Closing Time

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Part 10:  Closing Time

 

Josh: 2:00 a.m.

After the last customer left the bar, Josh cut on the lights and started placing the stools on the tables and the bar top so that he could sweep and mop.  He was the closer that rainy night, and as such he was the sole employee left in the space.

As he was filling the mop bucket in the back, he heard the front door open and close.  “Shit,” He thought to himself realizing he’d left it unlocked.  He walked out of the kitchen and saw Scott standing there, drenched.

“Scott?”  he hadn’t seen or heard from the medicated poz top since that fateful night about six months earlier when Scott’s condom broke while fucking Josh.

“Hey.”  Scott smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

“I… told Peter about our…  about… us.  And I guess I wanted you to know I ended it with him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since…  and I’m… just…  so sorry.  For fucking it all up.”

Josh wasn’t really sure how to process the information.  On one hand, Scott was his first true gay love and first sexual experience, so the notion that Scott left his long time partner to be with Josh was thrilling.  On another hand, he’d been hurt by the abrupt end to their fling, plus a lot had transpired in the time that had passed.  But still, seeing Scott standing there, clothing soaked in rain revealing the muscular form of the daddy he’d fallen for, Josh remained attracted to Scott and was moved.

“Oh, god, Scott.  I’m sorry about you and Peter.  And, it’s ok -- I think our timing was just off. I had some shit to work through myself” Josh said as he walked to lock the front door. 

Scott watched the undergrad’s bubble butt bounce across the room, noting the outline of what appeared to be a jock strap through his tight jeans.  Scott’s dick began to awaken from the cold and damp walk to the bar: he wanted to fuck this younger guy so badly.

“I want you still if you’ll have me.  I want to know you.  I want to have you. I want to take care of you.  I want to be inside you again. This time, I promise, I’ll have a backup rubber.”  Scott grinned and chuckled.

Josh wanted to get fucked by Scott again too, but his words escaped him as he grappled with how to update Scott on his exploits, “I want that too.  I don’t really know where to begin or what to say or how to…  it’s just that you don’t need to wrap up with me.  After we… I just really couldn’t think about not having your poz dick in me so I… I wanted to be poz like you, with you, and I…”

“Use your words baby.  Relax.” Scott said, unable to decipher where Josh was going with this.

“I guess I was stupid and careless… but not?  I was intentional?  Anyway, I have HIV now, Scott.  I got pozzed after we…”  Josh began, and Scott put his arm around him while processing the shocking news.   “I was stupid, I guess, I chased it. I wanted it.  I wanted to be connected to you.  I know it sounds stupid now.  I kind of fell for someone who had it, but that didn’t work out.  And I know I’m damaged goods now. But I’m on meds so I’m managing it all but…”

Scott threw his tongue down the pale white ginger’s throat, grinding his hardening cock against that of his uncut -- and now poz -- conquest.

“You got HIV for, or because of, me?” Scott said, aroused at the twisted notion.  Josh nodded his head.  “That’s so fucking hot” he said as his hand drifted through Josh’s jock and to his puckered hole.

Josh led Scott to the back office as they continued to kiss.  Once inside sank to his knees and pulled down his senior’s soaking wet pants.  

Josh unleashed Scott’s cock from the white briefs.  He recalled so many fantasies he’d had of touching this member again, of tasting it, of feeling it inside him.   He took his time licking Scott’s daddy dick, from tip to base, relishing the man scent of this older god.

Once Scott’s dick was throbbing and leaking precum, Josh stood up, backed onto the desk, sat with legs spread wide, and beckoned Scott’s dick invasion. 

Scott grinned and lined his pulsing cock up with Josh’s hole and pressed forward.  It felt good to be inside Josh, skin to skin, penetrating the red headed prize.

Ten minutes of ball deep pounding later, holding the undergad’s ankles wide, Scott grimaced and shouted “I’m cumming!” and finally shot his undetectable load deep into Josh’s guts.

 

 

Luke and Billy:  2:15 a.m.

Luke and Billy made out in the park restroom, shrouded in darkness, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the needing-to-be-serviced cocks that would arrive soon as people exited the bars around town.  

The door to the squat, cinderblock building opened and closed repeatedly, right on schedule, during the minutes that followed.  Soon they were surrounded by horny men fondling, sucking and fucking one another in the shadows.   

A bony finger tapped Luke’s shoulder and leaned in, “I want to fuck your ass again.” 

Luke was ready to oblige whoever asked, so he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants to the floor.

“Looks like you’re in the brotherhood now.”  The voice whispered in Luke’s ear as Luke continued kissing Billy. 

The stranger was right.  The bug had devoured Luke’s former self:  his once ample, muscular frame was now thin; his once supple ass was an empty reminder of its former glory;  his once beautiful, legendary cock was now mired with frequent blisters, bumps and scabs and toxic discharges.  And yet he craved more.

The stranger’s long, thin dick was wet with precum as the stranger spat down upon the tip.  “I remember when you were a hot fucking thing in here.  Sexy soccer stud.  Now you’re just a crusty used cunt who no one wants.” 

Luke still thought of himself as the stud who thrived on sunshine, gym time, and nightlife.  But as he felt this poison dick reentering his fuck chute, he turned his head and caught a look at himself in the mirror.  He wasn’t that guy anymore.  He’d become the toxic whore that Steve had foretold he would become.  He saw himself, pale and thin, getting jackhammered from behind by someone equally gaunt and sickly.

Luke squeezed his used sphincter around the toxic tool.  He wanted more cum, and more he would get.

Billy whispered in Luke’s ear “you and I are radioactive lovers.  Look at you being used as the cum dump you are.  I fucking love you.”  And he resumed kissing Luke while the afflicted man pounded Luke’s used ass from behind.

Luke’s tender hole could take no more when the man pulled completely out and shouted “I’m gonna fucking cum, you whore.”  A spray of jism hit Luke’s tailbone as the stranger’s putrid dick slammed back inside Luke, unleashing volley after volley of fatal load. 

“I fucking love you too.”  Luke whispered in Billy’s ear, relishing in their radioactive love.

 

Steve: 3:00 a.m.

Steve stood outside the leather bar smoking a cigarette before hailing a cab.

The bug-chasing porn brand didn’t attract the initial pay-per-view online interest that Steve envisioned with the two clips, so Steve decided not to invest additional time or money in the venture.  

Luke remained an occasional fuck buddy of his, but Steve was not a man to settle down.   Luke knew his place as Steve’s fuck hole and progeny, like Billy, but nothing more.   

So Steve continued pursing other asses to breed, other whores to make, other destinies to set in motion.

The gay club next door also let out, and Steve spotted a shirtless guy in his twenties looking lost and without his flock. 

Steve eye fucked him for a minute or two as his cigarette burned down.

Finally, Steve approached the prey and asked “Wanna come back to my place?”  

“Yeah," he replied, and off they went.

 

[marcus1969]

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