A Bareback Addict

[Hotload84]

I walked out of the doctor’s office around 4. My blood work had the week before. But this time was different cause the doc had called me back for a 2nd appointment.

My T-cells were down to around 300 and my viral load was approaching 100,000 so he’d recommended I start on meds. I looked down at little pieces of paper in my hand, fluttering in the hot summer breeze.

My prescriptions. Somehow I didn’t think I’d ever get them filled. I’d take my chances. Still if I didn’t do something, things could get out of hand. I might get sick or even die.

God was it hot! Course you’d expect that in late July. I needed someplace dark and cool to mull things over. Someplace where I could get comfortable. My favorite adult theater came to mind, where I’d probably originally got pozzed in the first place.

The car seemed to have a mind of its own as it headed in that direction. Like I was just cargo and had no choice in the matter. No freewill really. It’d been that way all my life. All I ever did go along for the ride. My destiny had always been out of my hands. No thinking to do, no decisions to make. Actually I preferred it that way.

Course on this day I did have some serious thinking to do. Whatever course I took, I wanted to be sure. So today I wouldn’t do anything. Wouldn’t have sex. Just watch and observe, maybe cop a feel or two. But that’d be it.

So who was I kidding? You do something often enough and it gets to be addictive. You get to need it and often. Cock and cum and man-pussy get to be irresistible, a part of your being.

I knew I was addicted, that I was going there for another sexual fix. Just like the guys I’d meat. They’d be the same as me—addicted. Some poz, some neg, some who still didn’t know they had the virus, some with the advanced symptoms of AIDS. Course it’d be too dark in there to tell. Which suited me fine. I might be there some day. As for the negs, I figured they were all in a state of transition.

Yes, I was there for sex. That’s what the place was for. Might as well rename it the House of Man Sex. That’s why guys went there. Not to watch porn flicks. I stuffed my little pieces of paper in the glovebox, which was already so full of junk I had trouble making it latch again.

I suspected that’s where they’d remain, till things really got serious and I really needed them. Then I’d reconsider. As I opened the car door I’d already mentally switched gears in anticipation. And pills, except for Viagra, were the furthest thing from my mind.

I entered the theater and it was dark as hell. I stood against the wall in this alcove till my eyes could adjust to the darkness. It wasn't long till I was joined by several dudes, a couple of whom began rubbing my ass and crotch. I’m still kind of choosy about having some fat old troll do me. So I gently brushed past them and walked into the main theater until my eyes could adjust.

I stood against the wall and a vague outline of hunky dude in tank top and shorts a few feet away gradually took shape. A minute later I was able to discern he kept glancing my way. Beside him another guy, no shirt, in jeans, was also looking my way. The first dude walked over and began working my nips. I motioned for the second guy to come over. He began rubbing my crotch.

I pulled the tank off the one guy and pushed it down in his shorts. These guys started sucking my tits and licking my armpits, taking turns pushing their hands down to my bush. I rubbed each of their asses, putting them on notice as to my intentions. Neither of them backed away or resisted. So it is in life. Bottoms always outnumber tops. So I was at a definite advantage.

The first dude licked down my love trail and pulled my shorts down past my waist, and took me down his throat. I put both hands on the back of his head and start face fuck him as he choked on my dick. His gagging was music to my ears. As he pulled off my dick, I noticed precum and spit glistened on his chin; and I realized my eyes had adjusted quite well by then.

As he gasped for air he whispered, “Feed me that dick!” And went down on me again while the other dude went to his knees licking my low hanging balls. I pushed his head hard onto my sac. But little shit couldn't fit both my nuts into his mouth; so I settled for a wet tonguing. They took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls, and I reached down and pulled on their nips to excite them and make them moan.

I was pretty preoccupied with the 2 guys so that I hadn't noticed that we’d acquired an audience. One dude, a house painter, Brian, who was later to become a good friend, came over to watch closely. I pinched his nips thru his T-shirt. He moaned and licked on my tits as his hand massaged my ass muscle. I fed my dick to the two dudes and got a kick out of plowing my cock down their throats and making them choke. Brian (the house painter) began to rim my ass. I reached back and pushed his head hard into my crack till I could feel his tongue massaging my hole.

I looked down at the 2 pathetic dudes working my pubes and said point blank, "I want to fuck your asses!"

One said "Yeah, man, I need that, " while the other just moaned. I pulled them up to their feet, all 4 of us with our dicks out, and they followed me over to the back row of theater seats.

I pulled the one guy’s shorts down and pulled down the other’s jeans down to his ankles. They both had prime little asses just begging to be boned, and the thought of burying my diseased cock up their guts got me so hard. I leaned each of them over the seat arms, and Brian the house painter gave them each a hit of poppers cause I had no lube other than precum.

I held onto the first guy’s waist and shoved my dick up his ass. He yelped and started to raise up, but I pushed him down and told him to relax. He yelled at me to go easy, and I plowed his hot little ass even harder. Brian, maybe more out of sympathy than anything else, began to suck the dude’s dick.

The guy yelled, "Oh man I can't stand it. You’re tearing me up!" Which was what I wanted, so my poz cum could find a way into his bloodstream. And I grabbed onto his shoulders for more leverage and plowed as hard as I could while the other guy looked on, anticipating what was in store for him, too.

We were sweating like pigs, and the sound of my balls slapping his ass resounded through the theater. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back all the way in his gut and on the 3rd plow he yelled out "Shit, man, I’m gonna blow!"

I fucked him ever harder till he said, "Shit, man, keep breeding me!" Seconds later he shot his load into Brian’s hot mouth. His body crumpled as he fell forward into the cushion part of the seat. I pulled out, his ass and my cock wet with poz precum.

I looked at the 2nd guy who said, "Plow me!” I pushed his head down into the seat and plunged my cock into his smooth ass to the hilt, as the dude yelled "Oh shit, man!" so loudly I thought maybe the guy at the front would have come back to see who yelling so hard, but he probably thought it was just the sound track from his cheap ass porn flick.

Brian again took the guy’s dick in his mouth and I plowed into him with all my might. My chest was against his back.

"Take my ass, man! Use it, dude."

Easy to say. Easy to do. I started plowing him so hard he began to whimper.

"Shoot in me now, please!”

My dick stretched that little hole and I could feel him squeeze tight around my shaft as he tried to milk my dick. Sweat dripped from my forehead and off my chest onto his back, as I plowed into him splitting him hard as I could.

A couple of other dudes were playing with my back and legs while I bred this guy. I looked down at Brian, who he had his dick out stroking hard as he sucked on the dude's hard cock.

I was getting close as the guy’s hot ass sucked in my cock, and as I tensed I said "You ready for my load?”

"Fill my belly up with that load, man. Unload in me, now!"

I bottomed out in his gut and my muscles tensed up as my load shot into his gut and he moaned and said, "I can feel your load, man! Fill me up with your jizz.”

I kept plowing away in him as my balls contracted and my cock pulsed and quivered, and I shot ropes of diseased cum into him again and again. Brian swallowed the dude's jizz, and himself shot straight onto the dude's ball sack. Brian’s cum dripped down the dude's balls and ran down his thighs and legs.

I pulled out of the guy’s ass. My cum ran down the guy’s ass crack onto back of the his balls while Brian’s jizz saturated his front. Brian reached up licked the remaining cum off my dick before I put my cock back in my shorts. The two dudes pulled on their shorts and jeans, as some of the guys in our audience, the ones who hadn’t already shot watching us breed, came one by one.

The guys I’d just fucked asked if we could get some time soon, and I patted them on their respective asses and told them I’d like that for sure. They followed me up to the attendant where I borrowed a pen and some paper which I tore into strips.

The two dudes wrote down their phone numbers, and I wrote down mine. Brian gave me his cell number. I left the place sweatier than I when came in, but with a lot less cum.

As I walked through the exit, I wondered which of the three would be the first to call. I made a mental bet that it’d be the first dude whom I’d not yet impregnated, but I’d take care of him later. Then Brian. Then dude number two.

As I pulled onto the street, the glove box popped open. Too much junk I guess. I’d have to clean house. The little pieces of paper, the prescriptions, with which I’d started the afternoon, fell out. I grabbed them and was halfway tempted to toss them out the window. But being a practical sort I shoved them back in the glove box and slammed the door. Might need them someday. I turned my attention to how much I wanted a nice cool shower.

[breedme420]

Hot story of a hot breeding! Wish I was the guy that you finally knocked up!