Gymguy8

Halloween Evening. In a few days, our boy Kenta will go to a party, as demons stalk the earth. Will one find Kenta? Or is he safe? I've tried to finish this story and stay within the rules for the site. (It's RawTop's site, and I respect his rules) It's probably not going to happen. The last few chapters will probably show up in an issue of my 'zine. DM me an e-mail if you want copies.

Almost entirely gay as well here, but this was fun. It reminded me of this Japanese muscle bottom I used to fuck, and I mentally painted him in. I do enjoy helping a bottom get high and explore his inner pig.

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Mike had always skipped over the gay parts, fast-forwarding to the next scene with pussy. He had told himself that it wasn't gay that way. It was just two guys having fun. One night, his parents away, he sat out on the porch, feeling the fading warmth of the summer night. He had just smoked a thick joint, and he was feeling the warm, floating pleasure of being stoned. He pulled out his phone, and went to xtube. The fiirst video was hot - like the website knew him. Two guys and a girl. His dick got hard. He reached down and started to stroke. On the screen, the two men were making out Mike stroked his cock as he watched the two men kiss each other. He had never really looked at a guy sexually before, but he was suddenly noticing things about the two men.

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14. Joining the Club "Your hole. So fucking used." Jon kissed me again. "You got some poz cum, huh?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Did it feel good?" he asked me. He kept one arm around me, and motioned into the living room. "So fucking good. When he was in me," I said. I had been scared a few moments earlier, but standing next to Jon put me at ease. Dressed in the harness and motorcycle boots, he was scary-looking, but also quite sexy. "How did you feel about getting the unmedicated cum?" "Colby?" I asked. "It was intense. It burnt. Really intense." "Yeah?" Jon said. "I thought you'd like him." I realized that Jon had sent Colby to me. "Now. I think it's time for me to drop a load in your hole. You want that?" I nodded enthusiastically. I had wanted Jon's load from the very beginning; all the other men had been merely necessary inconveniences before the main event. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. One arm drifted down to my ass, and his hand pushed my ass apart. My wet hole tightened at the sudden sensation of cool air. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Oh yeah," Jon said. His fingers brushed against my hole. It was soft, tender, and wet; even the very slight force that Jon was using was more than enough for his dick to slide into me. "Fucking hungry hole," he whispered into my ear. "Ready for every dick, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned. "But I want yours." "I know. It's ok. You're going to get it." He turned his attention away; James was standing next to us. He was empty-handed, which disappointed me. I was high, but I knew I could get higher. Between Colby and the man I knew only as Sir, I had learned that the only thing that mattered was pleasure. They also taught me that drugs were an important part of true pleasure. "I think we both need a refill. And I think he needs some more vitamins." "Right on. Here?" "I think we'll be in the Devil's bedroom." My hole throbbed. Sir hadn't been joking about his religion, nor was he the only one at the orgy who was a follower. "You ready for this?" Jon asked, his attention now focused on me. His dick was sandwiched between us. It was hard and hot, and pulsing with his heart. I knew he was poz, but it didn't matter. I had already taken far too much sperm. One more load wouldn't make a difference. I nodded. "Yeah," I said, trying to tamp down on my rising excitement. "I am." "Good." He turned back to James. "What you think is best for us," he said, smiling. "Oh yeah," James said. "I know what he will need." His eyes met mine. He had a slightly lop-sided smile. It was cute. But he had an unmistakable expression of sadness as well. "It'll get you through," he said, this time clear to me. "Don't let him get you scared," Jon said, as James walked away, disappearing into the dim light. "This is something I've been looking forward to all night." "Me too." "You know Colby's load. Unmedicated." "Yeah," I said. I remembered how it had burnt when Colby fucked it into me. The memory was no longer painful. It had hurt, but it had felt good. It was what I needed. "Felt so hot in me. Burnt me." "Devil's burn," Jon said. "It's intense." I nodded. I remembered how it had burnt, but I was still smiling. "You like it?" "It is intense. But it's supposed to, right?" Jon kissed me slowly. He let his tongue explore my mouth. I pressed my slim, smooth body against his. He was muscular, and it was covered in dark, masculine fur. I wanted to please him. "Yeah. Did someone tell you what it is?" Jon said. I nodded. "It's..." I started. His dick needed to be inside me. I wanted his load. I knew it was infected. I hoped he was unmedicated. I wanted his cum to burn like Colby's had. "It's the virus. Trying to infect me." "Yeah," Jon said. "That's it. I want you to feel it again." He was asking if he could infect me. "Yes," I said, before I could even think. It was my body making a decision for me. I knew it was dangerous. But it was so hot. "Please." "Good. Here." He handed me a pipe. I could barely wonder where he had kept it before the torch had gotten it smoking. "I want both of us full of His spirit." I nodded, and started to inhale. The smoke was familiar and wonderful, and I let it fill my lungs. Any last inhibitions melted away as I got a fresh dose of the drugs. "Mmmm," I moaned, still keeping my lips wrapped around the pipe. "Fuck, that's hot. I love seeing a boy like you take a nice big hit." He smiled at me. I nodded; my lungs were full. Where Sir might have made me inhale more, Jon just took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, as he stuck the stem in his mouth, and took a long hit. He leaned in and kissed me. We swapped our clouds back and forth before finally exhaling. "Another?" he asked me. "Please," I said. We repeated the process, this time taking more time to make out. His cock was stiff between us, a thick masculine rod that I wanted to feel inside me. My own cock was semi-hard, but it was nothing compared to his. I reached down and grabbed it. It was almost too big for just my hand. "Please," I repeated. "I want it." "One more," Jon said, and put the pipe in my mouth. "You've taken Colby's load," he said. "But mine." I watched his face, staring into his hazel green eyes. "Mine is special," he said, before taking the pipe from me. He did a long hit, avoiding saying just what made his load special. Sir had told me about the Deacon, and how he had bred a special virus, one that was resistant to prep. I watched Jon suck down thick crystal clouds, and wondered what kind of virus Jon had. He looked so fit and healthy, it was hard to imagine him as anything but undetectable. "Now, Kenta," he said. We both exhaled, then leaned in and kissed. "Special?" I finally asked. His dick was pressed between our bodies; it needed to be inside me. "Yeah," he said. He put the pipe to his mouth one last time. Any last constraint he might have had was dissolved in the thick white cloud. "I'm not on meds," he said. He paused for a moment. "Actually, I'm full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "AIDS," he said. "I had a bad reaction to some drugs. I needed to take a break. And the virus came roaring back." My cock twitched. Here was one more dirty temptation. "But, Prep," I said. "Yeah. I'm resistant to one of the meds," Jon said. "But if you take your pills like you're supposed to..." He trailed off, and filled the silence with another long kiss. I realized that I still wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I finally said. "I know your cock is going to feel great. Even if it burns." "I want it to burn," he said. Before I could say anything, James appeared, carrying three plastic cups. "Just what I was hoping for," Jon said to James. He turned to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel what I can do." The drugs were hitting me hard. It was hard to follow a chain of thought, yet I was acutely aware of how my ass was itching. "Here you go," James said, handing me a glass. It had 1.6 in marker on the side. He gave one to Jon, and kept one for himself. "Cheers," he said. All three of us gulped down the drug-laden orange juice. "Anything else for me," Jon asked. "Yeah," James said. He handed Jon a folded up piece of paper. "Half a gram." "Just what he needs, I think," Jon said. "Right?" he asked me. I nodded. My head was foggy from the drugs, and I really needed to get fucked. "Feels so good," I said. "Doesn't it?" James said. "Jon will get you what you need." He leaned in and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck, but it turned into his tongue exploring my mouth for much longer than I expected. Finally he broke it off. "So hot, seeing you like this," he said. James disappeared back into the dark orgy, leaving Jon and I alone. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said. "Some things don't need a big audience." I nodded. I knew what was going to happen. Jon was going to put his cock in me. My hole was raw and tender; with no condom, there was no way I could avoid his infected semen. It wasn't scary anymore. Instead, my dick was dripping at the thought. "Please," I moaned. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock slide between my legs. "You'll get it," he said. "Don't worry. By the morning, you'll be a member of the club." He leaned in and kissed me. "Initiation is amazing," he said. He kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation. He was going to infect me, and it was the hottest thing I could imagine. A hairy, masculine, older man like Jon, forcing his cock into me. Already it was dripping his AIDS-infested sperm, and I was rubbing it against the tender skin of my anus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me." "Come on," he said, stepping away from me. "Follow me. I want to show you something." I followed him. Once outside the dim circle of light, it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. Even then, I mostly followed his white outline, as he led me down a dark hall. "Here," he said, and opened the door. I stepped in. The room was painted black, with dim lights recessed into the ceiling. Most were blood red, except for one white one, illuminating what I could only describe as an altar. On the top was a queen-sized mattress, covered in a dark black sheet. Inscribed in white was a thick pentagram. "I want you to be a part of our club," Jon said. "Give your life over to pleasure." "Please," I moaned. He was going to fuck me on an altar to Sarah Palin himself. I looked again. The room wasn't entirely bare. There was a small table next to the altar. There was a bottle of lube, some poppers, and a glass pipe already set out. "Please," I repeated. My entire body was buzzing. All I could think about was getting fucked. "That's my boy," he said. "Come on." He stepped to the table, and produced the folded white paper that James had given him. He quickly opened it, and tapped out a mound of white powder. "More special K for you," he said, as he marked out several thick lines. "Here." He handed me a straw. "Start with two," he said. "I've never..." I started. I didn't want to admit how naive I was; before tonight, my drug experience had been almost only marijuana. I wasn't even sure how to snort. "It's cool," Jon said. "Here." He took the straw from me, and held it up to the light. "Like this." He put the straw in one nostril, then with his finger, he held the other one closed. He snorted down the line; the white powder disappeared as he ran the straw down the length of the line. "Oh fuck," he said, suddenly standing up again, and inhaling deeply. "Burns a bit, just so you know." He handed me the straw. "Your turn. It's going to be great," he said. "Trust me." He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was still hard, and the pre-cum was dripping. "Ok," I said, and followed Jon's lead. I snorted down one of the lines. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My nose was burning, and I could already feel the drugs dissolving into my body. "Fuck," I repeated. I was a bit light headed, but was also incredibly aroused. "That's intense." "Do one more," Jon said. "Do it now." I leaned back over the table; there were two more fat lines. "Both?" I asked. I wanted everything. It was going to feel amazing, no matter what it was. "Just one," he said. "But I like the spirit. You're still new to this. We want you to remember your initiation." I snorted down the second line, before I could second guess myself. Once more, the white powder burnt my nose, but the pain quickly disappeared, and the burning was just a pleasant reminder of what I had gotten myself into. "Initiation into what club?" I asked. "Both of them," Jon said. "Sarah Palin," he said, and nodded to the pentagram-covered mattress on the altar. "And HIV," he continued, stroking his cock. "What do you think?" "I want it. Especially from you," I said. "Your cum. Inside me." "It's going to feel so good," he said. He pushed me onto the mattress. I landed right in the center of the pentagram. "Pleasure," he said, as he climbed on the altar to join me. He pushed my legs up in the air, and spread them apart. It exposed my hole, and I could feel the cool air against the sperm-coasted wetness. "So hot. Your hole. So used." "Please," I said. "Infect me." "Of course. But there's no need to rush this." He pushed my legs back, forcing my ass up in the air. "This is a special gift from my Dark Lord. And I want to give thanks properly." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole. I had barely been rimmed before, and certainly not by someone as good as Jon. "Oh fuck," I moaned. He pushed his tongue a bit further. He moaned, and the vibrations went straight to my prostate. "Oh damn, that's good." "So fucking used," he said. "Just the way I like my holes. Ready for my sperm." "Your virus," I managed to say, between moans of pleasure. "You're going to infect me." "I know," he said. "I fucking love it." "Is it going to hurt?" I asked. He paused for a moment, then looked down at me, over my soft cock, and smooth body. "You know. When I convert?" "It's going to feel amazing tonight," he said. "And that's all that matters." He went back to rimming my hole, lapping out a few more drops of semen. "Want you cleaned up for my load. Make it easy for your hole to accept my very special gift." "Please," I moaned. I was squirming with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel how empty my hole was now. He had sucked out all the loads I had collected. "Fill me up." "Of course, boy," Jon said. "You're going to be initiated. You want it?" He pushed his tongue into my hole one more, then pulled his head back. "Infect me," I moaned. "Please. Make me part of the club." I looked around; I had sunk down in the mattress just enough to see the pentagram surrounding us. Above me was a hairy, horny devil-man, ready to fuck me raw. The devil was carrying HIV. The devil even had AIDS. "Both clubs tonight," Jon said. "It's going to be about pleasure." He lined his cock up with my hole. I was wet from his rimming, and his dick was wet with pre-cum. "Pleasure," I moaned. He pressed his cock against my hole; the head popped in. "Pleasure," he repeated. "And freedom," he said. His cock slid right into my hungry hole.

13. Doing the Devil's Work "You're a Devil worshipper?" I asked. It was hard to believe; Sir seemed so clean and fit. "I mean, you follow the devil?" "Yeah," Sir said. "I am a Devil worshipper." I stared at him. The light had changed; it wasn't the pure white of earlier. It had darkened and grown red. His skin glistened with sweat, and drops formed on the hair covering his muscular chest. "You mean," I started. I had to ask. His cock was buried in my hole, and the thought of a dark satanic orgy seemed really hot. "I mean. You're evil?" Sir still, not moving nor saying anything. I was terrified I had said the wrong thing, but then he smiled. 'No. Not evil. Don't worry." I relaxed. "He's never been about evil. He's about pleasure." Sir pushed his cock into me, his dickhead rubbing up against my prostate. I groaned in pleasure, and my dick continued to dribble pre-cum. "About fun," Sir continued, as he pushed his thick cock into my hole. I had never felt so full of cock before. "He's about this," he said, nodding to my hole. "Definitely about this." He pulled out again, and rubbed my p-spot some more. "Feels sooo good," I moaned. "Doesn't it?" Sir asked me. I nodded. "This is what Sarah Palin is really about. Pleasure. It's the puritanical Christians that fucked society." He was smiling; for a moment his eyes were glowing. Sir continued. "The ones that can’t take yes for an answer. This is our way of fucking back." He turned his head, the glow disappeared. It was just my head playing tricks on me. "I fucking love pleasure," Sir continued. The lights were definitely dimmer now, and the music was definitely louder. The room had filled up with even more men, and the room had the salty, musky odor of mansex mixed with the chemical scent of the crystal they were smoking. Sir pushed his cock deep into my hole. "Pure. fucking. pleasure," he said. I didn't think Sir had cum, and yet his dick burnt worse than any devil's dick could. My head was foggy. He hurt like a devil and had just told me he was a devil worshipper. He said it wasn't evil. It was all for pleasure. "Pleasure," he suddenly whispered in my ear. I moaned. He kissed me, and pistoned his cock in and out of me. "Please," I begged. I was still playing with my soft cock; I was surprised at how much pre-cum I was dripping. I wanted to cum so badly, only my dick wasn't cooperating with me. "Pleasure." "That's it. Embrace the fun. Sex and Drugs," he said. He paused, and nodded up to the music. There was a thumping deep house bass. "And pleasure." "Pleasure," I repeated. "Nothing but pleasure." "No fears. Just do what feels good, right?" He kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. He was hot and sweaty. Even with his hair, our bodies slid against each other. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Please. Give me your cock. Give me your load." Even though I had gotten bred barely twenty minutes ago, I needed another one. Sir was already in me. "Breed me." "I love to share my gift," he said. "A lot of guys here like to share their seed." "I want all of them," I said. I didn't care what kind of slut that made me. I was so fucking high and so fucking horny. I wanted every single guy in the room to unload in me. Besides, it was all fine. "Take every load." "Every fucking load that you can," Sir said. He was smiling at me, still fucking me. Only a few minutes ago, it had been painful and sore and hot and intense. But now, I had found the pleasure, and that pain had disappeared. Now it was relaxed, hot, dirty fun. "Show us how slutty you can be." "Make me drip with sperm," I grunted. The only thing I could focus on was the cock in my hole, and even then, my mind would race off to so many other thoughts. For a moment, I stared at his pentagram. It was coated with my pre-cum, from when Sir had pressed his body against mine. It looked so fucking hot in the now deep red light. There was nothing that should have held me back. I didn't have to worry about a disease. Everything was going to be fine. "Cum in me," I said. I wanted to feel his devil sperm inside me. "Cum in me. I'm on Prep." "I know," Sir said. "But you know. It's not perfect. You have to be careful sometimes. And really know what you want." He pushed the full length of his cock back inside me. I shivered in pleasure. "Please," I moaned. "Breed me." I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock. I wanted his sperm. But most of all, as his dick dripped pre-cum into me, I wanted to be part of this orgiastic brotherhood. But the way Sir had spoken. I wondered. "Careful?" I asked. "Well. There's some Prep-resistant strains out there." He nodded towards the darkness and the city lights beyond. I had known about viral resistance. It had always been so very abstract, but now, it felt so close. The idea of getting infected had been scary just a few hours ago. But with so many hot poz cocks already in me, HIV didn't seem all that scary. It almost seemed kinda hot. The freedom to not worry any more. My dick was still dripping pre-cum. Even as dark as the idea of getting purposefully infected had an allure. It seemed so sexy, especially with a man like Sir. Or Colby. Or Jon. I wanted sperm inside me. I didn't care what would happen. But I tried to play it cool. "What?" I asked. "Yeah. Sometimes the drugs don't work against the virus. It can happen a lot with long-term survivors." He paused. "Although some guys seek it out." "Seek it out?" I asked. It sounded so hot. Prep didn't matter. Prep was the problem, not the solution. There were men that could infect me. The drugs were messing with my mind, but I couldn't help it. I wanted poz cum in my hole. "Yeah. Like the deacon of our Coven," Sir said. He nodded again to the mass of naked men around us, fucking. "He's got full-blown AIDS now. And he's resistant to Prep." I thought about how the Deacon's dick would feel barebacking my vulnerable hole. He would cum inside me, and his sperm would burn when it hit my rectal walls. Colby's sperm had only burnt for a few minutes. The Deacon's sperm would burn much longer. I wondered how long Sir's sperm would burn. Or Jon's. "But how?" I asked. In my hand, my dick was starting to grow. "Did it just happen?" "He bred it himself. Skipped doses of medicines. Let unmedicated guys fuck him. Used every drug he was offered. He was a total sleaze hound. And that's why he's the Deacon." The Deacon was poz, and my medications were defenseless against his strain. He could infect me. Infected. The word was a turn-on. "That's so," I started. I was playing with my dick and it was suddenly hard. "Hot?" Sir asked. He had noticed that my dick had grown. Compared to Sir's massive tool, it was small. But when I got hard, it was like steel. I arched my back, letting it stick straight up. "It's hard not to notice your dick," he said. I nodded. Sir leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. "Tell you what," he started. "Find me later tonight. If you haven't gotten what you need. I'll introduce you to him." He gave me a quick kiss. "If you still want it, of course." "Poz me," I said. I shivered when I said it. I shivered again when I realized that I meant it. I needed to be like all these men. I needed their freedom. They had stared down Death, and come out better for it. I wouldn't be satisfied until I got the Deacon's sperm. "Careful what you wish for," Sir whispered in my ear. "You may just get it." "Please. Fuck me. Breed Me. Poz Me." My dick was hard now. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, thinking about strange men fucking me raw. I didn't care about prep any longer. All that mattered was raw, unprotected, infected dick. "Poz me," I grunted again. "Poz me?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw Jon standing above me. He had lost the dark red codpiece, and his fat cock was hanging in front of him. He still had the motorcycle boots and the harness on, and he still looked like the devil. "I take it things are going well here," he said to Sir. "Right on schedule," Sir said. "He's an eager, hungry boy." "That's what I thought. You bred him yet?" "Not yet," Sir said. "Almost there." "You going to take his load?" Jon asked me. "You know, he's poz." "I know," I said. "It's hot." "I want to see you take his load," Jon said. He was smiling, and starting to play with his dick. "He's a hard fucker." "You should know," Sir said. "You're pretty damn evil yourself." I realized that these two older studs had fucked each other. Neither of them had been half-hearted fucking me; I wondered what it would be like when they got together. The fact that they had both bottomed only made them seem even more powerful. They had a choice, and they had decided to take dick. "Evil and toxic," Jon said. His dick was now hard. He leaned over the couch, placing his dick directly in front of my mouth. I started to lick it; I could taste cum and lube and spit. It tasted like he had put his dick up several more boys since he had fucked me. "Take it," Jon said, gently pressing his dick into my mouth. I gulped down on Jon's shaft. He was dripping pre-cum, and I lapped up every drop. "That's right," Sir said to me. "Get him hard." He turned his attention to Jon. "Want to fuck him after I'm done?" "You gonna give him your gift?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," Sir said. "He was getting Colby's dick when I came over. So he's got experience." "I'm sure he does," Jon said. His cock was pressed against the back of my throat. I was glad he wasn't trying to push it any deeper; I was right at the edge of gagging. "He was pretty damn thirsty when we last met." I remembered when Jon had shoved his cock inside my hole. The fuck seemed like it had taken place years ago. "Leeease," I managed to grunt. It was hard to say anything with Jon's cock still filling my mouth. "Oz eee." Jon had fucked me barely a few hours ago. But despite how hard his cock was inside me, he didn't cum earlier. He owed me a load. "Fuck yeah," Sir said. His cock was a thick, solid shaft plunging in and out of my hole. I knew it had to hurt. I knew I was in agony from the fuck. But they were just facts. They didn't capture the full erotic intensity of what Sir was doing to me. The pain was all happening to someone else though. Instead, all I could feel was the pleasure, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. "FUCK YEAH," he grunted again. "Breed him," Jon said. His cock was just as hard as Sir's dick, and even harder than I remembered it was earlier in the evening. "Give him your seed." "Leease," I repeated, still barely tolerating Jon's cock. "Ucking Oz Eee," I moaned. I needed Sir's cum. I didn't care if he was poz, neg, or had no idea. I just wanted sperm inside me. "FUCK," Sir moaned, and slammed his dick into me. He held himself deep, making sure that his dickhead was buried in my soft, vulnerable rectal walls. His cock throbbed, and pulsed, and the familiar warmth of semen filled my guts. "OH FUCK," Sir grunted again, and there was another spurt of his thick cream into my guts. "Give it to him." Jon was encouraging him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The two were abusing me; there was a familiar warmth starting to spread outward from my guts. From what Sir had told me, that meant he was filling me with an infected load. I moaned again. My ass was just warm, almost hot. But this time it wasn't a painful burning. This was just a persistent heat, and it slowly spread out from my stomach. "Feel that toxic load?" Jon asked. He was leaning over, looking down at me. "OOOOOHHH," I moaned. "FUUUCK," Sir responded, blasting another load of his toxic spunk into my guts. I had never even barebacked a day ago. Now I was hard as a rock, having high-viral load HIV sperm pumped into my body. I was having the time of my life. "TAKE. IT." Each word was more cum in my hole. "By the end of the night, Ke-" Jon started to say something, then saw Sir's glance. "Boy," he corrected himself. "You're going to be knocked up." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, finally giving me the chance to speak. "Fucking breed me," I moaned. "Poz me up." "Fuck YEAH," Sir yelped, and his cock pulsed one last time. Even after that last pulse, there was still a stream of cock-juice dripping into my hole. I could feel how hot it was, but the painful burn had still not returned. "That's it," Jon said. "Beg for it. That's what we want to hear from an eager boy like you." "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I moaned. Sir's dick was still dripping cum into me. I milked his cock, trying to get every last drop out. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had just filled me with poz sperm. Or that he was a self-professed Devil worshipper. I had been warned about this lifestyle, but now that I was part of it, I never wanted to leave. "You fucking came in me." "I did, boy. And you loved it. Look at your dick." My cock was hard and dripping, despite all the drugs I had done. I felt so good. Sir's cock felt great and his infected cum was soaking into my body. "Now. Take care of that load for me. Let it soak in." "Thank you, Sir," I said. The phrase felt right; I had never had the urge to call another man Sir, but today, it seemed natural. "I'll keep it as long as I can." "That's the right attitude," Sir said. He turned to Jon. "Had some K about thirty minutes ago and blew some clouds with me." Sir looked me over. "I think he can do more." "I'm sure he will," Jon said. Sir leaned in and kissed me. "Find me if you still need it," he whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything, he had gotten back up, and was sliding his dick out of my hole. "Damn, that's sloppy," Sir said. I felt like my guts were being pulled out with his cock, despite all the cum lubricating us. He left me empty; there was only a gentle warmth remaining. I was glad it wasn't the same burn I had with Colby; I may have begged for poz sperm just a few moments ago, but my head was finally starting to clear. "He'll get more," Jon said. Sir had pulled out the last of his cock, leaving me completely empty. "Right on," Sir said, and slapped my ass. My skin burnt where his hand hit me. "I'm sure you're going to get plenty more." He stood up from the sofa, walked into the cloudy darkness, and left me alone with Jon. Jon pulled me up so I was facing him, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "Your hole," he said, and kissed me again. "So fucking used."

12. Feel the Burn "Here's hoping you get fertilized," Colby said. "You've got a lot of cum up there." His dickhead popped out of my hole. I could feel how wet my guts were, and every drop was like a hot iron spark. It burnt, and I needed a break. Colby turned to the stranger. "Want a turn?" he asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Other kid tapped out," he continued. "He's gonna be a lucky boy." "Kenta is his name," Colby said. It felt good that he had remembered my name. "Doesn't really matter, does it?" the stranger said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth. "At least he got me half hard," he said. Colby got up from the sofa where he had been kneeling between my legs. "Take care of my friend here," he said. "I'm sure I'll see you later in the night." I nodded. "I think I need a break," I said. Colby didn't say anything in response, and just disappeared into the foggy darkness around the sofa. The stranger quickly took his place between my legs. "Maybe a break?" I said to him. "Yeah," the stranger said. He turned to his left, into the darkness. The muscles rippled across his body, and drew my gaze down to his flat, ribbed stomach. There was the familiar shape of an inverted pentagram. There was a biohazard tattoo inside it, just above his belly button. I felt like I was the only HIV-negative man in the room. He made a motion into the darkness. He must have been able to see better than I did, because James appeared before his hand was even down. The stranger turned to the hairy young man. "I think my friend needs some Vitamin K," he said. "Of course," James said. Like Colby, he also disappeared out of the circle of light. The stranger turned back to me. "You can call me Sir," he said. I started to speak, but he stopped me. "Names have power. Not tonight." His dick automatically sought out my hole. He was more than hard enough to fuck me. "Did that burn?" Sir asked me. "Yeah," I said. "A lot." "Still?" "Yeah." He kissed me. I hadn't expected that from him. It was an unexpected bit of tenderness. His cock was pressed up against my hole, but he hadn't penetrated me yet. My hole was empty and the white-hot pain had settled down to a gentle, almost arousing throb. I needed another man to fuck me. "You're on prep?" "Yeah. Why?" "Just be sure to take your pills tomorrow." "I try my best. Why?" "The burning. They call it the Devil's burn." "Devil's Burn?" It was scary. But it was also sexy. The throbbing in my hole had some meaning. "Yeah. It means you've got infected sperm in your hole." I froze. I had let HIV+ men cum in me. But I was on Prep, and they were on meds. Then I remembered that I had let a man with unmedicated HIV ejaculate in me. "But it doesn't hurt as much now," I said. The heat had faded. It was now just a dull throb. It almost felt good. A memory of the men that had been inside me. Sir smiled at me. "That's good. It means your body fought it off. Like a little fever. It's when it doesn't stop," he said. "That's when you need to be worried." "But, Prep?" I asked, half rhetorical, half utterly unsure. On some level, it didn't matter. What I had done, I had done, and I loved the feeling of poz daddy dicks fucking me and breeding me with their thick, risky cum. I was in complete sexual bliss, and although I voice reminded me how sore my asshole was, I was going to let Sir fuck it as soon as he wanted. "Prep can help, for sure," Sir said. He had a deep, masculine voice. It was commanding, but caring. I closed my eyes, and listened to him. "But sometimes there's a limit. That's the Devil's Burn," Sir said. "He's got the Devil's Burn?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw James standing by me. He was holding two more plastic cups, half-filled with orange juice. "This will help it." "I'm sure it will help him power through," Sir said. "That for me?" he asked. "Yeah," James said. James handed me a glass of orange juice, and a pill. "Take this," he said. "It makes the pain feel so much better." "Cheers," I said, tapping the edge of Sir's cup, before putting the nondescript white pill in my mouth. I washed it down with the GHB-infused juice. It tasted just as bad as before. "That's hot," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and full. I could feel how young he was, compared to the other men, even Seth. He was practically my age. "Seeing you take those drugs. All those dicks." "You'll get your turn, boy," Sir said, pulling James off my lips. Sir didn't mean anything by it, since he grabbed the hairy young man and started to kiss him. "He's gonna join the club tonight." "I'll be back in a bit to make sure he's good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me once more. "Devil's Burn," he whispered. "I'm so fucking jealous. All that poz cum." As soon as James pulled off, Sir leaned in and kissed me. His lips were rougher, but his motions were more practiced. He had years of practice to get to this point, and I couldn't resist him. "Please." I moaned. "Fuck me." My hole was throbbing now, but right now, it wasn't the deadly Devil's Burn. It was just my insatiable sexual hunger. It had been bottled up for so long, and the men, drugs, and freedom had unleashed it. "Yeah, boy," the older man said. "Give yourself over to the pleasure. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Pleasure," I muttered. It had been the same word that Colby had used. It felt amazing, Sir's body against mine and his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Fucking pleasure." "Feels so good, doesn't it?" Sir said. He had a glass pipe in his hand. "Ready for it?" he asked. He lit the torch and did a long draw from the pipe. "Pleasure," he said, letting only a tiny bit of the cloud escape from his lips. "Pleasure," I said. He put the pipe in my mouth. I was already far too high. But I couldn't resist another hit from the pipe. I had already started inhaling., but then Sir spoke. "Do it," he said, and exhaled his hit. His command made it essential that I make it a proper hit. "Fucking pleasure," he said, as I continued to suck down the thick cloud. "Now, hold it for me," he said. I just nodded. He did another long hit. His dick was right against my hole. The slightest move by either of it would force it into my hole. It had been very well used over the course of the night and there was no way I could resist his intrusion. "Please?" I said. "Thought you would never ask," he said. He leaned in and kissed me, forcing the rest of the cloud into my lungs. "Nothing better than fucking a hot boy like you. Fucking pleasure." He reached down with one hand, and grabbed on his dick. "Please," I moaned. He held his mouth against mine, keeping me from exhaling the hit. He guided his dick into my ass. I forced myself to relax, and to accept his man's cock into my hole. It was easy; he was hairy and masculine and hot, the perfect comparison to my smooth, boyish body. His cock was just as masculine as the rest of his body. The fat head pressed into my hole, and I struggled not to scream. His cock felt like a white-hot rod, intent on reaming out my ass once and for all. Even with the full weight of his body pressing down on my, I struggled against the traumatic penetration. "Please," I begged him. "Relax," he said. "Just one thing." I forced myself to nod in agreement. I wanted him out of me. It hurt, and I was scared. But his cock was so hard, and I wanted to know what he was capable of doing to me. "Uh," I started. I knew I had to tell him to start. My asshole was burning, and I wasn't going to be able to take another insistent cock. Especially one as thick and as hard as Sir's. "Uh," I said again, unable to even mouth the words. "Just get used to it," Sir said, and sunk another three inches of his dick into me. "You're going to love it." He kissed me again, and the last of his shaft disappeared into my hole. My body tensed up. The pain was intense and almost unbearable. "You can find the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," he said. "Please," I said. His dick was all the way inside me, and he was huge. "I need a minute." I had never felt so utterly penetrated by a man. "Please," I grunted, struggling to keep from screaming in pain. "Relax," he said. "You love getting fucked. You're going to love this," he said. "Just focus on pleasure," he said. "Focus on the pleasure. Just the pleasure." "Pleasure," I said. I closed my eyes again, trying to concentrate. His dick was sliding in and out of me. It was wet and slippery from all the fluids inside me. "Please," I groaned. I felt so vulnerable. He was fucking me, almost raping me, and as much as I tried to stop it, I couldn't bring myself to deny him the pleasure. "Pleasure," I grunted. I kept my eyes closed and focused. Sir's cock was hard, pushing its way into me. It didn't hurt as much either. Over the next several minutes, he continued to fuck me, and each stroke felt better than the one before. "Please," I finally moaned. "It feels so damn good. Fuck me. Breed me." "That's it, boy," he said. "That's the Vitamin K kicking in." He pushed his dick into me. I knew that this was hurting me, but it didn't bother me. All I could focus on was the pleasure. I might regret it in the morning, but this was perfect. "Now we can really have fun." I ran my hands over his taut, muscular torso. He worked out, but he wasn't overly muscular. It was a compact, powerful body, covered in lovely, thick fur. His nipples were fat and hard, and he moaned as I played with them. I wanted his seed so badly. "Keep it up, boy," he said, as I continued to play with his nips. "Keep it up, and you're gonna get a hot poz load." My hole ached, and it needed another load of sperm. I had taken a pill earlier in the morning, and it meant I didn't care that Sir was infected. "Feels so good." "That's right," he said. "Just pleasure." He had the pipe out again. "Drug-fueled, all-man pleasure." He heated the bowl, and inhaled. I loved watching him smoke. The white flecks of crystal in the pipe matched the grey in his beard, and the powerful drug would loosen the last of our inhibitions. "Fuck," he moaned, exhaling a cloud of crystal. He took another hit. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling it puff out with the drugs. He could suck in massive hits, and I loved his tolerance and endurance. I let my hands drift down, across his flat stomach. I traced out the rays of the pentagram. Colby had one as well. They looked good on the older men. "What's this?" I asked. "Mark of the church," Sir said. Colby had said it was a fraternity. Sir's answer suggested far darker and depraved explanations. "What?" I asked. "Church?" At first, all I thought about was Devil worshippers. I remembered a scene I had read in some barely believable, barely edited piece of fan porn, a group of devil worshippers in an all-night orgy. My hole twitched and my dick throbbed. "Yeah. Learned long ago that this is the path I needed to follow," Sir said. His dick was throbbing, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into me. "He's been there for me, in ways Jesus never was." I reached down and grabbed my dick. It was still small and soft, but it was dripping pre-cum. I was really high, and everything was a turn-on. Even the idea of a church of darkness and evil was a turn-on, and it was made even worse by the deep-dicking I was getting from a follower. "You mean, you..." I stuttered. I couldn't believe I was about to utter what I was about to ask. Even worse, my dick was dripping pre-cum at the merest thought of it. "You're a Devil Worshipper?"

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11. Medicated / Unmedicated "And you're going to take all of it," the stranger said. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled, letting it fill up my lungs. "That's it. Get you ready for a proper deep-dicking." "Just fuck me," I grunted. His dickhead pushed against my hole. It was impossible for me to resist him. But it didn't matter because I wanted it. He was muscular and masculine, and there was no way I would ever refuse the demands of a man like him. "Please?" "Such a slutty boy," he said. His dick slid into my hole. There was no resistance. "How many men have been up there tonight?" I stared at him, still a bit dazed and dick-hungry. "Can you even remember?" he asked. He was smiling as he pushed another few inches of his fat shaft into my hole. "I..." I started. I tried to count. There was Seth. There was Jon. Or maybe they were swapped. There was Sarge and Shay. There was someone between the two sets, but as I tried to focus, the memory slipped away. "I.." stammered again. "Let's call it a lot of loads," he said. "I'm Colby," he said. "I'd hate for you to have to take another anonymous load." "Kenta." This didn't require any thinking, so it was a lot easier to answer. "I'm glad we met, Kenta," Colby said. "You feel really good." "You do too," I said. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on his dick sliding deeper into me. "Please, Colby. Breed me." "Oh, don't worry. I'm going to anoint that hole." His hips pressed against my thighs, announcing that he was at full penetration. "You been partying?" I nodded. Unlike Jesse, he was already starting to drip his precum into me. I loved that he was sharing his fluids with me. It was the way men could bond, and I needed it. "Right on. Makes the night feel really good, doesn't it?" I nodded again, and opened my eyes. He had a pipe and torch, and was already heating the bowl. "I'm just starting," Colby said. "But you're just the kind of boy I like to party with." He put the pipe in his mouth and slowly inhaled. He grunted in pleasure as he methodically drained the bowl. He held the hit, then exhaled a good sized cloud. "That's so fucking nice," he said. He put the stem of the pipe in my mouth. It Was still smoking. "Inhale" he said. I loved how it felt, his cock in my ass, and his drugs in my lungs. I would take anything he gave me. "Good boy," he said, as he took away the pipe. I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling it. I watched him do two more hits in quick succession. "All those cocks, boy. All of them raw?" "Yeah," I said. "But it's ok. I started prep a few days ago." His dick stiffened. "Fuck. That's hot. All those loads up there." Colby was pumping his dick in and out of me, distracted by how good it felt. Then he turned his attention back to me. "Gotta get you ready," he said, and stuffed the smoking pipe back against my lips. "Suck on it," he said. I took another long hit. The crystal felt so good filling my lungs. "Take another hit," Colby said. He held the torch under the bowl and soon it was filled with the thick clouds again. "It feels so good, doesn't it? The drugs." He looked around. "The men," he continued. "And the sex." I just nodded, inhaling from the pipe. My head was spinning again, but I didn't care. I loved what he was saying. "Hold it," he said. "Make me proud." He took a long drag from the pipe. "Mmmmmmm," he grunted as he exhaled. He smiled, and I exhaled as well. "Please," I grunted. I was so horny. I reached down, but my cock was stubbornly soft. Still, it felt good to play with it. "Fuck me." "Of course," he said, and pushed his dick deep into me. He kept on fucking me for a few minutes. The hits of crystal I had done were coursing through my blood, and this entire night felt perfect. "Ahh, you have a friend," Colby said. I opened my eyes. James was standing next to us, holding two glasses a quarter full of orange juice. "For you, per the doctor's orders," he said, handing me one of the glasses. "And for you," he continued, handing the other glass to Colby. "Because I know what you like." Colby smiled, and took the glass. "How much?" he asked. "Enough," James said. Colby turned to me. "Cheers," he said, and we clinked the glasses. He downed in one gulp. I tried to do the same, but the bitter chemical taste was barely masked by the juice. Still, I swallowed it all. "I can take those," James said. His cock was thick and hard. I wondered what it felt like. "Take this first," Colby said, and handed him the pipe. "Looks like you could use some." James didn't say a word. He took the pipe, stuck it in his mouth, and carefully heated the bowl. Colby continued to slowly fuck me, dripping his pre-cum into me, but we were both watching James do his hit. As he exhaled, Colby spoke. "Another. And shot gun it to Kenta here." On the second one, James took his time, making sure it filled his lungs. I exhaled, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. They were warm and soft, and his hairy chest brushed against my smooth skin. He exhaled, then kissed me for a long time. Finally, he broke off. I exhaled the hit, and as the dense cloud hid us, he leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry. I'll see you on the other side." I tried to make sense of what he said, but he stood up, took my glass and then Colby's, and disappeared back in the dark, sweaty blackness of the orgy. Colby was already doing another hit. This time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft in contrast with his coarse beard. Just like James, his hairy chest pressed up against my smooth one, reminding me what a man he was. We made out, as his cock pressed deeper into me. "Looks like you're getting properly medicated tonight," he said. I nodded. "Yeah. I don't really do much drugs," I said. "But you said you were on prep?" he asked. "Well. Yeah," I said. Prep wasn't a drug. It seemed different. The crystal I was smoking with all naked men was the opposite of the prep I was taking. Same with the GHB that James was always handing me. It was there for pleasure, not for my health. "But you know. Prep is different." "You're going to learn a lot about drugs tonight," he said. "Jon and JP's parties always have lots of great drugs." His cock was throbbing in my hole. There was a steady drip of pre-cum into my hole. "When did you start on prep?" "A few days ago," I said. "Really?" Colby raised his eyebrows and smiled. "When?" "Wednesday," I said. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when I took that first blue pill, but it was just three days ago. A lot had changed since then, and much of it had been concentrated in the last few hours. "What about you?" I asked. "Oh. I'm not on Prep. I'm already poz." "I mean, how long have you been poz?" "About five years now." I ran my eyes over his body. He looked fit and healthy. I couldn't tell that he had a deadly disease. "You look good," I said. "The meds must be good, huh?" "Yeah," Colby said. "This stuff is amazing. You want some more?" He raised the pipe and started to heat up the bowl. "Of course you do," he said, before he stuck the stem in his mouth and inhaled slowly. "Please," I moaned. His cock was now deep inside me. My dick was throbbing, although when I reached down to play with it, it was still soft. It was such a turn on when Colby told me to do more drugs. "I meant the HIV drugs." Colby nodded, then stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Inhale," he said, as he exhaled his hit in my face. "I'm not on HIV drugs," he said. I gulped. Colby was poz and he wasn't on any drugs. "But. You're poz," I said. A thick cloud of crystal drifted from my mouth. "But not on..." "Yeah," Colby said. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of me. "I'm poz," he continued. "Poz and proud." He slid his dick all the way into me. "And this feels great. Doesn't it?" I nod. I was terrified, but also turned on. Colby's cock felt so perfect inside of me. It wouldn't feel this good if I made him wear a condom. "But. But the virus?" "Yeah. It's always a risk," Colby said. I wanted to tell him to stop. I knew I should tell him to stop. This was dangerous. Yeah, I was on Prep. But Prep was for sex with undetectable guys. "Maybe," I started. But I forgot what I was supposed to say. It was important. But so was Colby's cock. "Maybe?" Colby asked. "I'm pretty harmless," he said. "Just a big cock." He was deep inside me. It was easy to tell he was unprotected; he felt so good inside me. He was also un-medicated, and as I focused on his dick, I felt an unfamiliar burn. "Feel that? That heat? That's my virus." "So warm," I moaned. It wasn't too hot, nor did it burn. It was a slow, gentle warmth. "Feels good." "Yeah. But you gotta be careful. Some guys. They've got a prep-resistant strain." "I'm on prep," I said. The tina was swirling in my skull and I was fantasizing about poz guys fucking me. It was dirty and sleazy, and just a fantasy. Not that it mattered. My doctor told me that Prep meant I didn't have to worry. "I know," he said. He had leaned in, and was pressing his hairy, sweaty chest against me. "You're not scared, are you?" "Prep. It means I don't have to worry," I said. "No," he said. "You don't have to worry. At least with my poz cock." I shivered when he said poz cock. He had it buried deep in my ass, and there was nothing protecting me from his constant drip-drip-drip of pre-cum. It was intensely hot and arousing. "The guys here," he started. "Yeah?" "Almost all of us are poz. Some are even full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Full-blown with AIDS," Colby said. "You still want to be careful about getting bred with AIDS cum. And the resistant stuff." AIDS. That was what I was really afraid of. I had seen the pictures of the gaunt men, cut down in the prime of their life. The mention was shocking, and helped to sober me up. "But it's easy to tell, right?" I asked, surprisingly coherent. "I'm always surprised," he said. "It's just best to ask. And remember to take your drugs." The pipe and torch appeared again, and he did a hit. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. As always, he blew a relentless, thick cloud. I shouldn't have done any more drugs. I was already too high to make any decision, much less a good decision. Yet once more, my body had other plans. "Please," I moaned. "Give me another one." I felt so good from the drugs. I wanted Colby to give me more. There was something very hot and right about a man like him forcing me to take drugs as they were fucking me. "And give me your poz load." "Nasty slut boy," Colby whispered in my ear. "I'm going to give you everything you dreamt of. And more." He stuck the pipe in my mouth, and pushed his dick into my ass. I just inhaled; there was nothing else I could do. "That's it. Let yourself get used to it. How good the drugs feel. How good a poz cock feels." "How good you feel. How good bareback feels," I mumbled, slowly exhaling the hit. "Focus on the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," I repeated. "Pleasure," he said. "Absolute, utter pleasure." We continued to fuck. His cock was sliding in and out of me, lubricated by his pre-cum and the sperm of all the other men. "Just pleasure." I reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still soft, even though I had never been quite so aroused. "Here," he said, and grabbed my hands. He put them on his chest. His skin was warm, almost hot, and was stretched over firm muscles. There was a thick coating of hair, but it was wet with accumulated sweat from our sexual work-out. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his erect nipples, before I moved down over his stomach. He was a man, so there was a slight gut. But there was no part of him that was soft, and he had a powerful core. I also took a long look at his tattoos. "Pentagram?" I asked, studying the black pentagon shape on his stomach. "It's for a fraternity I'm in." "Like college." "No. More than that. I'm sure you'll find out," he said. He was smiling. "And you'll love it." He leaned in and kissed me. "Now," he said between kisses. "Let's get you bred." "Please," I moaned. He felt so damn good, and I was getting hungry. There was no reason to delay anything. "Make me feel good." "That's right," he said. "Pleasure above all else." "Pleasure," I said. He thrust his cock into me. "Pleasure," said a new voice. The new man had climbed onto the sofa, and was right by my head. I looked up, seeing his hairy, muscular body. He had a gymnast's build, muscular, but dense and compact. He also had a thick, heavy cock. It was hanging down, fat and wide, but not yet hard. "Absolute, fucking pleasure," Colby said. "Pleasure," he moaned again as his cock slid all the way into me. "Giving pleasure." He pulled his cock out, then slammed it back into me. I gasped. "Taking pleasure." "Just pleasure," the stranger said. He let his dick brush against my lips. It was warm, and there was a bit of pre-cum at the tip. I tried to lick it, but he pulled it away. The salty-sweaty smell lingered though, reminding me how hungry I was. "Give it to him," the stranger said to Colby. "You want my poz cum?" Colby asked me. "Make you feel good. Give me pleasure." I nodded. The stranger had brushed his dick against my lips again. I tried to lick it again; I wanted everything inside of me. But he pulled away first. "Pleasure," I said. It was a hot, horned-up evening. Pleasure was the only priority. "Please," I said. "Oh fuck," Colby moaned, and slammed his cock into me. "So fucking close," he grunted, and pounded my ass relentlessly. I gasped, a combination of pain and pleasure. But before I could mutter even a grunt, the stranger finally relented and lowered his dickhead into my mouth. I was momentarily distracted by the stranger's musky head, and I started to lick it clean. I could taste pre-cum and sweat and piss and lube, all the necessary ingredients of a modern sex pig. I gulped down on his dickhead and shaft. "FUUUCK," Colby grunted, and I was jerked back to my immediate reality. The older man had rammed his raw cock back into my ass. Although he had been fucking me for quite a while, the most recent thrust had set off all my pain receptors. I was acutely aware that he was only the latest in a line of men to have used my hole, and it was now quite sore. "Your hole got so hot," he moaned. "I want to breed it." "Pleasure," the stranger said to Colby. "Get it." The stranger's dick was starting to grow in my mouth. His shaft was starting to press against the back of my mouth; much more and I would gag. Between his relentless mouth-fuck and Colby's agonizing pounding, it was hard to imagine what pleasure meant. "FUUUUCK," Colby grunted again. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned. I could hear the men in the darkness slow slightly, listening to Colby get off in my ass. His dick throbbed, and a thick fluid coated my guts. At first, the semen soothed the painful burning sensation in my asshole. But then, Colby pulled partway out, and let his dick inject me with another few cc's of his cum. The second spurt was pure fire. It was as if Colby was filling me with molten lead, and each move of his dick made my ass burn even more. I didn't know how I was going to withstand it. "Pleasure," the stranger said, watching me squirm. There was no escaping being fucked. Colby's shaft slid back into me, and deposited another jet of white-hot sperm. "Take it," Colby grunted. "Take my poz cum. TAKE IT." "Oh god," I yelped. Colby gave me another dose of his high viral load sperm. My ass was now coated with his semen. I thought it was going to make his thrusts easier to endure, but every stroke burnt. "Oh God," repeated, whimpering each time Colby's dick spurted more semen into me. "TAKE IT," Colby grunted. On my back, legs in the air, it was impossible for me to resist. I had to take his sperm. "Take that dirty poz seed." Above me, the stranger dripped a bit more pre-cum into my mouth. I was glad that I was sucking him off; my hole was burning and it would be hard to get fucked immediately after Colby. "I know you love it," the stranger said. "Just focus on the pleasure." "Fucking PLEASURE," Colby said, repeating the stranger's mantra. His dick throbbed once more, and the burning in my hole only got worse. "Pleasure," he said. "Filled you up there." "Full of poz sperm, huh?" the stranger asked. I nodded as best I could with his dickhead still in my mouth. "Almost dripping out," Colby agreed. "Be a good boy," he said to me. "Hold it in as I pull out." I clenched my ass. It had been a few hours since Seth had first pressed into me, and my muscles were reaching exhaustion. But I was still able to tighten up enough to keep Colby's precious load in my hole. "Here's hoping you get fertilized," he said.