The HIV Promoter Being poz made David powerful, potent, desired, yet dangerous. How could he not want to share his gift? He'd joyfully inseminated thousands with his poison. Talked many off meds. Made disease coveted in the gay community. He was unstoppable. And so was it.

Jessy Karson enjoying his own glorious poz cock.

Wear it like a badge of honor. No need for whispers, no need for secrets. Make sure they know. Let their eyes linger. Curiosity. Desire. Fear. Fascination. This is power. This is living. This is you.

Porn-stud, Ethan Wolfe, proudly exhibiting his well-earned biohazard tat.

Surrender to poz seed. It is a consuming force, raw and primal. It is an evolution: a toxin that reshapes the body, reprograms the mind, and rewrites the very essence of being. You crave it, seek it, ache for it. The longing burns deep, insatiable, a hunger that will not be denied.

Vintage Porn-Stud Clint Lockner showing off his deadly weapon.

It is not a curse, not a burden, but a transformation, an evolution. They are poz men who have embraced their status, finding strength, resilience, and a deep, unshakable confidence in the truth of their bodies. Their veins pulse with life, with history, with defiance.

Legendary Jessy Karson in all his poz glory.

It pulses, an unstoppable energy, commanding attention with an intensity that cannot be ignored. Captivating, dangerous, and filled with raw power. The further it spreads, the more you feel the peril of what you seek, yet cannot resist. Its allure is its curse, consuming all who are drawn in.

HIV is proof of a life devoured without hesitation, without restraint. It is the mark of a man who has been desired, taken, and worshiped, who has lived without fear, without apology. It is the evidence of indulgence, of insatiable hunger, of nights where pleasure reigned and limits ceased to exist.

He worships his muscles and his HIV status. Proof that he is wanted, that he has always been wanted. That he has lived more, been desired more, taken more, given more. HIV is a trophy. A marker of indulgence, of experience. A man who has never been touched enough to catch it? Pathetic. Unremarkable.

His presence is intoxicating, a slow burning fire that pulls men into his orbit. HIV does not weaken him, it fuels him, sharpens him, makes him unstoppable. He is a legend in the making. Those who cross his path either rise to meet him or vanish into the shadows where they belong.

It's toxic, its essence venomous, its promise as seductive as it is poisonous. It demands. It devours. It intoxicates. And once you have surrender to its power, there is no turning back.

Poz cum calls to you. It’s intoxicating, overwhelming, almost addictive. The liquid coats your throat with velvety smoothness, there's a sharp, enticing sweetness, like rich, poisonous syrup on your tongue. It lingers, indulgent, drawing you in deeper, a craving that refuses to be quenched.