shinelover

This is so sexy, I feel just like this guy. I always find myself telling any top man that I'll take and do anything he wants me to. We're here to serve, after all. And taking toxic loads is such a huge bonus! I hope he starts letting other poz guys at the bathhouse load him up, too.

Fuck yeah! Sounds like it was worth it, too. I hope you see him again for a repeat -and more!!

Good stuff! Keep it coming, sexy

What good slut doesn't dream about getting pimped out like that? I sure do! More please!!

Fucking HOT! I can't wait to read more about Jeremy getting further into his new urges.

Just amazing. I can't wait to read more about how they progress from there.

Yup, I can't wait for Part 7, either. This is getting really good

This is so intense and erotic . . . I just can't wait until you post more!!

I don't see people the way other people see them, I think, because a lot of the time guys will say someone is ugly and I think they're hot. A certain attitude or manner can go a very long way to make a guy attractive. Of course, a big dick or beefy ass can't hurt, either

I totally agree -and that biohazard tattoo gives him extra HOT points!!

Definitely a good start. How many of us lusted after a teacher at that age? Looking forward to the next part

Fuck, this is good stuff! I'm so in desperate need of a scene like this. I can't wait for more -thanks for the inspiration!

So horny! This sounds like heaven to me and I want to move in! I want all of those toxic and AIDS cocks blasting me full of their tainted seed, please!!

***Okay, I toyed with a couple of ideas for this next bit. I'll post this one for now, and maybe later a slight variation if it works out the way I like.*** “So you want this fuckin’ AIDS seed?” he asked me. As if he even had to ask?! I had literally just got done fighting him for it. I began to swivel my hips and ride his stiff prick, desperate for another helping. “You’re so fucked up,” he said. “You know you’re going to get infected if you keep this up.” “That’s kind of the point,” I panted. Just as it seemed that he might be getting into it, he clearly had a powerful pang of guilt and he flung me off of him once again. “No! You can’t do this,” he protested, jumping up off of the bed. “I won’t do this to you. You seem like a really nice guy, I can’t be responsible.” “I am responsible!” I retorted. “So am I. I shouldn’t have given in the first time. I was weak, but I need to stay strong -that’s my responsibility ever since diagnosis.” He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me off of the bed, down the hall to the bathroom, where he shoved me into the shower, turned it on, and proceeded to practically rape my ass with the shower douche! “This might not help, but you’ll thank me in the morning,” he growled to me as I struggled against him. I might have had the upper hand when I was sitting on top of him, but standing up I was no match -he’s twice my size! When he was done with rinsing me out he dried me off, threw my clothes at me and dragged me out to the car. I had no idea where he was taking me -this was the strangest hook-up I’ve ever had. Five minutes later he was pulling up to the ER. What the fuck?! “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I moaned. “My buddy works in the ER. He’ll give you some pills to clear you. Come on,” he growled, hopping out of the car and coming around to my side when I didn’t bother to open the door. “If you were going to make me take these, why didn’t you just keep fucking me and let us both enjoy ourselves?” I complained. He seemed stumped. In his panic to take the weight of the toxic world on his shoulders, he didn’t even imagine he could just have fun for a while before getting me all medicated up. After a few minutes pondering, a slight grin pulled at his lips. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal. You go in and get the meds from my buddy, and when I take you home we can fuck again. Nothing to worry about at that point.” “Deal,” I replied confidently, the wheels in my brain already churning. “One more thing-” “What?” he sighed in exasperation. “Do you have a name or should I just call you ‘selfish asshole’?” He laughed. “Selfish asshole? Really?” “Well, that’s what I’ve been calling you in my head, so I just figured-” “Will. My name is Will.” “Fine. Will. I’m Stephen.” We walked into the ER, which was surprisingly quiet for that time of night. I would have figured all kinds of crap went down in the middle of the night. Knifings, shootings, overdoses. A seriously hunky doctor came straight for us, smiling at Will. “Will, what’s up?” “Hey, Josh. I need a little favor,” he said furtively, making a slight nod in my direction. “What’s the problem?” Josh asked. “We got a little carried away earlier and things got a little . . . unsafe,” he told his buddy as diplomatically as possible. “Can you give him that medication you told me about?” Josh smiled at me and said, “Sure, follow me. Will, you can stay here for a few minutes. Won’t take long.” I followed Josh to an exam room and he had me sit on one of those awful cushioned tables with the paper on top of it. And then he stared me down. “So, things got out of hand?” he leered. Subtle, why doesn’t he do the ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge,’ too? “He came in me without a condom. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I blurted out. The look of surprise on his handsome face was priceless. “Well, you do realize that he has quite a high viral load at this point.” “I’m aware of that,” I told him coolly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he tried to conceal it. He went to a cabinet off to my right to retrieve the medication they’d been discussing. As he reached up to the top shelf, the blue hospital issue shirt he wore under the white doctor coat hiked up and revealed a small biohazard tattoo just above his right hip bone. Interesting. Pills in hand, he turned back to me. I could see that the bulge in his crotch had started to stir and grow, not obscenely, but something had ticked his pulse up a notch. “So, it doesn’t bother you to have unmedicated men breed you?” he asked. I’m not into playing games so I told him boldly, “I love it.” His eyebrows shot up and his smile was huge. As was the bulge, now growing before my very eyes. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some of my own to take home with you as long as you take this in front of me,” he said, waving the packet of meds at me. “Fine,” was all I could say. Despite how brutalized my hole felt after that violent douching, it was twitching in anticipation. So was my dick, which was tenting huge in the front of my pants. I popped the pills in my mouth, turned around and waved my ass at him. I immediately felt his hands on my hips, and then he pulled my pants down to my ankles. “Off,” he ordered, so I lifted first one foot and then the other to shake myself free of my pants. Not about to waste any time, plus in a hospital we couldn’t know if someone would come looking for him, he quickly lined his dick up to my waiting hole. He teased the opening for a couple of seconds, and I could feel that his dick head was nice and fat, and then he shoved forward, driving at least half of his shaft into me. I groaned in my mouth, trying to contain myself so we wouldn’t draw attention to us. He held onto my hips and leaned back, watching his dick slamming in and out of my ravaged hole. Knowing that he was occupied with the view, I took the opportunity to spit the pills out that I’d pretended to swallow. I had held them between a couple of molars so that they wouldn’t dissolve at all in any of my saliva, and in my palm they were still fully in tact. “You guys must have had a good time,” he commented. “Your hole is bleeding.” I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised after that shower scene, but I was. “It is?” “Don’t worry, not a lot. But some streaks on my dick. Don’t matter, it’ll just lube your hole for my dick. And his. I assume he’s going to fuck you again after you leave here.” “That’s the plan,” I told him. “Then it’s a good thing we got you squared away now so you can settle in and enjoy yourself,” he said, picking up the pace and slamming me hard. “You want it?” “Give it to me,” I hissed. He stifled a low growl in clenched teeth as his balls erupted in my ass, flooding me with toxic seed. I was in heaven and I never wanted that feeling to end. But as with all good things . . . We straightened up, set our clothes properly, and exited the room as professionally as possible, no one the wiser as to what had just happened in the examination room. Josh walked me out to the waiting room and Will. They shook hands, smiled, and made a couple of minutes of small talk. “He’s all set,” Josh told him. “Have at it. Free pass tonight,” he told him slyly, turning to leave, but stopping to say his good-bye to me. “Thanks, doc. I really appreciate your bedside manner,” I said, unable to control my grin. We shook hands and then I turned to follow Will out, turning to see Josh staring at the pills I had slipped into his hand. He shook his head at me, but the smile on his face told me he wasn’t pissed, and the tent in his pants made his real feelings perfectly clear. He gave me a wink, and then pulled his white lab coat closed to conceal his hard-on, and then turned and left. Back in the car, Will looked over at me for a moment, then leaned across and planted a kiss on me that went all the way down to my toes. “See, it wasn’t so bad. Now we’ve got all night to enjoy and not worry.” If only he knew . . .

Very promising -I can't wait to see where this goes! More please

I'm basically all bottom, but I crave getting my face into a hot ass, especially one filled with loads.

Yeah, this pretty much sums it up. Is there anything else important other than cock, cum, and being on the receiving end of both? It is literally on my mind every day, and I am at the point where I really don't care who fucks me, as long as they do. And as long as they dump their load(s) in me. I don't care what they look like, age, race, size, beliefs, or status. As a bottom I know my place. What else am I here for?

Thanks guys! I have been toying with ideas for the continuing story but have been in the weeds lately. Hopefully I'll get some time this week to write you something drool-worthy

Fuck, this is beyond a wet dream! What chasing slut wouldn't give anything to be in Aaron's position, getting stretched with those huge poz cocks, flooded and seeded, impregnated? I want it for real!!!

Keep it coming! I can seriously see myself going down this amazing, sexy, cum-filled rabbit hole.

Well I do hope you went back for more! Great post, and I have also found myself in situations like this, where you're wondering 'Is this really what is happening now? How did I get here?' and you still go with the flow because it feels so fucking good.

Fuck, it's so twisted I just love it. I really would love to find a demented doctor like that!!!

Fucking hot! I need to be that cunt! Great continuation, I can't wait to read the next. In the mean time, I will re-read from the beginning to enjoy the journey all over again.

I have always been more about my ass for as long as I can remember, so sucking dick just isn't my strong suit. I've literally had one guy in my entire life who I loved sucking, and it had to do with the shape and size of his dick. He was large but shaped just the right way that it worked easily into my throat. Normally a few minutes of sucking a guy to get him hard and wet is about all my attention span can handle. Go too long into the sucking and I literally start making grocery shopping lists in my head out of boredom. Or I'm thinking, 'For fuck sake why doesn't this guy shove it in my ass?!'.