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You tease us so cruelly with these short updates. <lol> Seriously though... enjoying your work. Keep it up.

Great story! Can't wait for the deflowering.

Backpackguy.... Don't waste it! I think we can all think of better places for that to go. :-)

Congrats on doing so well. I know the CD4's can be frustrating... I think mine have been over 500 maybe two or three times since testing positive in 2008 (started meds in 2010). All my other numbers look good (undetectable, etc. etc.)... but it still annoys me that that particular number is "too low" (my words, not my doctors). A doctor has suggested that my CD4 count just naturally falls into that lower range (just was never commented on when I was negative). Anyway, congrats, and good luck with stopping smoking. You can do it!

Didn't intend to imply that he was drugged. Only that he is embracing a side of his personality he has never addressed before. :-)

Part 3: Wes knelt behind me, unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants down. His hands gripped my ass and I jumped. His hands were rough and callous. His grip on my cheeks was firm. I guess that’s what what one would expect from someone like a mechanic, but I had never expected to be in this position. In a hotel room, in a strange town, naked, with a stranger manhandling my ass. His hands split my ass cheeks like a melon. I could feel his warm breath on my sphincter. He held still for a minute, not moving, just his warm breath on the ring of my ass. I shivered and again felt butterflies in my stomach. My ass tightened impulsively, which earned me a hard slap on my ass. I almost jumped to me feet, but Wes' tight grip held me in place as he ordered me to relax. Then I felt his scratchy stubble like sandpaper on the tender skin of my ass crack. Then something wet and spongy was touching me down there, encircling my ring, playfully flicking it. Oh fuck! He was licking my ass! It was so nasty but I uncontrollably grunted in pleasure, as shivers ran up and down my spine. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Wes' tongue circled faster now, teasing, licking, and tasting my hole, pushing into the centre, testing it’s resistance. I involuntarily tightened again, which earned me another slap, so, as best I could, I willed my ass to relax. Which was, to be sure, hard to do given the sensations Wes was sending up my spine and down my legs. The motions of Wes’ tongue sent vibrations throughout my entire body, and I gripped the bedspread tightly as if I could, even as I struggled to relax my hole. Then my tight puckered ass finally relaxed and I felt the tip of his tongue push through. Just inside me. I wanted more. No. I needed it. I needed his tongue deeper. As my rock hard dick rubbed against the hotel blanket I tried to push my ass back but Wes was in charge, and tightly held me still. Yeah, Wes was in control. This would go at his pace. I had no choice but surrender to his expertise. I wanted to cry in frustration, but then he clearly knew what he was doing. A thought bubbled to my mind. Unwanted. Something from a Sex Ed class or something years ago. “Are you… are you… “ I struggled to form words even as he was making me feel so good. “Are you on medication?” He pulled back just long enough to answer “No,” as his tongue entered me again, finally pushing a little deeper before pulling back, when he added "I've never taken them and have a high viral load. My CD4’s are low.” Again his tongue entered in my hole. It was so hard to think. Then Wes remarked “Doc gave me an AIDS diagnosis a couple years ago.” His fingers slipped further into my crack, pulling at the edges of my pucker so his tongue could push in deeper still. A trickle of sweat ran down my back. He asked “Want me to stop?” Some part of me knew he was playing me, working me up so he could have his way. I didn’t care. “Oh god, no! Please don’t stop.” I heard him chuckle as he slipped a finger in my hole. My back door gripped him tightly but he was in at least to the joint. His finger slipping in and out. Pushing deeper. His tongue licking around the outside. Then Wes' finger touched something inside of me. I’m sure I saw stars. I thought he had aroused me before but this was a whole new level. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my throbbing hard-on. I could hear myself moaning. Both were distant though. Whatever that lump was inside of me that he was touching made me not care about anything else. “Fuck! You are tight,” he remarked, paused, and then added, "But we’ll fix that.” I felt an additional finger pushing into my ass, so m y sphincter was stretched around two of his rough fingers. A sharp flash of pain made me jump again. Again, another slap, but I glanced behind to see he was again wearing that cruel smile of his, as he commented “Guess I was lying in the truck earlier when I told you I wouldn’t bite.” He allowed me a little more motion now and I felt myself pushing back into his probing digits. My moans grew louder. Echoing off the walls. He pulled his fingers out and his tongue dove back inside me. Then I heard a knock on the door. Startled, I jumped, and received another slap on my butt cheek. Wes, on the other hand, was clearly not surprised. His tongue did not stop working my hole as he reached back and opened the door. “Shit! He’s a noisy fuck isn’t he?” a voice said. I saw it was Ken. He might have been smiling but his smile seemed to be somehow cruel, sort of like that which Wes presented. Ken slipped off his tie and threw it in the corner of the room and unbuttoned the top couple buttons on his shirt, his eyes glued tightly on my ass and on Wes’ tongue as it drilled into my hole. “Don’t know how you do it, Wes, it's like you can smell a ripe peach ready to be picked,” Ken laughed at his own joke, but not surprisingly Wes didn’t reply. He was too busy working me into a frenzy. Ken sat down on the chair in the corner and intently watched. Wes slipped two fingers back inside, now all the way to the knuckle. Again, I felt the stretching sensation as a third finger forced its way inside alongside the two that were already there. His other hand alternately rubbing my butt cheeks and grabbling my hips to pull me back onto his finger fuck. Click. I glanced over to see Ken had a smartphone in his hand, taking pictures. Click. Click. As his other hand rubbed the sizeable bulge in his trousers. The three fingers in my rectum were stretching apart like an expanding triangle. Prying my cheeks apart, opening me further. Wes’ tongue pushed further in between his fingers, and was able to reach deeper than he had reached earlier. My ass surrounding to lust, opening for him. Then Wes stood but he kept his fingers in my hole. Stretching me. Thrusting in and out. His pants were still open. His dick still sticking out of his fly. Even harder now than when he was in my mouth. “You ready, boy?” I swallowed my fear. Before today I had considered myself straight as an arrow. Now I was bent over a bed, three fingers in my ass, a hard cock ready to enter me, and more turned on than I had ever been. “Yes.” My thread was dry and my voice raspy. Wes pulled his fingers back but did not fully remove them. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “Yes what?” as he pushed three fingers knuckle-deep. “Please…, please fuck me!” “You want dick inside you?” “Yes… I want it.” “You want this toxic cock to fuck you? You want my AIDS infected dick in your hole?” “Yes!” He started pulling his fingers out again. “Beg,” he ordered. And in his voice was the hint of a threat. A threat that he would stop. “Beg for my cock. Convince me that you really want it or I will walk out right now.” “Please don’t go!” My voice was cracking. I thought I might cry. I sounded so pathetic. Ken was still holding the phone but not clicking any more. He was taking a video. My de-flowering was to be a communal event. “Please…” I was shaking but I couldn’t stop the words. “Please fuck me. I need it… I want you inside me. I want your… your… toxic dick in me.” “You want me to bust your cherry wide open? To make you the dirty bitch you were born to be?” His fingers thrust in and out of my ass again. “To turn this into a pussy?” “Yes! Oh god yes! Please take my cherry ass.” “I won’t pull out. You will get my dirty seed deep inside you. My AIDS infected cum. “ “Yes! Please. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want your cum. Your dirty, toxic cum.” His fingers pulled out. One hand gripped my left hip as his other hand held the shaft of his dick which he lining-up with my hole. Then, guiding his cock forward, he snarled “Ok, faggot, you've asked for it.” His dick felt different than his fingers or his tongue. Like a lead pipe wrapped in foam padding. It was bigger. I cried out. Despite Wes’ preparations, it hurt like hell. He didn’t stop, though. He simply pushed forward. My sphincter tightened. Another hard slap on my ass. “Goddam it! Relax!” he hissed behind me. I tried to obey. My ass resisted, still tensing. Wes’ hips were insistent, pushing forward and forcing his way inside. I screamed and tears ran down my eyes. My cock hung limply now. “Come on, boy. You can take it…. you are half-way there.” Wes gripped my left hip with one hand, pulling my ass further up into position, while his other hand pushed my head down flat to the bed. He was raising my ass to meet his cock. Wes was merciless. Flashes of pain seared me on each thrust. But along with that pain was a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before. Each thrust inside felt like he was splitting me in half. But it also rubbed that lump in my ass, making me tremble with pleasure. Each time he pulled back I whimpered, feeling empty and waiting eagerly for the next thrust. Ken was nearby. Alternately snapping pictures and shooting videos, as he also managed to rub his own cock. I could see a ring of pre-cum seeping through his trousers. Wes pushed forward again, slipping slightly deeper. “Fuck yeah!. Cornhole that boy!” Ken cheered, aiming the phone to get a clear video of the cock in my ass. “You are really tearing that hole up!” He panned the phone up my body until he the video showed my face, red and covered in sweat and tears, the shape of Wes’s gaunt body humping my ass clearly visible over my shoulder. “You should see his face.” Ken laughed. “Little bitch is crying like a baby.” “Don’t care about his face.” Wes replied. Wes pulled his cock out slightly then slammed it back in, suddenly forcing his hard rod deeper into me. Again my mouth opened to scream but I no sound came. “Almost there….” Wes grunted. “Please…. please. Don’t stop. Give it to me all the way inside.” Again he thrust. Hard. Insistent. Deeper. Again. Again. I could feel him getting further inside me with each thrust. Then I felt it. First an itching sensation. His pubic hair touched the inside of my butt crack… the skin already tender from the stubble on his face. Then something touching just below my hole. He was balls deep in my ass and I could feel his sack resting against me as he came to a stop. “There you go, boy. All the way in.” He held his dick there for a moment. “Fuck!” Ken said, getting a close up shot of my stuffed ass. “That cherry has been fucked to hell.” Wes gripped my hips tightly. “So, boy, do you like it?” “Oh god, yes. It hurts but it feels so good. I feel so full…” I babbled on for a minute until he suddenly pulled back until just the head of his dick was inside me. My babbling stopped. “Good. Now the fuck can really begin.” He thrust forward suddenly, burying himself back in my hole, his balls slapping my ass. He pulled back again. Then thrust his six inch dagger all the way in. Again. Again. Again. Each time picking up speed. It still hurt. Each time. But the pain was less now. The pleasure was more. My dick was hard again. I lifted my ass back to meet his thrust. I was panting like a dog. Thrust. Again. Harder. I could feel sweat dripping off of him. Dripping onto me. Mingling with my own. Running down my back. Sliding down and dripping off my ass. Ken was still clicking pictures, shooting video. My ass, dick, my face. I didn’t care. “Getting close…” Wes moaned. “Beg me for me seed. Beg me to POZ your ass!” “Yeah!” I managed to say. “Do it. Cum in me… give me your disease!” “Say it!” His hands were gripping my hips like a vice. “POZ my hole. Please! POZ my hole!” We fucked like animals. Grunting, moaning, panting, the slap of Wes’ balls against my ass as he slammed inside me. Then the slapping faded, and a part of my brain knew Wes' were are drawing up, that he was about to deliver his toxic seed in my ass. His dick kept expanding, swelling in my hole. But I was lost in the moment. No words now. Just grunts. Another deep grunt behind me.…. then “Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!” He froze balls-deep inside me, - and came! Pulsing. Again and again. Warm goo blowing deep inside my ass, filling me, even as his cum surrounded his dick. Wes held his dick there, deep inside my ass, until his breathing settled. He slid his cock about with small thrusts a few times, but not once pulling out. "Just wanna make sure I work that load really deep,” he explained. His hands pushed forward on my hips, still not pulling out of my ass, but instead pushing me off his cock. I felt him leaving me and tried to tighten my ass, but I couldn't grip him, so finally he exited my ass - with a slight pop. I lay forward on the bed. Still breathing heavily. My dick was still hard but my own cum load is sticky beneath me on the bed. I had shot my load and not even noticed. I felt something warm and sticky slide out from inside me and roll down my balls. Wes’ cum. Wes’ AIDS cum. My lust abated, if not satisfied, and I was suddenly afraid. What had I done? I tried to get up but Wes had a hand on my ass and his finger kept encircling my hole. His rough hand still felt good and I found myself content to enjoy the attention. Then he presented his finger to my mouth, and I could see his finger was covered with the cum leaking from my hole. My lips parted without being asked and his finger slid into my mouth. I sucked on the finger, tasting his cum. It was salty but sweet. And there was something else: the taste of my own ass. My cock throbbed underneath me as I lay there, content to nurse his finger. Then Ken broke the mood, saying to Ken “Your turn, sloppy seconds… just the way you like it.”

More coming soon. Sorry for the delay. Life has been hectic.

There are some tops who really find verbal distracting... But for a lot of guys i think it is about dominance. They want that feeling of controlling you. If you are too "bossy" or assertive they will shut you down to maintain control. When I was single I used to love getting a top who was in charge and intended to stay that way...but I love being a bit verbal myself.

No... But the bar is in the hotel. Wes leads him back to his room. See paragraph: "I let him lead me out of the bar. Following him obediently. My straining dick tenting my jeans. His hand on my ass guided me. He didn’t ask my room number but seemed to know. He fished my room key out of my pocket, his fingers brushing my dick teasingly. He opened the door and guided me in. "

Looking forward to more.

Took me longer than I had expected to get this story going (had expected to post it a couple weeks ago)... so here are the first two "chapters". It won't be as long as my last one... but there are at least 2-3 more chapters.

Part 2 The bar was just off the check in area. It was not a big room, but there was a small counter on one side with a small assortment of alcohol behind it. Several tables were scattered around the room but I was the only person there. It wasn’t as bright as the reception area and there were several old neon signs for various beers lining the walls. There were two entrances, one of which opened onto the hallway that led to lobby, (the hallway conveniently kept most of the glare of the florescent lights out of the bar), and the other door lead outside. Ken covered the bar as well as the hotel reception, and since I suspect I was the only guest in the motel, this wasn't much of a of challenge. I’ve never been a beer drinker and the bar had a pretty limited selection of other alcohol so I just ordered a whisky and coke. I had picked up a taste for it from a friend who drank the stuff like a fish. Ken was generous with the whisky so I sipped the drink slowly. He seemed content to let me drink in relative peace and quiet. After a few minutes the outside door opened. I looked up and saw Wes the mechanic stroll into the room. He had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, so I assumed he was off work now. He chatted with Ken for a few minutes then took a seat at the bar near me. “All settled in?” he asked. He still didn’t seem to smile much but seemed a bit more relaxed. I nodded and thanked him for his help again. Didn’t really know what to say. He was the first guy I had even met who was HIV positive (at least the first one who had told me). Plus I was still having a hard time not starring at him - his black hair and blue eyes, that gaunt and worn face. That air of mystery and danger. What the hell? I asked myself. Am I checking out a dude? I’m not gay. No - I’m just tired and stressed, I decided. We sat quietly for a minute then he leaned in. “Hope I didn’t freak you out earlier - when I told you I'm positive.” I know what he meant of course. “No, not at all,” I lied, "I was just surprised, a little, I guess.” He didn’t lean back and I felt pressured to say something more. “So, are you.. you know, gay?” “What it bother you if I said yes?” “No. I don’t have anything against gay people. One of my cousins is gay.” “How about you? You ever thought about it?” “Nope. Never. I’m straight.” He leaned in closer to whisper conspiratorially. I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Never thought about it once? Maybe in the locker room at school? Wondered what the other guys were packing? How they sized-up?” “No… well… I mean….” “That’s what I thought.” Out of the corner of my eye, his half smile seemed cruel and his eyes raked over me. “You are a hot boy. Bet lots of guys have lusted after you.” I had never thought of myself being lusted after by guys. I mean…. that’s weird, right? But suddenly my mind raced. I have a nice body and work out... I still play soccer and it helps keep me fit. Memories flashed into my mind's eye. Guys who had been a little too kind to me. A tutor in my freshman year who had been a little too solicitous. A customer who used to come in every time I was working and talk to me. Other men, other times. “Yeah. I guess so,” I replied as I took a sip of my drink. He didn’t let me pull away though. “And you can’t take your eyes off me.” I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders. His arm felt strong, comforting, and I didn’t pull away. I felt my dick stir a little. “I don’t know what you mean.” I was sweating a little, nervous, wanting him to stop. And yet afraid he would. “You can admit it. Just the two of us here. And you'll be gone tomorrow. No one will know.” “Well, yeah, I guess you are handsome.” I took another sip of my drink to give myself courage. I took a deep breath and turned to look him in the eye. “I find you kind of - hot. Definitely alluring.” His lips were near mine. I wondered for a moment where Ken had gone. But then Wes’s lips pressed against mine and I forget everything else. Just the sensation of the stubble on his face. So masculine. The smell of his breath. So intoxicating. His tongue pressing through my lips. So aggressive. So demanding. His arm around me, one hand stroking the back of my neck. So dominant. I surrendered to him, melting into his arms. I felt so wicked. So free. His other hand found my chest and rubbed my nipples through my shirt. I gasped. I had never realised I was so sensitive there. The hand rubbing my neck began to slide slowly down my back. His hand cupping my butt and gently rubbing. Playing me like a fiddle. I was panting and he was working me up. I was so horny. My dick was hard and straining in my jeans. I was sure I was about to shoot right there in the bar. He pulled back and lifted me up. His hand cupped my ass again. I let him lead me out of the bar. Following him obediently. My straining dick tenting my jeans. His hand on my ass guided me. He didn’t ask my room number but seemed to know. He fished my room key out of my pocket, his fingers brushing my dick teasingly. He opened the door and guided me in. He pulled my shirt off and threw it aside. The cool air of the room did nothing to calm me. Kissing me again. Touching me where ever he wanted. I didn’t protest. I was lost in the moment. He pulled my arm and placed my hand on his crotch. I could feel his dick straining as hard as mine. I had never felt another guy’s dick before. It felt so natural in my hand. His hands were on my shoulders. Pushing me down to my knees in front of him, his crotch was inches in front of me. The straining shaft was all I could see, the slight musk, all I could smell. I glanced up and him for permission and he nodded. I fumbled with his belt, the button on his jeans, the zipper, and pulled open his fly. Closer now. Only the thin material of his briefs between me and his cock. Moment of truth. My mouth watering. I was scared. But eager. His hand on the back of my head, pulling me forward. I don’t resist. My lips press against the front of his briefs. Kissing his shaft. My tongue slowly parts my lips and I lick him through the underwear. Taste of salty. Maybe sweat, maybe cum, maybe piss. I don’t care…. at the moment it is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. No turning back now. “That’s it, boy,” he moaned above me, “Get it wet for me.” My hands found the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His dick popped out. It seemed so big that it filled up my vision but I guess it was a bit over six inches long and about five inches around. I realised suddenly that I wasn’t sure what to do. I had never had a cock in my mouth before. I started by running my tongue around the head and across the piss slit. Wes liked that but seemed eager to move on. He pushed forward slightly and slipped the head into my mouth. His dick felt hard on my lips but soft of on my tongue. He was warm and throbbing in my mouth and he slid the head into and out of my mouth. Pushing deeper gently, patiently. More of him in my mouth, his black pubes moving closer. I gagged and he allowed me to catch my breath without pulling his dick out. The pushing in a bit more. And more. Until I gagged again. “You can do it, boy. You can take it. Just relax your throat and swallow it in.” I tried to obey and he was able to slide in further but I was simply not able to take it all the way. I wanted it so much. I wanted to feel his pubes against my face, to smell him as he thrust into my throat but it was not to be. “It’s ok, boy.” He said, looking down at me. “This is just the warm up.” He pulled me to my feet, turned me around so my back was to him, and bent me over the bed.

Part 1 “Fuck!” I kicked my car in anger… and instantly regretted it. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hopped around on one foot until the pain in my toes subsided. This was not how my day was supposed to go. At twenty one years old, I was finally moving out of my parent’s home. I had been ready to move a couple years ago when I graduated from high school but my Dad had talked me into going to the local junior college while working for a few years to save money. I had watched as all my friends moved on. The smart ones were accepted into prestigious schools. I had done okay in school, but wasn’t a geek or anything. My jock friends who were good enough got athletic scholarships, and while I was on the high school soccer team, I always knew I wasn’t good enough to have a future in it. The rich kids didn’t have to worry about the cost, of course, but my Dad was just a middle manager who constantly worried about being downsized. Even my high school girlfriend went off to college. In fact, she dumped me the night before she left. I heard through the grapevine that she dropped out last year after she got knocked up by some college senior. Naturally I had a good laugh about that one. Finally, though, I’ve served my time at the junior college. A couple months ago I got my Associates degree and was accepted at in San Diego. I had worked my ass off in junior college to make sure I got a shot at something better. I would never tell him, but my Dad was right about going to a junior college first. So, this morning I gave Dad a firm handshake and my crying Mom a big hug and hit the road for the drive to San Diego - over 750 miles. My Dad told me to take the I5 but I wanted to drive down the coast. I was somewhere south of Carmel when the engine temperature warning light came on. I decided to keep driving to the next town. A few miles later and I saw smoke or steam from under the hood. I pulled to the side of the road right as the engine died. Now I was stuck in the middle of god awful nowhere. Hundreds of miles from home, hundreds of miles from San Diego, and who knows how many miles from civilisation. I pulled out my phone. I should call Dad. He would come help, but I didn’t dial. No. I was hundreds of miles from home. I didn’t want him to drive down. And I didn’t want the 'I told you' lecture for not sticking to the i5. My cell signal wasn’t great but I was able to get online on my phone and find the name of the nearest town. A few more minutes of fighting the slow internet and I found the name of a garage there. Thank god! How could anyone live with such crappy cell service? I called the garage and told them my car had broken down, and also described my location as best I could. The asshole on the phone gave me some attitude about not knowing the exact location. Like I was supposed to know my way around his shit hole corner of California? However, I kept my cool. After I gave him my info, I got back in the car and waited. And waited. 
And waited. After about an hour I was starting to lose my patience. The sun was setting and it was just starting to get dark. I did not want to sit out here in the dark. Every horror movie I’ve ever seen was coming back to haunt me. I was about to pick up my phone and call back when I saw headlights coming my way. Sure enough, it was a tow truck. The mechanic pulled up behind me and I got out to meet him. I was ready to rip into him but held back when I saw him. The guy was tall, about 6’3”, but there was something strange about him. He was very lean, kind of haggard really, and there was something dark and scary about him. Not just dark like his hair - it was more of a 'aura', I guess. I decided that making a fuss about being kept waiting might not be smart. I just gave him a smile and thanked him. He didn’t really respond, just kind of nodded. Not really even nodded. Just inclined his head in my general direction. He walked to the front of my car and make a gesture which I assumed was an indication to open the hood. He spent a few minutes looking over the engine. I hovered nearby trying to pretend I knew what he was was looking at. My Dad had always warned me to be careful with mechanics. As he put it, 'they will try to sell you $500 of repairs to fix a $25 problem'. This guy, however, seemed to know his stuff. He tested various connections, had me try to start the engine then he tested and probed some more. There was something about him that was - interesting - I guess is the best word. Like I said, he was gaunt and there was something worn out about him…but not like he was ugly or anything. It gave him an element of mystery and danger that I can’t quite explain. He had black hair that hung over his forehead and blue eyes. He was older than me but not old really, maybe in his 30’s. I just found myself watching him and trying not to let him see. Finally he shut the hood looked at me shaking his head. “Could be worse.” He had a deep voice that seemed strange coming from such a thin and worn body. He rambled some explanation that I didn’t really follow… car engines aren’t really my thing, you know? “How much to fix it?” “About $650 between parts and labor.” I had been saving up money while living at home but that didn’t mean I had money to burn. Still nothing could be done about it now. “How long will it take to fix?” He shrugged. “Can get you up and running tomorrow.” “Shit! I mean, I’m on my way to San Diego for college. I'm not from around here.” He looked at me but didn’t reply. “I wasn’t planning on stopping. I wanted to drive straight through.” “Well, you aren’t going anywhere in this until tomorrow.” He looked at me, his blue eyes piercing as he seemed to measure me up, and I guess took pity on me. “Tell you what. There’s a little motel in town… it’s not much but you should be able to get a room there for tonight. A friend of mine runs the place. Get in the truck and I’ll drop you off.” I thanked him and, once he had the car attached to his tow truck, I climbed in the passenger seat. It was a long trip and he didn’t seem in any hurry. We rode in silence for a few minutes. My eyes kept wandering to him. He was handsome, in a way, I guess. I tried to figure out what about him was so strange and… well… captivating. I’m not gay, you know, so it was just curiosity. I’m sure he caught me glancing at him a few times… he seemed amused. He had a tattoo on his arm that looked kind of familiar. To make conversation, I asked him what it was. “Biohazard.” He replied. “Oh yeah? That seems like a strange choice.” He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes again. I felt a little tingle in my stomach life butterflies. What the hell? I cursed myself…. what am I, some sort of 12 year old girl? “Do you know what it means?” he asked. I shook my head. “It means I’m HIV positive.” It was such an odd thing to tell a stranger, and he said it so nonchalantly, that it took me a second to understand what he had said. “Oh. Man. I’m so sorry.” I blurted. “Why?” He had a strange sort of half smile. I squirmed. “That you are sick.” “Nothing to be sorry about. I've been positive a long time. But don’t worry. I won’t bite.” I didn’t know what to say so just sat there, looking out the window, trying not to steal glances at him. I’m sure I heard him chuckle but he didn’t push the conversation. It was very dark by the time we reached the motel. “Tell Ken that Wes sent you and that I said not to run up the rate on you,” he said as I climbed down from the truck. He looked at me and I felt him measuring me up again somehow. Damn… I swear my stomach fluttered again. Partly in fear of him, partly for… something else. “You look like you need a drink. Just to calm your nerves. Ken has a little bar in the motel. You should drop in there once you are settled in.” I gave him my friendliest smile and thanked him again. Then he drove the truck, pulling my poor little car, into the night. The motel was something from the 40’s or 50’s and looked like the motor lodge that time forgot. Couldn’t be much business that came along this route and it showed. Even in the dark I could see the paint was peeling and chipping away in places. A broken window had been covered over with plywood. Yep, I decided, I had somehow gotten stranded in a horror movie. There was even an old neon sign with most of the letters burnt out. I was somewhat surprised when I walked into the reception area that it didn’t look so bad inside. Tacky and dated? Yes. But clean. Not run down like the outside. It was brightly lit with florescent lights and that would probably make you go blind if you sat there too long. A chime sounded as i opened the door. The guy behind the counter was a bit heavyset… no fat, just with a little bit of a belly… and he gave me a big smile as I came in. He must have been ecstatic to have a customer. I quickly learned that this was Ken. He was as friendly as Wes (the mechanic) had been quiet and intimidating. He chatted amiably while he checked me in. He and Wes had gone to school together and they were still good friends. I half listened, somewhat relieved to be around someone who seemed so… normal, I guess. His blond hair was cut short and neatly combed. He reminded me a bit of one of my professors at the junior college. A few minutes later, I was sitting in my motel room. Like the lobby, the room was clean but dated. The bed was a bit lumpy but not completely uncomfortable. Not someplace I would have chosen to stay. but I was glad to have it in the circumstances. I sent a text to my parents telling them I had 'decided' to stop for the night so I didn’t get too tired while driving. I didn’t mention the car troubles. My mom would just worry and my Dad would insist on driving down to help. I tried the TV…. they had a total of 7 or 8 channels but, not surprisingly, there was nothing worth watching. As I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, and found images of Wes kept popping into my head, I made my way down to the bar - just to have something to do. Being 21 has it’s advantages.

Thanks everyone. Started working on a new story. Current title is "Breaking Down" (subject to change) and starts with a 20 year old guy breaking down while driving down the California Coast. Will try to get it posted this weekend.

Thanks for the kind words. Glad you all enjoyed it.

Aftermath and Epilogue I came home sick from work today. My flu symptoms were slightly better but I still felt miserable. Calvin was out sick as well … I wondered if he too was experiencing the “fuck flu.” It was hot thinking he might be but I didn’t really dwell on it. I just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. I got home around 1:30 and headed towards the bed room. Thomas shouldn’t be home until 6 or so… so I could get a bit of rest. Then I heard the voices. Coming from the bedroom. Not just voices… moans and grunts. What the fuck? I tiptoed to the room. The door wasn’t quite closed. I looked through the gap, moving carefully and quietly. I could see Thomas on the bed. He was naked, on all fours, his is ass up in the air. And some stranger behind him. A stranger who was thrusting into him, sinking a hard cock into my husband’s ass. “Take that cock you bitch.” The stranger said. His thrusts were fierce and merciless. The sound of his thighs slapping against Thomas’s ass echoed in the room. “Yeah, fuck me, use my hole.” “Damn your ass is so tight. I’m glad I saw your profile online.” “You like it? You are only the third guy to ever fuck me. I can’t think of anything else… i called off work so I could get fucked.” The stranger sneered. “With that little dick, you can’t do much else bend over and give up your ass.” Thomas said nothing, just pushed his ass back to meet the thrusts. I pushed the door and it drifted open. Thomas’s head shot up and he saw me. The stranger almost fell off the bed in surprise but caught himself. “Fuck! I didn’t know you invited any one else.” The stranger said, slapping Thomas hard on the ass. He tired to me. “Wait your turn… I’m almost done here. Trust me, this ass is worth waiting for.” I shrugged, gave Thomas a little wink, and moved closer to watch this stranger’s dick pound into his ass. I wondered how his cum would taste when I sucked in out of my husband’s ass. Like I said when I started this: I never meant this to happen. I really didn’t. But Thomas and my relationship has changed now and there is no going back. **** I wrote all of that about a year ago. I suppose I felt guilty and this was my confession. I found the papers a few weeks ago and decided to post them here. Thomas and my relationship did change. We tried to set rules for awhile… the “gay agreement” where we would fuck with other guys but only when we were together. That didn’t work: we are both very horny bottoms and it became a competition to see who would get fucked. We graduated to an “open relationship” and it was fun for awhile… fucking anyone we wanted but still having someone to come home to. Over time, however, we drifted apart. We still love each other, we will still get together from time to time (I fuck him or we have a threesome if we can find a top), but Thomas moved out some months ago so he could have a more private space for his hook ups. Calvin and I still fuck from to time but he spends most of his weekend’s ass up in the bathhouse now. I’ve seen him there a few times and sometimes just sit back and watch the little slut take load after load up his hot ass. As Dan had suggested, my flu was my seroconversion. I went in for a test two or three months after that that night with the three of us and the result wasn’t a surprise. Calvin tested positive even before I did. Thomas tested positive just a few months later I sometimes sit back and wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t met Dan that day at work. Would I have stayed faithful to Thomas? Would we still be together? But I don’t think so. I love getting fucked and, yes, I love big dicks. If it hadn’t been Dan getting my own my knees or bent over in that bathroom it would have been someone else eventually. Maybe some day, I’ll settle down again. For now, though, I’m just enjoying life and taking it day to day. The End

Chapter 20: Thomas I watched Thomas out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were focused on the screen. The sight of the younger Dan’s big dick sliding down some stranger’s throat was blocking out everything else. “Umm…” He stammered. “Sure… if you guys want.” Thomas didn’t even look to me for confirmation… he just sat the remote down without removing his eyes from the TV. “God.” Dan said absently. “This video always gets me hard. This was about ten years ago and I still remember him.” His hand was in his crotch and he was rubbing his dick absently. Thomas glanced at Dan, trying to pretend he wasn’t, and I saw his tongue lip his lips. Thomas was blushing and had moved a pillow into his lap. I heard Dan unzip his jeans and slip his hand inside, still rubbing his dick. Thomas’s eyes were glued to Dan’s crotch, even the video forgotten. Dan continued to stroke himself jut out of sight, his eyes watching Thomas. Measuring him. Making sure he was ready. Thomas had his own hand under the pillow on his lap and was rubbing himself. He licked his lips again. Dan pulled out his beautiful dick and was stoking it openly. Thomas leaned forward slightly. Dan stopped stroking. He held his dick at the base and gave it a little shake. “Come here.” He said to Thomas. My husband, my loving and faithful husband, didn’t even look in my direction as he slipped off the couch and knelt in front of Dan. Thomas’s little dick was hard and sticking out of his fly. He hovered over Dan’s crotch. “Go ahead.” Dan whispered to him. “Just lean forward and take it in your mouth. You know you want to.” Finally Thomas turned and looked at me although he didn’t speak, his desperate eyes begged me for permission. I nodded slowly. Thomas turned back and sank his head into Dan’s lap. His lips parted and Dan’s cock slipped into his mouth. “That’s a good boy.” Dan whispered. “You are doing good… your mouth feels so good.” Thomas seemed pleased with the compliment and any hesitation seemed to fade. I had been able to get him to reluctantly suck my dick a couple times in our first year together but he was never into it and I had eventually given up. Now he was eagerly going down on this man he had only met earlier this evening. Dan seemed to have that effect on men. “You like that dick, boy?” Dan asked. “You like being on your knees with a cock down your throat?” Thomas moaned again but didn’t stop working the cock. He was struggling a bit with the width and length but was doing his best. Dan’s hands were on the back of his head, pushing him gently down further. Thomas gagged as the cock his the back of his mouth. “Come on, boy… you can do it. Open your throat and let my dick inside. Relax… relax…” Dan thrust up suddenly and another inch slipped inside. Thomas convulsed and started to choke… but Dan held him tight and didn’t let him back off. “I said relax… you can take it. Take that cock into your throat.” Thomas’s face was red and tears were welling in his eyes but he did relax. He began breathing through his nose. His choking faded but I could see it was still a struggle. He slid further down, however, and in a few minutes his face was buried in Dan’s bush. Dan let him suck him for a few minutes, allowing Thomas the illusion of control. Dan reached out and grabbed Thomas’s shirt, pulling it up his back and over his shoulders. Thomas released the cock from his mouth long enough for Dan to remove the shirt and then resumed to swallowing it into his throat. Dan was still dressed with his cock sticking out of his fly. Dan ran both his hands down between Thomas’s shoulder blades. Down his back. Down to his ass. He looked at me as he separated my husband’s butt cheeks. I could see Thomas’s virgin sphincter winking and pulsing. He had given himself over completely to Dan in a way he had never done with a man before. Dan’s licked a finger and then began circling Thomas’s hole. Thomas couldn’t speak with his mouth full of dick but he raised his ass to meet Dan’s finger. The finger was swirling around his butt hole. Closer and closer to the center. Pushing in. Dan’s finger probing my husband’s virgin hole… stretching it. “Damn.” Dan said. “That is a tight little pussy.” He slipped in a second finger and then looked up at me. “You like that… you like watching my fingers in his hole?” “Yeah…” I muttered. What I really wanted was the dick that was plumbing the depths of my husband’s throat to be pounding my ass. Dan’s sat back and wrapped his fingers around Thomas’s chin, pulling his face up until Thomas was looking up into Dan’s eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Thomas looked scared. “I’ve never… never had anyone inside me before.” “But you want it now, don’t you? You want me to pop your cherry ass.” Thomas nodded. He looked ashamed but I could tell he meant it… he really did want Dan to fuck him. My “total top” husband admitting he wanted to get fucked. I could understand that desire. “And you are going to like it. I can tell… your pussy is begging for it.” He looked back to me. “Get him wet and ready.” I slipped off the couch and knelt behind Thomas. I slipped my tongue into his ass and began eating out his hole. He bent back down and took Dan’s dick back into his mouth and throat. After a moment, Dan felt Thomas was ready. “Stand up and get undressed.” Thomas’s face was red and he was looking at the floor. His body was shaking in fear and anticipation. But he obeyed. Dan stood in front of Thomas and removed his shirt. I could see the top of the biohazard symbol sticking up just over Dan’s jeans but Thomas hadn’t seen it yet. Dan unfastened his belt and slipped his pants off. Thomas’s eyes trailed down Dan’s body. He saw the tattoo and froze. “That’s right, boy.” Dan whispered. “The dick that’s going to open your hole is going to fill you full of POZ seed.” Thomas stepped back and, for a moment, I thought he would panic and put a stop to everything. But then he reached out and ran his fingers over the tattoo. He shook in almost terror but I could see something else. He was horny, he was still a little drunk, and I could see he was ready… ready to surrender his hole and give up the pretence of being a top. Dan put his hands on Thomas’s shoulders and turned him around. “Bend over and rest your upper body against the back of the couch.” Slowly, hesitantly, Thomas obeyed. He bent himself over the couch. He looked at me, trembling, again without words he was asking me for permission. I nodded. Dan stepped up behind Thomas. He ran his hard dick on Thomas’s ass and into his crack. Thomas whimpered beneath him. Scared. Knowing that his most basic concept of himself was about to be shattered. I bent over and kissed him. Our lips opened and our tongues wrestled in his mouth. 
I broke away from our kiss and stepped back to watch. Dan’s cockhead moved forward, Thomas’s tight ring resisted but stretched and allowed the tip to slip inside. “Here it goes, baby.” Dan pushed forward. Maybe another quarter inch of his head slipped inside. He was rubbing my husband’s ass and hips. Soothing him. Relaxing him. Small thrusts forward. The head sinking in, opening Thomas’s hole slowly. His head was about 3/4 of the way in now. “OK, baby.” He leaned forward slightly over Thomas’s back. “Time to ruin this hole.” Yet again he looked over to me. “Tell him you want him to take it. Tell him how hot this makes you.”
 I knelt by Thomas again. I pulled out my dick. I was hard as a rock. “God, sweetheart. It’s so beautiful. His cock going in your hole, opening you up. It is amazing… I really want you to take it all. To give yourself to him.” Thomas nodded. His voice was shaking when he replied. “I’m ready. Do it.” I kissed Thomas as Dan thrust forward. I swear I heard a pop and the cockhead broke through and slipped inside. I felt Thomas’s body tense up and his face contorted next to mine. “You can do it.” I told him. “Relax and push yourself back on his dick.” Thomas was gasping but did it. I stepped back again to watch my husband getting fucked. About half of the shaft had made it inside and Dan was thrusting… harder now. Thomas was still grimacing but I could see now that other sensations were offsetting the pain. He was pushing his ass back into the fuck… eager to get more of the dick inside him. “When I’m done, you are going to be just another bitch begging for a fuck. That’s what you wan’t isn’t it?” “Yeah.” Thomas’s voice was cracking. “Please… get it in me all the way. I want it so bad.” “Yeah… you are just a whore aren’t you? Tell your husband how much of a whore you are. Tell him how much you like this POZ dick up your ass.” “Stephen… It hurts so much… but it is so amazing. I never realised it would feel like this. I want him in me. I want his cock pounding me. i want his POZ cum.” Dan was thrusting hard and I knew he would be unloading soon. Filling my husband’s ass with his toxic seed the way he had filled mine. Making my husband his bitch as he had made me his bitch. “Here it comes, boy.” Dan grunted. He slammed into Thomas, burying his big dick deep into his guts. He pulled back and slammed again. Thrusting again, then freezing and I knew his cock was pulsing inside Thomas’s ass. I wanted to cry. He had promised to fuck me. Dan stepped back and pulled his cock out of my husband’s hole. He gestured for me. I walked over to him, feeling sullen and betrayed. He grabbed my shoulders and steered me behind Thomas and onto my knees. He pushed my face into Thomas’s ass and I began to work his cum out of Thomas’s hole. Dan had broken Thomas in well… his cherry had been fucked into oblivion and his anal ring wasn’t as tight anymore. I savored the taste of Dan’s cum, pushing my face hard into Thomas’s ass to pry out every drop I could. It was several minutes before Dan pulled me to my feet and back a bit from Thomas. He whispered in my ear, low enough that Thomas couldn’t hear. “That ‘flu’ you have…. do you know what it means?” I shook my head, unsure what he meant. “They call it the fuck flu. I bet you’ve been taking load after load up your ass… looks like one of them took. No way of knowing which one. Your ass is POZ now.” My heart froze. I couldn’t be POZ. I had been fucked so many times in the past, before meeting Thomas, and hadn’t gotten infected. Surely I was resistant. He was wrong. He had to be. But I knew he wasn’t. “Look at your husband. Still bent over, still waiting for another cock. Go on, give it to him. HIV is rampant in your blood… you are probably more infectious now that you ever will be again. No matter what happens with you two… you infect him and there will always be a link.” I stepped behind Thomas. He looked over his shoulder at me, raising his ass up, offering himself. Dan’s cum and my spit were his only lube as I pushed into Thomas’s ass. He groaned beneath me. Looking at him - bent over the couch, his ass in the air, eager to be fucked - I knew his days as a “top” were over. Our relationship would change, had to change, but nothing stays the same forever. “Your ass feels so good, sweetheart.” I told him. “Can you work my dick? Tighten your ass around me? Yeah.. like that.” I felt Dan step behind me. He was hard again and his cock found it’s way to my crack. He spit on his dick and pushed me forward over Thomas’s back. “Yeah… fuck me.” My hole was dry but he pushed in and and I took him eagerly. I had been waiting for this fuck for weeks. I wondered if it was his cum that had converted me, if it was his strain that was working it’s way through my veins. Dan pulled himself onto my back. We must have been an stunning sight. Thomas bent over the couch, me laying on his back with my cock up his ass, and Dan on my back pushing into me. Back and forth we sawed. Hard cocks thrusting into eager asses. Our sweaty bodies sliding on each other. All too soon my balls were pulling up, my dick felt like a rocket ready for lift off. “I’m going to come in you, sweetheart.” “Yeah, Stephen. Give it to me… cum in me!” My body tensed. My heart was pounding. My ass was spasming around Dan’s cock. And I came deep in Thomas’s ass. My body shook and I collapsed on his back. Dan lasted several more minutes. His hard thrusts were tearing my ass up. He wasn’t being gentle with me and I didn’t want him to be. He might never fuck me again… I wanted to remember this one. He pushed in a final time. I pushed back to meet his thrust, making sure he was balls deep in my ass. And he came. Wave after wave, pulse after pulse. He held there long enough to catch his breath then pulled out. His hot seed trickled out of my ass. I kissed Thomas on the neck and then pulled out of him. He turned and sat on the couch looking stunned. His dick was soft but dripping cum. He had shot his load while being fucked. At some point the video had finished and none of us had noticed. I wondered if Dan had cameras hidden here, filming our encounter. Dan pushed me to my knees and I took his dick in my mouth and cleaned him off, relishing the taste of his cum and my ass. When he was satisfied, I turned to Thomas and licked up his cum as well. I wondered if either Dan or I had managed to infect him… if so, I was eating his last negative load. Thomas said nothing. He looked like a lost soul. I gently helped him to his feet and got him dressed before finding my own clothes. Our little fuck fest was over and it was time to go. I told Dan goodbye and the look in his eyes confirmed I wouldn’t be seeing him again. On to something new for him. Thomas didn’t say a word on the way home. I drove and he sat in the passenger seat looking out the window. He didn’t say a word as we got undressed and into bed together. Then he laid his head on my chest, kissing it gently, until he fell asleep there, two loads of cum still dripping from his ass.

Chapter 19: Yesterday And so we come to yesterday. “Do we really need to get together with this construction guy who has been working on your building?” Thomas asked. “Yeah…. Dan is a good guy. They are wrapping up the renovation project and I just wanted to thank him for everything.” Thomas shrugged but didn’t complain. Truth be told, I had been tempted to postpone the get together myself. I hadn’t been feeling well for the last day or so… like I had the flu or something. Plus I wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight. Thomas didn’t know the real plan, of course, he just thought we were just going to treat Dan to dinner. He didn’t know that his cherry would be the dessert. I wanted Dan to fuck me again though… and this was the only way to make this happen. If I postponed our plans everything might fall apart. So I pressed ahead. We were meeting in a restaurant that Thomas really liked not too far from the gay district. It was a Sunday night so the restaurant wouldn’t be too busy. This place served great cocktails which would help get his guard down. I had been getting him hot and bothered throughout the day: playing with his nipples, sucking him, fingering and licking his ass (his new favorite sexual activity) but not actually getting him off. He was horny as fuck and that could only work in my favor… I wanted him thinking with his little head not the one on his shoulders. I let him drive so I could keep working on him as we drove to the restaurant. I started by “resting” my hand on his thigh. I slowly worked my fingers to his crotch and rubbed his little dick until it got hard. I slipped my seatbelt off my chest and bent over him, giving his crotch kisses. “Careful… I’m driving!” He said. I was careful… because I didn’t want him cumming just yet. When we arrived at the restaurant, he seemed very self conscious although i knew his hard on wasn’t really noticeable. 
Dan arrived a few minutes after we did. He was dressed casually but managed to look amazing. His rugged good looks, his self-confidence, everything about his about him was just so captivating. Thomas felt it too… he almost did a double take when Dan walked up and greeted us. He was blushing as I introduced them. Once we were seated, I ordered a round of drinks. By the time he finished his first drink, Thomas seemed more relaxed. Dan was surprisingly charming and a great story teller. Thomas was sitting pretty close to Dan and was hanging on his every word. I was surprised to feel a bit jealous… of both of them. This flu was also really getting to me. I felt warm, my body ached, my throat was sore, and I felt worn out and tired… but I reminded myself that this is what I wanted… better than I had hoped even… and I should go with the flow. After dinner and a few more drinks, Thomas excused himself to go to the bathroom while I asked our server for the check. Dan leaned over to me. “I though you said he was a top?” I shrugged. “He is… he’s never been fucked. It’s only been recently that I’ve gotten him to let me finger his ass or rim him.” “Well… I can feel his ass twitching from a foot away.” He laughed. “His inner whore is itching to get out as much as your’s was.” I gave him a smile. “It’s like I told you… I’ve been working to get him ready for you.” “And you aren’t jealous that I’m going to fuck your husband tonight?” “Well… yeah… I am. But as long as you fuck me too it’s worth it.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry. You’ll get my cock and POZ cum back in your ass tonight.” He paused for a moment, looking me over a bit. “How are you feeling tonight.” “I’m ok… just have a bit of the flu.” He nodded and I noticed he had a strange smile. Almost like triumph. “Don’t worry… it will pass in a couple days.” When Thomas came back, he was swaying a bit. He wasn’t passing out or anything… but he was clearly in no shape to drive. “Sweetheart… I had better drive home.” I told him. He started to protest but Dan cut him off. “Stephen’s company has me in a corporate apartment not far from here for the renovation. Why don’t you two come back for a bit? You can sober up before heading home.” Thomas agreed. Very quickly. Again, i suppressed my jealousy… all was going to plan. Dan’s place was very close… less than a 10 minute walk. It was nondescript but cozy… like most corporate apartments. He sat us on the couch and, despite the cover story of coming back to his place to sober up, poured a drink for each of us and then sat in the chair across from us. We picked up our conversation from the restaurant and sipped our cocktails. “You can turn on the TV if you like.” Dan told Thomas. Thomas picked up the remote and powered on the TV. I was watching Dan who was sitting back in his chair as if waiting for something… waiting for the final play in our little game. The screen came on and I could see it was playing some kind of home video. Two men laying naked in a bed. One guy had his face in the other’s lap and was sucking away at his dick. I didn’t recognize the cocksucker but guy being sucked was clearly Dan although much younger. “Oops. Sorry about that… “ He didn’t sound sorry at all. “That is one of my favorites and was watching it earlier.” Thomas didn’t say anything. He just sat frozen like a deer in the headlights…. the remote still in his hand but not moving to change the channel. “We can watch it if you like.” Dan said.

Very true. The change will throw people off for a bit but they will adjust. I'm fine either way.

I was a very late bloomer. I never had sex until well into my 20's... and never with a man until I was 28.

Ok... I clearly didn't get the story wrapped up but felt the story needed a little bit more development before the end and don't want to rush the final part of the story.

Chapter 18: Thomas Is Ready When I got home, I made a big show of the paperwork I had (allegedly) been working on that day. Thomas had me lay on the couch and gave me a shoulder rub… which became a back rub.. which became him massaging my ass. Damn… since I had talked him out of condoms my husband's sex drive had gone through the roof. And that wasn't the only change... my fingering his ass was a regular part of our sex lives now. He soon had me naked on the couch. His hands disappeared and I felt his tongue take their place. He worked my hole with his lips and his tongue, getting me wet. His little dick was hard but it really didn’t excite me at all. Then I had an idea. “Your turn.” I had Thomas remove his shirt and lay face down on the couch. I started with his shoulders, as he had mine, and worked my way down. I massaged his arms then his back. Then his lower back. I felt him tense up as I reached the area right before his glutes. I gave him a playful slap on his but. “Relax, sweetheart.” He chucked and felt his tension ease. I slipped my hands underneath him to undo his belt and pants and slide them down his hips. I gave his butt little kissed on each cheek and he squirmed at the tickling sensation. I gave one cheek a little nibble and he almost jumped. I moved in on my target. His crack. He didn’t stop me. I gave his ass a little lick and split his butt cheeks apart. His tight hole winked at me. He had never let me rim him.. but now my tongue touched his rosebud. I circled it. Kissing, licking, gently biting and he moaned underneath me. He pushed his ass back into my face. Lost in the moment. Lost in the sensations he had never let himself feel. I licked a finger and slipped it inside him as I continued to work his tight ring with my tongue. He moaned. His hole gripped my finger but I continued working him until I felt him relax. A second finger. I pushed my fingers into him in a clear fucking motion. And then I found the lump of his prostate. “Oh… don’t stop… that feels so amazing.” His eyes were closed so he couldn’t see my triumphant smile. I licked his rosebud and it pulsed around me fingers as they worked in and out of him. I managed to get a third finger inside him. He was pushing back onto my fingers now. He was panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. His body tensed beneath me. His ass clenched as if trying to break off my fingers. His body shook beneath me as he reached the point of no return. After a moment, his ass relaxed a bit and I slipped my fingers out from inside him. He couldn’t help the disappointed moan that escaped his throat. He moved to make room and I sat down next to him. Then my husband… my “total top” husband leaned over and took my dick in his mouth. He was inexperienced and I felt his teeth a couple times… but the sight of seeing him eagerly sucking my dick was amazing. When he reached his hand around and started fingering his own ass it was too much. I shot my load into his mouth. He sucked my head and licked up every drop of my cum. We lay on the couch together for awhile, my dick still in his mouth. Later that night, after he had finally gone to bed, I picked up my phone and sent a text message. “Dan it’s Stephen from the office building. Thomas is ready.”

Chapter 17: Hook Up Hotel I smiled as Calvin pulled himself out of my ass, and stood next to the hotel bed. In the two weeks since I had talked him out of resigning, we had hooked-up four times, and this time I finally got him to fuck, with the result his warm cum was now dripping from my hole. What he lacked in experience and skill, he made up in enthusiasm. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction at having taken the first load he had shot in another guy's ass. I had also been able to get together with Mark Miller’s son, the guy who had stumbled into the restroom the week Dan was pimping me out. Cute kid and a hot fuck. This cheap hotel I had found just outside town had been a godsend. Plus there had been a couple more bathhouse visits when I could sneak away without rousing too much suspicion. I had lost track of how many loads I had taken. “Did you like it, baby?” I asked Calvin, using the term of endearment that he liked, and then added “Did you like the feel of your dick in my ass?” He smiled, responding “It felt really good, but honestly I like the feel of your dick in my ass even more.” I laughed, assuring him, “Next time, but I’ve got to get home.” He pouted but then followed me into the shower where we made out for a minute, and he began soaping me up, paying extra attention to my dick. Quickly enough what began as a simple washing lead to Calvin stroking me and getting me hard again. Then, giving me a mischievous smile, he rinsed the soap off of my dick. I didn’t have the willpower to stop him when he dropped to his knees and took me into his warm mouth. He was clearly continuing to learn new skills, which lead me to wonder how much practice he was getting outside of our hook-ups but I didn’t ask. While I had invited him to visit the bathhouse with me, as the idea of pimping out his hot ass amused and aroused me, so far he had declined. By now he had me fully hard, and was sliding ever deeper down on my cock, that is, deeper and deeper into his throat. Working my cock like a pro. Deep throating me, licking my balls, making sure I was hard enough. Then he pulled my dick out of his mouth, turned around, and lined it up with his ass. The sneaky little fucker had already lubed himself up! He pushed back onto my dick and moaned in triumph as I pushed easily inside. Like me, he still wasn’t as tight as he had been before our encounter with Mr. Johnson, but he still felt amazing and I have to admit, I loved to plow his ass. There was something about a hot young guy ready and begging to get fucked. I pumped his ass hard, both he liked it that way and because I wasn’t kidding when I said that I had to get home. My hands were on his hips, pulling him back into my thrusts. The hot water of the shower splashed into my chest and ran down my stomach and over my crotch and balls. “Fuck me Stephen,” he begged, “Give me your load,” as he squeezed his ass muscles hard and tight around my cock. I redoubled my efforts and his ass took it without any challenge. My balls were tightening up, so I warned him, “Here it comes, baby," and with that my dick erupted in his ass. I stopped thrusting into him but he kept working my dick with his ass. “Yes! I can feel you shooting inside me! Give you your cum!” Finally my dick grew too sensitive so I held tight to his hips to hold him in place, and when my balls were empty, pulled out, and knelt behind him, licking-up the glob of cum that followed my dick out. He stood and kissed me again and leaned against my chest, kissing and licking my nipples, murmuring “A quickie, but a good one.” We finished showering and got dressed. As we prepared to leave the room, however, I couldn’t resist slipping a hand down the back of his pants and fingering his ass. He moaned and rubbed the front of my pants, trying to get me hard again. “Next time,” I promised, removing my hand from his trousers, and disengaging myself from his grasp. He gave me a dirty look but understood, saying with a smile, "Tease.” “You know, you really should go to the baths with me next time. You would have a lot of fun.” “I don’t know. I really like just being with you.” Not for the first time, I worried that he was growing 'attached' to me. I wasn’t looking for a new boyfriend. I just enjoyed the sex. I had no doubt that, if I got him to a bathhouse, he would be the center of attention, and doubted his infatuation in me would last much beyond that, so I made another effort to convince him, saying “You should at least try it. “ He looked reluctant but finally agreed. I hid my sigh of relief, gave him a final quick kiss, then guided him out of the room.

Sorry for the long waits on chapters of the story... after these two chapters today, I'm expecting to wrap up the story in two final chapters... which I will try to get done this weekend if I can. Anyway... hope you enjoy the story.