved to Toronto from a small town to go to school. He was so scared of AIDS that he�d never done ANYTHING with another guy. So he didn�t even know for sure that he was GAY.
You should have seen Jim�s eyes light up when Greg said that, and my cock throbbed. We enticed him back to our room �just to talk.�
We had a couple beers as Jim and I reminisced about our sexual escapades, both real and imagined; and Greg�s eyes widened. Of course we never mentioned POZ nor NEG. I had my latest test results in my wallet and showed Greg what they were like. I ad-libbed that we were Lovers and both NEG. With such convincing evidence in-hand, the youth believed me.
We talked Greg into having sex, just to see if he were Gay or not. We undressed him and positioned him on the bed. I sucked his dick, while Jim worked his tits and kissed him. When we got his hormones raging, Jim suggested he oughta try something a little more exotic�like getting fucked.
Greg agreed to try it once, to see if he were Top or Bottom. �For safety�s sake,� Jim made a show of putting on a condom, sans any lube, and went to work on him.
Of course, with a dry rubber, the lad was too tight; and, in disgust, Jim yanked it off, and lubed his naked pole. Even so, the kid let out some yelps before Jim fully penetrated him. I applauded both of them when Jim seeded him�and congratulated Greg on graduating to the Big Time, the Big Time being the World of POZ, though I didn�t use those words.
We had a couple more beers and Greg asked if he could come back the next night. We weren�t expecting him, when he called up from the Lobby. We did a repeat number, and Jim and I both plowed him.
Greg was really getting into it and asked for one more fuck. Sunday afternoon and evening Jim screwed Greg twice more�for 4 CHARGED loads. I added my own NEG seed, after that, mainly to work Jim�s POZ jizz into his hole. But we were leaving in the morning, and decided to play the final act remotely.
We called Greg a week later, both of us on the line. He was happy as a lark and thanked us profusely for helping him �come out�. He said he�d done a bit of cruising, but always planned on playing safe.
"Greg,� Jim said, as scripted, �I�ve got a bit of news. My test results came back today. I�m POSITIVE."
There was silence on the line.
"You�re kidding me; aren�t cha, guys?."
"No, Greg, I'm not. I�m serious."
The kid sobbed, �Shit, guys! I was afraid of this! I'm gonna die! How�m I gonna tell my family?"
He carried on like that for several minutes; and, on our end, we bust our guts and had to cover up our phones.
I said, �Calm down,� that getting POZZED was no big deal; that maybe I�d been POZZED, myself. I didn�t know.
Helpful Dan chimed in that now Greg could fuck and whore around with impunity.
We phoned again two weeks later to ask how he was doing. Greg said he�d been deathly sick with fever and the flu.
The BREEDING concept is so fabulous! Last Sunday I got drunk and fell asleep naked on the bed. My buddy, Jim, who�d also had too much, climbed in beside me. He couldn�t help himself.