A POZ Bachelor Party

[1981virginia]

A big thanks to the guys who write stories. This one is for all of you who inspire me to do filthy unspeakable things.

Chapter I.

My boy and I had been through a lot of ups and downs in our six years together. We’d fucked around with a bunch of guys, sometimes friends, sometimes strangers. We’d played separately and together and it was always a blast, until we both hungered for something more. We were both in our early twenties and we each had a hard, gym-toned body for which guys in the bars would go crazy. We’re both pretty versatile, but I’ve had more experience topping than he has. As nice as his hard dick is, it would be a shame not to share his ass.

Our play got more and more risky, and more and more thrilling, and eventually we started playing around bareback. We found ourselves on a mattress surrounded by a bunch of POZ strangers. Between the two of us, we must have had ten POZ loads dripping out of our bare NEG holes. That was as out-of-hand as things got, and it sort of freaked me out more than it did him. We went to more than a handful of these parties and made friends with some of the regulars. Some guys at the group parties were POZ, some NEG, and some not even sure of their status.

One night we wound up at a two-floor house party. Somehow we got separated, and he ended-up upstairs at the bottom of a pile of sweaty guys taking load after load, while I ended-up on the second floor topping a group of three bottoms, all of whom were chasers, and all of whom begged to be POZZED. Afterwards my boy and I enjoyed telling each other what we had gotten up to that night and ended-up giving each other a hard fuck. It was great, until a few weeks later when my boy came down with a really nasty cold. After he had the shakes for a few days, it dawned on me that one of those anonymous loads he had taken at the last party might well have been POZ and it might have taken. I got scared and we went to the clinic to get tested. (What happened there is another story!) Anyway, turned out that he was NEG, and after a few months, we got tested again. Still NEG. The experience really seemed to change things, and we settled down a bit and sort of lost interest in sleeping around.

I decided the best way to keep both of us NEG and safe was to propose to him. He accepted, agreeing that we had been playing with fire. We started making wedding plans and agreed to live monogamously. We thought about having a joint bachelor party, but decided it might be best to celebrate separately and then have a big reception together. We picked our “best men,” mine was an ex from college, Carl, who was a good friend, but just a friend. My boy’s “best man” was Jim, a hot hunk of a guy both of us had fucked and been fucked by, but their friendship stopped being sexual back during the big POZ scare. I went out with my ex to make plans over a few beers with Carl. Over dinner, we decided to play it more-or-less tame and we planned to go to a Go-Go Bar and get a lap dance with some of the guys from our seedier days. Jim came over to our apartment to make plans with my boy.

I got back to the apartment and, upon letting myself in, I heard Jim and my boy carrying on. They had both had a lot to drink and were slurring their words. Jim kept egging my boy on saying, “Come on. It’s your last big bash! It may be your last chance to get IT. Let’s just have a crazy gangbang and invite all the POZ tops we can find! I know an escort service that would even set us up with a POZ hustler!” My stomach twisted as I realized that’s what they were planning for my boy’s last big bash. I snuck back out of the apartment taking in what I’d just heard. After a few minutes in the hall, I made a show out of unlocking the door and greeting them. My boy was just hanging up his phone, presumably having booked a POZ hustler to breed him at his bachelor party, and hopped up to greet me. I saw his hard-on straining against his pants. He kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. As soon as Jim left, we had great sex, flip-fucking and cumming in each other’s holes. The whole time fucking my boy, I was fantasizing about his POZ hustler, as I suspect, he was also as he clenched his eyes while taking my load.

The next morning as he showered, I unlocked his phone and jotted down the last number called, hoping I could contact the escort service and try to pay them off.

That afternoon I ducked-out of my office and called the number. A gravelly voice answered, “Big Top Escorts at your service. How can we help you?” I explained my situation, claiming I was a “friend” who wanted to call the whole thing off. The guy on the other end of the line chuckled the whole time. “Well, your ‘friend’ seems to have paid the deposit with his credit card already, and we’ve book a very especially gifted date for his party. You’ll have to pay him off if you want to cancel.” I agreed wholeheartedly. When he told me that the deposit was $1,000, I gasped, and pleaded with him to work with me. “Alright, here’s what we can do. If you want to come down here and talk things over, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

He gave me an address in a really rundown part of town and without hesitation I hopped in my car.

Twenty minutes later, I was literally on the wrong side of the tracks, buzzing an intercom next to a dented metal door with bulletproof glass. Big Top Escorts buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs, trembling with each step.

I climbed up several dimly lit flights of creaky stairs until I came to a shoddy door with a hand-written sign scrawled Big Top Escorts. I opened the door and entered a claustrophobic office with one tiny filthy window and a broken metal desk. Behind the desk sat a balding stocky man with a goatee. When he stood him, I realized he wasn’t wearing pants, only boxer shorts. He extended his paw to me and made sure I was the guy who had called earlier. He told me his name was Vinny and that he had a job for me. If I did the job well, he’d cancel the POZ bachelor party for my fiancé, and ignore the deposit fee. I asked what the job was. He grinned and groped himself, “Get me hard.”

Edited May 29, 2014 by Hotload84

[Hotload84]

Very good start, 1981virginia. Looking forward to seeing where you go with this.

[1981virginia]

I've got the next three chapters already written... Don't want to disappoint (b)reeders.

[wroxguy]

WOOF ! Bring it on stud....

[1981virginia]

Chapter II.

I was about to bolt when I realized that I was already rock hard. This piggy guy wanted me to screw around with him, and I was somehow turned on. He put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I lowered myself to the dirty stained carpet and he pulled my head to his crotch. I could only inhale the intoxicating smell of an unwashed dick. Through of the slit of his boxers, the head of his dick was already popping out. I pulled his boxers down and the sight of his soft dick took my breath away. It was at least six inches long and thick as a beer can. “Don’t worry kid, I’m a shower not a grower!”

He forced my mouth onto his cock. I dropped my jaw as wide as possible and managed to get it into my mouth. As I sucked on his dick, I swallowed what tasted like old piss and maybe even some old cum. I could feel Vinny’s cock plumping up in my mouth. He held my skull still and fucked my face. After about five minutes, my jaw was sore and I was gulping for breath. He pulled out of my mouth and bent over the desk, spreading his huge hairy asscheeks apart. “Lick my hole, boy. If you want this bad enough, you’ll make it worth my while!” I was totally getting off on servicing this sick fucker.

I dove in and worked his hole with my tongue. His ass was as unclean as his dick had been. It tasted acrid and musky. I gagged at first, but as I tongue-bathed his ass, it got more pleasant. I found that my dick was drooling and I was groping myself. I worked his hole with my tongue and a few fingers as my other hand popped open my jeans and fished out my cock. Vinny craned his head back and saw my other hand working my dick, and spun around. He stood me up and knelt to inspect me.

He pulled off my shirt, tweaking my nipples, and then worked my jeans and underwear off. He gobbled down my dick a few times and made a show of swirling his tongue on my cockhead and lapping up my precum. He told me to grab my ankles and then ran his tongue over my ass. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as he started working a few fingers into my ass along with his tongue. When I was good and wet, Vinny stood up and grabbed something out of one of the desk drawers.

I heard a plop as he oozed some lube onto a dildo. It was cold and I shrieked as he forced the mushroom head into my loosened ass. He got more and more forceful and I nearly fell over. Vinny spun me around so I was leaning against the desk. I braced myself for the dildo but was rewarded instead by Vinny’s thick raw cock. He pushed his sweaty belly against my back, fucking me with deep deliberate strokes and growled into my ear, “You POZ yet, boy?” “Ugh…. Not yet…” “You ever taken a POZ load?” “Maybe… Probably…” “Figures.”

“You boys all come to me. You don’t want someone you love to catch the bug.” SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. “You’re all just cumsluts!” SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. “It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. “Why fight it!?!?!?!” He held his clammy body against mine as I felt a warm wetness filling me up. My head was spinning and all I could do was crane my neck around to kiss this fucker. He stayed hard inside me as he reached around and fisted my cock. Within seconds, I shot my load all over his desk. Vinny didn’t give me any chance to breath, and forced my head down to the desk, making me lick up my own spooge.

He walked around to the other side of the desk and plopped down to light a cigarette. I just stood there dumbstruck wondering what had just happened. As Vinny puffed away, he pecked around on his computer keyboard, and finding what he looked for, he scrawled an address on a crumpled scrap of paper.

“These guys are expecting a POZ top to fuck them both tonight at 11. They don’t need to know that you don’t have the bug yet. They’ll just figure it didn’t take and call again. Repeat business is the best, ain’t it?” It took me a few seconds to register that he was going to send me out on a job… as a hustler… a POZ hustler…

“Don’t just stand there kid. I got a business to run.” Vinny didn’t even know my name, and he had just shot a load of cum, probably POZ, up my ass. I blinked at him. “You slow or something?” I blinked again. “Okay, kid. It’s like this. You fuck these boys good, and I’ll let YOU go to the POZ party for your, er, friend. The tops sometimes wear masks or hoods, so he’ll never know it’s you. Yeah. I looked you over to make sure you didn’t have any tattoos or piercings that your, er, friend, might recognize. Capeesh?”

I finally understood Vinny’s plan and started getting dressed. Vinny was distracted by something on his computer, and didn’t even look up as I prepared to leave. I thanked him, meekly, and he nodded at me as I let myself out.

How to pass the next few hours until I was to show up to “POZ” two guys? I treated myself to a nice late lunch then headed home. I got home before my boy and jumped in the shower. I could feel how stretched out and puffy my ass was as I tried to wash out as much of Vinny’s load as possible. My boy came home just as I was almost finished in the shower. He jumped in and backed up on my hard dick. I fucked him hard and gave him a load before toweling off.

I told him that I needed to meet my “best man,” Carl, to finalize some plans. His eye twinkled, “Yeah. I guess I could get things going with Jim too…”

I dressed in my favorite old jockstrap, some tight jeans, boots, and a tight muscle tee. I wanted to at least look badass for these boys who had paid good money for a POZ top. My boy commented on how hot I looked and I kissed him goodbye. I headed over to the address Vinny had given me. I couldn’t believe that a day ago I was committed to a boy I love, and now I was whoring around. I told myself it was all for his own good.

The address was in a posh neighborhood, and I pulled into a driveway of a large modern-looking glass building. I rang the doorbell and a voice jangled on an intercom. “Let yourself in. We’re upstairs in the bedroom… Ready for you… Last door on the left.”

[Mvillebottom]

Very hot so far. More please!!!

[MackyJay]

Very hot story so far and can hardly wait for the next chapter. WOW Love it.

[1981virginia]

Chapter III.

I let myself into a very nice house and climbed the stairs. The last door on the left was closed and there were instructions handwritten on a piece of paper.

SORRY BRO. ONE OF US CHICKENED OUT. PLEASE FUCK US BOTH BUT WRAP UP FOR THE BOY CLOSEST TO THE DOOR. LUBE AND CONDOMS ON THE TABLE.

Okay, whatever. I figured at least one of these boys had some sense.

When I opened the door, I saw two slim twinks, both with spiky blond hair, both wearing black leather blindfold masks over their eyes. They were rolling around making out in the middle of the bed. I cleared my throat, and they wriggled apart, pawing around to get their grounding on the mattress. They lined up at the foot of the bed, on their hands and knees, side by side, asses up. They both wore red jockstraps framing their upturned muscled asses.

I shucked off my boots, pants and my tee, wasted on these blindfolded sluts, and climbed onto the bed. I placed my crotch into one of their faces and he stuck out his tongue. I let him get my jock soaking wet before moving over to the next boy. I moved the pouch aside and let the other boy finish getting me hard. The first boy whimpered and I grumbled, “Shut up!” as I forced my cock down his throat. I let the first boy blow me until switching to let the other boy have a turn. As he blew me, I leaned forward spitting onto my hand before sticking my fingers in their asses. They both moaned with delight.

I pulled out of the second boy’s mouth and went to their asses. I licked them both up and down and worked a finger or two in. I guess I had to bag up for one of the boys; even though I wasn’t POZ, they didn’t know that.

I unwrapped a condom from the table and rolled it over my own drooling hard cock. I had so much precum and was so wet, I half thought that the condom might work itself off of my dick. No harm done if it did though… I unrolled the rubber and squirted on some lube. The boy closest to the door was quivering as I grabbed his hips and jammed the head of my wrapped cock into his ass. He jumped as I kept pushing forward until I was balls deep in his ass. He reached his hand back, presumably to check that I was wrapped. I slapped his hand away and kept fucking him. I could tell he was squirming underneath me a bit. When I pulled out, I pulled the rubber off with a loud snap and held it to his nose to sniff. He grinned.

I aligned myself against the other boy’s hips and slammed my drooling cock into his ass with one thrust. He helped and grabbed the other boy’s hand as I pummeled away. With his free hand, he reached back to feel my cock and I let him. He had his fingers at the base of my dick as he winced and moaned. Then, he started to squirm a lot when he didn’t feel the rubber. I guess he was really turned on thinking he was taking a POZ load. “No… Not like this!” he groaned. I guess he was having second thoughts. The other boy just grabbed his head and kissed him hard.

It turned me on to think of the scene from their end. A few months ago, this could have been me and my boy. That got my nuts churning and I fired off my load deep into this kids guts. The boy was practically sobbing behind his mask. The other boy was so wrapped up in comforting the boy who thought he just took a POZ load that neither one of them noticed as I pulled myself together and started to get dressed.

As I creaked the door open, the boy closest to the door mumbled, “The money, it’s on the dresser.” Hell, I almost forgot to get paid for my first hustle! I palmed the money and raced out to the car. As I pulled into my own driveway, I called Vinny and told him what had happened. He chuckled, “HAHA! They think you POZZED the wrong boy!

They were fooling around before you got there and lost where they were on the bed!” Vinny told me that they would get a free follow-up appointment whenever they wanted it! He asked me how much I had made, and it dawned on me that I hadn’t counted the money. I had $1000 crumbled into my pocket.

[rawemobttm]

hot story =)

[1981virginia]

Chapter IV.

I slept like a brick that night. I had cum three times that day, once on the desk of a filthy escort office after taking a raw load from a stranger, once in my fiancé’s ass, and once in the ass of the wrong twink who hired me to POZ him. I was dead asleep when my boy crawled into bed reeking of cheap beer, cigarettes, and maybe even a hint of cum, or maybe I was imagining. He told me that he and Jim had a great evening. They went to the Go-Go Bar and had a lap dance or two as they finalized the plans for the big night. I asked if he wound up with some Go-Go cum leaking out of his hole and he just laughed before kissing me goodnight.

The night of our big separate bachelor parties came upon me sooner than I expected. In the intervening couple of weeks, Vinny called me two more times to whore me out. I wound up back at the blindfolded twinks’ house again, and this time, they both took my loads. And I got called to service two rough-looking construction workers in a rundown apartment. One was in his twenties and one in his fifties. They took me from both ends. The older guy came in my ass first and the younger guy used his lube to fuck me deep for thirty minutes before he gave me his load too. Vinny told me later that they were father and son. He also told me that they were POZ. Fuck. Vinny never told me if he was POZ or not, but I couldn’t see how he wouldn’t be. So, I had taken at least two POZ loads in a quest to keep my boy from being POZZED.

The afternoon of the party, I called Carl to tell him that I had cold feet and didn’t feel like a Go-Go Bar party. He was let down, but called the other guys he had invited to cancel. That meant I was free to show up at my boy’s party and masquerade as a POZ top for him and his friends. I called Vinny and he gave me the name and room number of the hotel that Jim had arranged. I went out after Jim left and headed to an adult bookstore with a leather section. I spent all $1000 that I made on my first night of hustling on a leather jockstrap, chaps, a vest, and a hood.

I changed into my new gear and drove to the hotel. I parked in the garage and headed to the elevator. I felt so slutty walking through a public place dressed like that. I had the hood in my hands as I approached the elevator, looking around to make sure no one I knew saw me in the garage. I put it on as the doors closed. The elevator stopped on the lobby level, but no one got in. Then, a hand appeared between the closing doors and they opened. In stepped Carl, Jim, and my boy, arm in arm, and clearly feeling no pain. They must have been drinking in the bar, but they clearly hadn’t seen me without my mask. Carl slipped his hand into the back of my boy’s pants as he smiled at me. “You headed to Room 317?” “Umhum,” I growled, doing my best to disguise my voice. Jim grinned and said, “Looks like it’s this slut’s lucky night!” He groped my boy’s crotch and leaned in to kiss him.

The elevator opened and they tumbled out as we got to the room. The party had already started and we could hear the noise as we approached the door. Carl opened the door and I was surprised to see at least ten guys in various states of nakedness lounging around the suite. The furniture had all been pushed to the sides of the room and there was a blow-up mattress in the middle. I recognized all of the guys that Carl had invited to my party and a bunch of my boy’s and Jim’s friends. There were three or four of our former playmates, including some of the POZ guys who had topped my fiancé at our last party.

My boy was clearly already wasted. As I stood there taking in the scene, Carl wrapped his arm around me. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. You breed him first, then me and my buddy Jim here get our shots. Hell, I’ve been wanting a slice of that fine ass since I first met him. If you’re up for it, we’d love for you to POZ us too. Think you can squeeze out three loads?” He grabbed by jock. I nodded. “Good. When we’re all good and loosened up, the rest of these guys are going to dive in and fuck us all. Some of them are POZ, so don’t feel left out. Everyone here is ok taking some POZ seed. Now let’s get to the fucking!”

Carl and Jim stripped my boy and arranged him for me. His ass was up and prone. They took turns lapping at his ass and spreading his cheeks wide for me. I could see my boy’s hard cock bouncing beneath him as I unsnapped my leather jock cup and eased closer to his hole.

[mike43]

wow hot story twist I love it more please

[bttm4all]

uuuh, that story is great.

[greenenvy]

I love this story. Can't wait for more!

[swimFAG]

Fuckin awesome! Very well written Can't wait for more!

[1981virginia]

Chapter V.

Jim grasped my cock and swallowed it to the base. “Ummm. Love that sweet POZ juice leaking from your dick!” Carl grabbed my dick, “Let me have a taste!” They took turns deep throating me as my boy huffed the poppers someone was holding under his nose.

Surround by close to a dozen sick fucks, all hungry for POZ cum, Carl guided my bare cock into my fiancé’s hole. My boy moaned as I eased into him. His hole was loose and wet, almost as if he had already been fucked. My dick was practically sloshing around inside him. I grunted my approval as my boy started fucking himself on my dick. Jim leaned in to my ear, “You like that hole? It’s a little sloppy already. Some of the guys have been saving their loads for a week! We loosened him up with some toys and then injected about a dozen loads up there, some of them POZ! He was so hot for more cum, we had to take a break and go have a few drinks, or the fun would have started without you!”

My cock was feeling really good. There were sounds of cocksucking all around me and hands feeling my bare ass, fingering my hole. The sensations were overwhelming and I knew I needed a pause or I would cum too soon. I needed to figure out a way, if still possible, to make sure that only the NEG guys bred my boy. I knew he already had POZ seed dripping out of his ass from their pre-party lube, but I wanted to do my best to protect him from any more risk.

I flipped my boy over onto his back. Jim and Carl were both naked by that point and the were slapping their dicks against my boy’s cheeks as I braced myself to enter him again. I slid into my boy’s wet cummy ass. Damn it felt good sliding into an ass that I knew was full of cum.

I pounded away as long as I could while trying to formulate a plan. I decided I would pick the order of the guys who got to fuck my boy next; guys I knew were NEG would go to the front of the line. While he was busy with the NEG men, I’d give the POZ tops to Carl and Jim. It would serve them right for their parts in this whole sick affair. My boy would still up being bred by multiple guys, and those POZ lube-loads would keep sloshing around inside his gut, but it would be worth a shot. Just thinking about it got me hotter and hotter until I bred my boy deep. He squealed with pleasure as I released inside him. He would have probably cried out, but his mouth was full of Carl’s thick uncut cock.

I eased out of m boy’s ass as Jim saw his chance. He almost pushed me out of the way as he slammed into my boy’s raw ass. I guess I had forgotten how big Jim’s dick was, at least two inches longer than mine, and almost as thick as Vinny’s beercan cock. My boy groaned on Carl’s dick as lube-cum and my load frothed at the base of his dick. I’d never seen a hole so cummy and he was only on Top #2.

Jim kept talking dirty about the loads they were all going to be sharing that night and my boy grunted and groaned in approval. I glanced around the room trying to figure out how to orchestrate who went next. As I was approaching a little guy with a huge schlong from my boy’s office, one of the POZ guys tried to back up onto my dick. I shook my head no and he made a crack, “Oh, reserving your toxic loads for only the NEG holes?” I chuckled as if I appreciated his joke. “We’re paying for this party, and for your cum. You’ll fuck whoever we tell you to!”

I was taken aback. As the guy pressed me against the wall and mounted my hardening dick, Carl fired off inside my boy and Jim took his place. The thing was, the POZ bottom bouncing up and down on my dick was really good. I wanted to get off before Jim did so I would be there to ensure that the next cock to breed my boy was NEG. He did get me off quickly, and I fired my second load of the party into his POZ hole. I got back to my boy just as Jim filled his hole with his load.

The little NEG office boy was conveniently next to Jim as he pulled out, and he slid right in. Another guy, one of the POZ men who bred my boy at our last group party, was face fucking my boy. I figured they would both last a while and I maneuvered another NEG guy, one of Carl’s friends, next to the office boy. The office boy came pretty quickly and pulled out. My boy’s hole was empty for a moment, and I leaned down, taking in the sight and smell of all of that cum oozing out of his bare hole. On my knees, I felt someone teasing my hole. Of course, it was the POZ guy who had just been in my boy’s mouth. He slammed into me, which was not easy or comfortable considering I didn’t have a dozen lube-loads inside me. He dryfucked me as I groaned in pain.

The next NEG guy started fucking my boy with my face right next to his pistoning hips. The POZ guy told me my dry hole was tearing up his dick, and he was loving it. “All the better to breed this boy here!” He pulled out of me as soon as the NEG guy blasted off inside my boy and slammed into my boy’s ass. In the few seconds it was free of an ass, I could see that it was more than pink; his POZ cock was practically bloody, and so must have been my ass. Having a POZ hole on my cock was risky, but not nearly as risky has having a bloody ass after a POZ cock was up it. I pulled myself out of the fray and tried to get the bloody POZ dick away from my boy’s ass, but it was too late. Seeing all of that pink cummy froth pouring out of my boy’s hole was too much, and fired off, adding to the toxic mix.

I was happy when my boy held up his hands and said he needed a break. I helped him up and cradled him, swatting away prying hands and hard dripping dicks as we made our way to the bathroom. I sat him down on the edge of the tub. “Having second thoughts,” I asked him, deepening my voice as much as possible. “Fuck no. Just need a break.” “Want me to wash out your hole?” “And waste all of that cum?” He stood up and kissed me. “Have we met before,” he asked me… I had to keep it cool. “Maybe at one of these parties,” I suggested, trying to throw him off. “Yeah. Maybe,” was all he could muster.

I was rubbing my sore bloody ass trying to figure out a way to get that POZ cum out of my ass. My boy looked at me and spun me around. He pried open my cheeks. “Damn. That POZ fucker really tore you up. I’ve got something that will help.” I braced myself on the counter thinking that my boy would get a washcloth or maybe even eat my ass out. But no. He squatted on the floor and worked out some of his loads, and then fingered them into me. I moaned. It felt so good to have that cool spooge soothing my asshole.

I realized there was nothing I could do to prevent him or me from taking POZ cum that night. He kissed me as I heaved a sigh of resignation, and then he led me back out into the fray.

When we got back to the mattress in the middle of the suite, Jim and Carl were laying on their backs, knees up, holes both being pummeled by POZ strangers. What could my boy and I do but lay down next to them?

I lost count of the loads either of us took that night, and I never counted again. Hours later, I snuck out of the room and got back to our house with enough time to shower and stash the cummy leather duds in a box high in our closet. I got into bed, exhausted from the abuse my ass and cock had taken since this whole thing began.

We did get married, and I never told him that I was at his bachelor party. On our honeymoon, he asked if I might want to revisit our plans for monogamy. I told him I would be happy to if it made him happy.

Cut to three hours later: both of us in a cottage on the beach. Our asses being pummeled by a couple of strangers.