Summer In Berlin - Or - How I Found Myself

[cumslut23]

Four hours later my phone rang.  My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends.  You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them.  

 

Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself.  Overall I looked like shit.  My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else.  My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum.  

 

In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red.  'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30^th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average.

 

Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side?  I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole.  A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out.  My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway.  Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby.

 

“What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting.  Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?”

 

I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover.  They left me alone.  We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets.  We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz.

 

We went and had a look at the pride festival.  Heaps of stalls, men and beer.  Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified.  We each paid for a round, so life was good.  Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey.  My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later.  I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council.  Condoms and brochures everywhere.  A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers.  A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?”

 

“Yeah thank you” I stumbled.

 

“Are you informed about protection?  Do you have any questions?”

 

“Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...”

 

“Oh really?  Sorry to hear that”

 

”No no it's fine.  Guess for some it is their destiny.”

 

“Maybe.  Maybe not.  You think you are already infected?”

 

I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch.  

 

When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!”  As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it.  I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness.  I got pozzed to years ago.  A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was.  Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.”

 

“Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative."

 

"Hell no.  Most of us are poz.  And some of us are here to make new friends.  Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.”

 

“That’s heavy” I replied.

 

“Yeah, but we are a club here now.”

 

“Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me.

 

“Only then?  No possibility to join earlier?”

 

“Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.”

 

“And how does he do that?”

 

“Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me.  I was rock hard.  This hot twink wanted to poz me!  Should I risk it?  What were the odds?  What did I have to lose?  Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now?  

 

I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?”

 

“Come with me.”

[bareall77]

Oh this is one hot fucking story! I love the build up.

[wroxguy]

Looking forward to the next chapter

[drscorpio]

Just keeps getting better - don't make us wait too long

[Ironflat]

Awesome great story, can't wait for the next sequel.

[cumslut23]

'What are you doing?  Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!'  My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him?

 

So I followed him to his apartment.  It was actually a bit of a ride:  we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen?  Who was I following home?'  but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package.  I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising.  Little did I know.  From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass.  It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV.

 

When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky,  al la an American porn video.  There was even a 1D poster on the door.  We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing.  He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor.  Then I felt it. Oh my God!  It was huge!  I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. 

 

I had never seen a cock like this before.  How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift.  I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough.  And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo.  How telling.  We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle.  “You will need this.  Use it as much as you like.  Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back.

 

I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm.  I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart.  I shrieked in pain.  It felt like the whole muscle ripped.  Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able.  They provided provided some relief but not much.  I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened.  He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now.  I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart.  So you will never forget me.”

 

We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in.  I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck.

 

His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?”

 

“Fuck yeah, give me your babies.”

 

He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique.  As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!!  AAAAAAHHH!”

 

I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night.  But that experience was amazing.  I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me.  Load after load after load after load.  He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend.  Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.”
 

With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.  On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar.  He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom.  While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25.

 

I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum.  On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....  

[Bttm2go]

Damn was that hot.

[breedbaltimore]

So Damn HOT!

[wayneuk]

Amazing story

[barefuck_vie]

hot

[negbtm]

I hope there's still more to come

[sam_puppy]

This fic always makes me cum so hard

[Docebrown]

Damn hot. Pity there have been no new parts since last year.

[rublthlad]

brilliant story, more please

[fisterm8]

id love a younger top to fill me with poz loads but prefer him to be on NO meds (uk)