Shopping for Antiques; Brought Home Two POZ Loads

[1981virginia]

Shopping for Antiques; Brought Home Two POZ Loads

I was very proud of my boyfriend. He had just finished law school and was hired by an international firm. They wanted him to take over some big French accounts, so they paid for him to learn French and then moved us for the summer to Paris, all expenses paid. His salary was embarrassingly high, and we decided to live the life. We went out every night to the bars, and the French “mecs” were always flirting with him.

My boyfriend's French was much better than mine. I could only speak a few polite words and order basic things from a menu. He, on the other hand, could carry on conversations about law, politics, sex, and everything else. I often felt a bit “left out” as he would flirt back conversing with these hot French guys. Eventually, one night, he was totally ignoring me at a gay bar in the Marais, paying attention to two twinks who were falling allover themselves to try to get into his pants. I said some things I shouldn't have and stormed out. When he came home, over an hour later, he apologized. He admitted that he liked the attention that he was getting as a sexy fit American who could speak their language. He confessed that they were begging to see his circumcised cock. They had never seen one before. Keep in mind that I thought we were monogamous, but he told me that they convinced him to go to the bathroom together and the two twinks took turns blowing him, “just to see what it would look like hard.” He promised me that it was just the wine he had drunk and that he didn't let them make him cum. I was surprised to find that his story, in spite of, or perhaps because of, my anger, I was totally hard. I could tell he was blue-balled and wanted me to fuck him. I fucked him until he shot his load all over both of us without touching his dick. It was angry fight sex that night and it was amazing. We always fuck bare, and he loves taking my load. He told me once that 'pulling out is for porn.' I could swear I heard that line somewhere, but the porn we watch together is so vanilla it could not have been from there...

The next morning, he apologized again and promised to make it up to me the next weekend. On Friday night after work, we surprised me saying that he had rented a car and we were going to spend a romantic weekend in the countryside, just the two of us, in a nice hotel.

For some reason, it seemed like all of the hottest guys in France wanted to jump my boy's bones. At the rental car place, the guy behind the counter seemed to drool over my boy's passport. They guy at the service station sprung wood in his tight jumpsuit uniform as he pumped our gas. I could swear he was holding his hard-on as he walked up with his crotch at eye-level to get the cash. The guy at the hotel reception desk swooned over my boy's business credit card. The bell boy seemed weak at the knees as he put our suitcases down on the floor next to the bed. Of course, I understood nothing that any of them said to him. My ears did perk up when the bell boy said, in heavily accented English, “And let me know if you two need anything. Anything at all...” My boy winked at him as he pressed a ten Euro note into his gloved hand.

We climbed into bed together, and I fucked him hard, jealous at the attention he was getting from all of these sexy guys.

On Saturday morning, we woke up early and had a fantastic breakfast in bed, hand-delivered by another beautiful bell boy. I got the feeling that he wanted to see what was under my boy's robe when he answered the door to let him in. We ate, showered together, fucked again, and got dressed. We set out, with my load still in his hole. In the rental car, I made a joke asking if they would charge extra for cum-stained upholstery. He told me that the guy behind the counter would probably not mind licking it up himself. Very funny, right?

We didn't really have a destination, so we just headed out down some winding roads. The countryside really was gorgeous and the day was perfect. We saw a sign, in French, of course, advertising for an estate sale at a chateau. My boy thought that might be fun, and that maybe we could buy some overpriced furniture to ship back to our fancy new apartment.

The chateau really was a mansion, at least four stories tall. There were a two cars parked in the yard, but the place seemed mostly deserted. We rang at the front door just as a straight couple were leaving. We were both shocked by the incredibly handsome man who answered the door.

Jean, as he introduced himself, could only be called a bear. Probably six foot tall and 200 pounds of muscle. He wore a fitted checked shirt that clung to his wide pecs showing off some really visible nipples. (I wondered if this guy was into tit play...) He had a tuft of silver hair pouring out of his low-buttoned shirt. He had buzzed silver hair and a silver goatee, and piercing blue eyes. I guessed he must have been in his late 40s or early 50s. Jean invited us in, speaking French comfortably with my boy, and perfect continental English with me.

As he led us into the foyer, I could not help but notice his toned ass in tight-fitting corduroys. As I was noticing Jean's amazing ass, my boy noticed Jean's overwhelming basket crotch. He later told me that he could see Jean's shaft and cockhead as he walked us through the house. Room after room was packed with gorgeous paintings and furniture.

Jean told us that he had inherited the house from his lover and was going to sell everything off. “Too many painful memories,” he said. There were a few photos of a younger Jean with a very dapper-looking older man. He told us that his lover had contracted “SIDA” from a string of rent boys. I didn't know what he was talking about and my boy mouthed to me “AIDS...” Ah. Got it.

After three rooms or so, I was already overwhelmed, and also needed to go to the bathroom. Jean told me where it was, and I headed through the labyrinthine halls to find it. It probably took me five minutes to find the toilet, and three minutes to get back. When I got back, my boy was sitting awfully close to Jean on a sofa, with his hand on my boy's thigh. My boy had his hand resting on Jean's crotch. I have no clue what they where whispering about in French, but they sat right up and started gesturing to a portrait on the wall as soon as I came in. I cleared my throat but thought it best not to say anything.

Two rooms later, we had picked out a beautiful set of chairs, fauteuils, I think they were called. My boy excused himself to look for the toilet. Jean sat down next to me in the other chair and told me how lucky I was to have a boyfriend with such a talented tongue. At first I thought he meant that my boy was talented with languages, but then I wondered... He leaned close to me, and asked if he could see how talented my tongue was. I was stupified as Jean leaned in closer and his tongue parted my lips. I sprang a hard-on immediately as his hands explored my crotch. I couldn't believe that this incredibly sexy man was giving me attention, or that I was letting him kiss me. I melted into the chair as he started to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants to the side. He scooped my cock out of my shorts and engulfed it. He wrapped his lips around my dick and swallowed me down to the balls, swirling his tongue. I gasped as I opened my eyes to see that my boyfriend had walked back into the room. My just winked at me as if this happened all the time, no inclination that I should stop Jean.

I was embarrassed that the shoe was now on the other foot, and I was letting a stranger blow me. I stood up quickly, which sent Jean sprawling to the rug in front of me. (Jean later told us it was a tapestry rumored to have come from Louis XVI's chapel at Versailles...) I ran out of the room and back to the car, thinking my boyfriend would follow me as soon as he settled the bill for the chairs and organized shipping. After ten minutes, I gave up waiting and headed back into the house.

There, on an eighteenth century rug, Jean lay naked with my boy riding his bare cock, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his hard cock about to squirt his load everywhere...

To be continued...

[rawemobttm]

hot start =)

[trevorcaaz]

so hot, cant wait for more

[greenenvy]

Great start. Looking forward to more.

[Bttm2go]

Cool, can't wait for the next part.

[SIReast]

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[cumslut89]

Loving this so far!!

[surryboi]

Hot story, can't wait for the next chapter.

[cheater]

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[Adimelo]

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[sluttypup89]

Cannot wait for the next part. Loving this story so far!

[1981virginia]

Sorry for the delay in posting the next and final chapter... Here you go. Can't wait to hear your thoughts...

I stood there watching as my boyfriend bounced up and down on Jean's huge hard cock. He was grunting with pleasure as he lowered himself hard against Jean's crotch and pulled himself off, again and again. Jean was guiding him by tweaking hard on my boy's nipples. They were moaning back and forth in French, and I couldn't understand a word. My boy threw his head back and rode Jean's cock and then raised himself up and pulled off. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there dumbstruck.

He walked over to me as his hard cock bounced up and down. He wrapped his arms around me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. “Please. I want this. I NEED this!” His hands worked down to my pants, and he unzipped, allowing my now-hard cock to plop out. “We NEED this.” He drew me to where Jean was laying, milking his hard slimy raw dick.

It wasn't until my boy pushed my face down into Jean's crotch and I smelled my boy's ass juices that I even realized they had been fucking bare. There was a bit of foamy cum puddled at the base of his cock; It must have been my morning's load having worked its way out with Jean's fucking.

I knew it was totally wrong, and maybe a bit dangerous to be playing with this guy who had just lost his lover to AIDS. But it felt so good to be sharing this incredible experience with my boyfriend that I decided to just go with it. My boy wriggled my pants down and Jean pulled my shirt over my head, forcing my tongue to bathe his huge sweaty balls. I ran my hands all over his burly furry chest until my fingers came in contact with his over-sized nipples. He must have been into clamps or something they were so big. My boy pushed me forward until I could chew on Jean's nipples. “Plus sévère! Harder!,” Jean shouted as he forced my face into his chest.

My boy was spreading my cheeks. I was always a top with him, and he never paid any attention to my ass at all. It felt great as he pulled my cheeks apart and dove his tongue into my hole. When Jean had had enough of my nipple play, he shoved my face down to his crotch. I swallowed his stick uncut member as deeply as I could, lapping my own cum off his pubes. My boy inserted a finger or two and started loosening my ass up just the way I usually loosened his. I was groaning as Jean held my face down on his dick. He pulled me up again and yanked my legs so that they were alongside him and my ass was an inch over his drooling cock.

Jean shouted something in French to my boy that must have been “Put it in his hole!” My boy eased my ass lower until Jean's cock was right at my asshole. My boy was egging me on, encouraging me to take this stranger's bare cock in my ass. “You gonna take his dick? Gonna take his raw load? Gonna milk that cock until he cums?” My head spun, and I saw stars as Jean lurched forward until the head of his cock was splitting me in two. My boy lowered his face to my ass so that he could drool on and lick Jean's cock as it disappeared into my gut.

Jean fucked me hard for a few minutes until my legs started to give out. I leaned forward and Jean grabbed my head, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel my face burning as his stubble ground into my sensitive skin.

I heard my boy's phone snap as he must have been taking photos of my ass full of raw French cock. He kept snapping as he came up behind me and eased his dick up against my hole. I realized he meant to fuck me alongside Jean! I knew there was no was to protest but I let out a muffled groan into Jean's mouth as my boy speared my ass.

They double-fucked me until I was crying in pain. My boy came first, jamming his dick as far into me as it would go. The extra wetness in my ass helped the pain and he then plopped out as Jean jack-hammered into me until he too lost his load, breeding me deep.

I pulled off of Jean and collapsed onto the rug. My boy snapped a few pics of their cum running out of my ass and onto the priceless rug.

Jean scooped me up, naked in his arms as he kissed my boy hard. “So glad you two were able to make it today. I was afraid you might, how do you say, chicken out.” I figured out that my boyfriend had planned the whole thing. He had wanted me to take this guy's load and had planned the whole weekend just so it would seem like chance.

As their loads leaked out of my slack hole, Jean carried me up the stairs and through a gallery into a bedroom. I heard the sound of machines clicking and beeping. There, in a huge canopy bed, hooked up to machines, was a shadow of a man close to death. I knew at once that this must be Jean's lover. I had thought that he was dead, but I realized that Jean had never actually said so, only that his lover had AIDS.

Jean laid me down next to his sleeping lover and crawled on top of me. My boyfriend climbed into the bed on the other side and removed the man's oxygen mask and kissed him gently. The man woke up and Jean caressed him and unbuttoned his pyjamas. Together, they pulled down the sheets and Jean swallowed the man's cock.

It felt tender and beautiful to be so close to such an intimate moment between lovers running out of time.

My boy kissed gently down the man's gaunt frame and joined Jean lapping at his lover's hardening dick. He was at death's door but had no problem getting hard.

It was one thing to get double-fucked by this dying man's lover and my boyfriend, but I felt really strange, and very horny, watching these two tongue-bathe a diseased AIDS cock.

When the man was fully hard and oozing precum, my boy lapped up a pearl of clear juice and crawled over to me, feeding it to me. I realized that I had toxic precum in my mouth and nearly fainted. I was reeling as my boy swiped some of the man's juice and began rubbing it into his own ass. Jean helped my boy straddle the dying man's body and aimed his lover's bare cock into my boyfriend's quivering ass. It was the third dick my boyfriend had taken that day, and it slipped in easily. My boy lowered himself all the way onto his dick and moaned with pleasure.

I heard the machines beeping faster and faster as the old man's heartbeat quickened. My boyfriend leaned forward to kiss the dying man, now gulping for breath without his oxygen. Jean crawled up behind my boyfriends's ass and licked up and down his crack.

Jean fisted his cock to full hardness and slipped in into my boyfriend's ass. My boyfriend whimpered as he took those two cocks. I was mesmerized knowing he had an old man's POZ cock bare in his hole. Jean was crying out as he fucked my boy harder and harder, pumping his hips into my boy's body. He went in balls deep and let his load go, filling my boy's ass with his seed. The old man gasped as he too lost his POZ load. They were a sweaty pile of arms and legs, tangled in the sheets.

They separated as I came to my senses. I had just watched my boy knowingly take a POZ load. Jean spoke in French as my boy replaced the man's mask and the machines whirred back to normal. My boy nodded. Jean turned to me and said, “Thank you for allowing that to happen. Both of you two will carry on our line for years to come.”

I didn't fully comprehend until later that Jean was also POZ. He had also been fucked by the rent boys who had been fucking his lover. I wound up taking his load again once after I had figured it out what had happened and why we were really there. After all, my boy had two POZ loads simmering in his hole and I wanted to even the score.

Driving back to our hotel that night, we both had toxic loads leaking out of our asses. My boy explained to me that Jean and his lover were actually his clients, and that taking their loads meant a great deal of money for his firm and for us as well.

My boy explained to me that Jean was on meds and I was likely not going to catch anything from him. My boy had not wanted to expose me to any real risk of becoming POZ. He had taken that role for himself as the old man likely had a very high viral load. He asked if we should go on PEP medication, and we decided against it. We would let nature run its course, just as it had for Jean and his lover.

[rawemobttm]

totally awesome story =)

[pupslut]

Would love to earn money this way! 😈

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

Wow, what a hot and beautiful story!