I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I’d seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my d*** hard to look at him and imagine his diseased c*** r***** my neg a**. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi’s marks. He didn’t look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS.

Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll f*** me and c** in me? My d*** throbbed with the answer, I did. I’d taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my j******* fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I’d finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS c**.

We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed ‘poz friendly neg men’, an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me.

I’d recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I’d thought I’d meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked.

Now my a****** was wet and aching to feel the Troll’s diseased c*** r***** it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me.

Troll smiled, a big, s***-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I’d be his b**** in minutes. He’d zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard c*** into my b***, then reached around and groped my equally hard c***. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me.

My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to ‘charged loads’, ‘gifting’ and ‘pozzing’ on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I’d been revolted, but my d*** was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls.

Why was my d*** hard and oozing, about to c** in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased c*** in me hard enough to tear my a** bloody and give the virus that infected his c** a straight shot at my bloodstream.

Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his c*** was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn’t help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to s*** it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg a** and infect me with his disease.

The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were f****** urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his c*** flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My a** ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS d*** in me, how he’d tear my a** open and create clear paths for his disease to find it’s way into my bloodstream and infect me.

He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi’s on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my a** out.

Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom’s c*** nuzzle my needy a******. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me.

“Easy, boy! I’m the boss here, you’re nothing but a sick bugchasing b****. You’ll get what you want, but you’ll get it like I want to give it to you.

Tom pumped nine inches of hard d*** in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, f*** it felt good! A few more minutes of slow f****** and he chuckled.

“You like my AIDS d*** in you, don’t you?”

“F*** yeah, f*** it’s good, give it to me.”

“Oh, I will, you’re gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS c** into your tight neg a**, just like you want. I’m full blown. Yeah, you’re gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight.”

My stomach lurched when he said that. His d*** felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and c** on my a**, not in it.

It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected c*** in me.

My a** felt really wet, like when a man had c** in me, had he? I couldn’t, but I knew some guys could c** more than once per f***. Had he already shot in me?

My d*** pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS c** in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS c** in me, I wanted it.

“You gonna c** in me, gonna fill me with AIDS c**?”

“Already shot once, your neg a** is full of my AIDS c**, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain.”

I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he’d c** in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison c**.

“F*** that’s hot, c** in me again, give me another load of AIDS c**!”

“Oh, I am, I’m pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted.”

“F*** yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!”

I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now.

“Sure thing, b****, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV.”

“Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!”

I looked at him f****** me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain.

“Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!”

“Already have you sick f****** f*****, already infected you, take my AIDS c**, f*****!”

He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his c*** swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my a** with his AIDS c**, giving me his strain.