Giving Back To The Community

[kumnmyhole]

In '92 there were no HIV drug cocktails - no one shot blanks. The infectious disease specialist to whom my parents took me told both me and my parents that it was highly unlikely I'd live to be 30.

 

As I stood in my tighty whiteys in the examining room and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a tall pale broad shouldered 18 year old with clear skin, big blue eyes and a mop of black hair.  A typical college freshman hunk. The Doc recommended I abstain from sex to not put anyone at risk and if I had to have sex always cover my cock with a condom to protect my partners.

 

In the months since I was stealth pozzed on my 18th birthday, I had become a bi-weekly visitor to the Steamworks.  They knew my name at the front desk!  I was a a very popular cum dump - the kind of guy who posted my room number on the chalkboard, advertising my tight cunt to everyone in the bathhouse. I loved public sex.  No closed doors for me.  I wanted everyone to see me begging for the load.  I wanted everyone to know the cock fucking me was condom-free.  I wanted all the guys to know I was accepting as much dirty seed as my cunt could take in an eight hour period.  I walked around the Steamworks, my legs sticky with seed and my cunt a cum sloppy mess.  I loved the looks I'd get when a troll dumped his load in me.  I  knew the guys who muttered fuckin' whore would all eventually use my cunt.

 

I never let anyone touch my cock:  I wanted cum, I didn't want to give it away.  My hard-on painfully dripped so much precum it stuck to my jock.

 

Eventually, it was bound to happen:  a daddy and his boy invited me into their room.  As the daddy fucked me, his angelic-looking little cum dump freed my cock and backed up on to it.  Within seconds I spewed my dirty seed into his snatch.  And that's how it started - as a gift to another cum dump. 

 

Fuck the Doc and his warnings.  I liked this a lot!  I wanted to pass my strain on.  If I was gonna be dead before I reached the age of 30, I was determined that at least a part of me would live on, passed from slut to slut, long after I was six feet under.  My notoriety as a cum dump for the regulars at the Steamworks made a change of locations necessary and fortunately the Bay Area provided that change:  the Waterworks bathhouse in San Jose.  Entirely new baths and entirely different me.  In San Jose I was a raw fuck top.

 

My bigger than average uncut cock and healthy look opened a lot of cunts to my dirty seed.  I even got a PA.  I found I loved the short twinks - those little blond Mormon boys were my favorites.  God, they wanted it so bad - they begged for it - and eventually they begged for me to knock them up - to shoot my sperm in their sweet neg asses.  I wasn't shooting blanks and my PA was upping the probability that my seed would take.  I loved seeing these sweet boys turn into cumdumps - I saw myself in each and every one....

[Guest]

(hole spasms) .. nice!

[RotzBBengel]

(hole spasms) .. nice!

 

Same here...^^

[Bttm2go]

Great story. Bathhouses are so much fun.

[Guest bbbearlover1]

That got my Daddy dick hard

[slowfuck]

Brilliant writing. Economical but as potent and engaging as a real-life account.

[Guest]

My sentiments exactly. I went from total bottom to 90 percent top at the baths after collecting seed from so many pigs who died of AIDS. It became my life mission to carry and share their strains with other poz pigs so we all would live forever.

[str8mature5]

Good story! The gifting goe's on!