Converted by My Best Friend Clint

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My best friend Clint and I decided to go camping in the hills of southern Ohio where we’d gone to college. Just to relive old times and chill out.

I drove down on Thursday and met Clint in the hills. We set up our tent, finished the campsite by mid-afternoon, and decided it was time for cocktails and smoke. Clint started rehashing the good old days, when we had played together in 3-ways.

He was amazed that we’d done so many of the same guys together, and I was still neg while he’d turned poz. I half-joked that, as many risks as I’d taken, and continued to take, my conversion was imminent. He quipped that guys like me would never convert without an Act of Congress and Divine Intervention.

As the afternoon wore on, the booze flowed freely as did the smoke. It didn't take long for me to really tie one on. I just lay back and fell asleep in the comforting warmth of the afternoon sun, to the rustling of the leaves, and Clint’s familiar banter.

When I awoke, my head was buzzing. It was night, and a campfire was glowing. I tried to get up, but couldn't. My wrists and ankles were bound to some stakes, and I was lying face down on a foam rubber mattress. I was also butt-naked. Clint was sitting beside me fully clothed.

"What the fuck’s going on?"

“Good evening, sleepy head,” he drawled. “That little something I put in your drink worked wonders. Those knots are from my scouting days, so don’t even try. I feel so lousy about you still being neg, I’m gonna convert you.”

I demanded he untie me, and called him every name in the book; but he just laughed and ran his hands down my back. He massaged my ass cheeks and worked his thumb into my crack.

He disappeared into the tent and came back with a brown paper bag. He told me it was time to begin my initiation, so I might as well relax and enjoy it. He shoved poppers in my face, and I was flying.

From the bag, he produced an assortment of dildos, and said he intended to do me some serious damage before he mainlined me.

I begged him to stop this insanity, but he rambled on about how I’d thank him someday; and the sooner we got started, the better, because this was not necessarily going to be pleasant; and how he was doing what he thought was best for our relationship—AND PROCEEDED TO RAM AN UNLUBED DILDO UP MY ASS TO THE HILT!

God, that stung! I screamed! Clint told me to go ahead and yell my head off. No need to gag me. Nobody was near. He’d checked that out while I was asleep. He gave me more poppers, and continued his assault with various dildos.

He knelt to show me the dildo he was using. They’d grown progressively larger. It was pink and tapered and covered with pointy latex spikes. But it was also covered with slime, ass juice, and blood. A little maniacally, Clint grinned, "Ready for the Feature Presentation, Buddy Boy?"

It came as a relief when he pushed his fat 7-inch dick into me. Compared to the dildos, it was nothing compared to the pain I’d experienced; and his precum actually provided some lube. Clint started pumping my butt, telling me how good I felt.

He picked up the pace and rutted me like a buck in heat. My ass was so sore it was almost numb. The sweat from his forehead dripped onto my neck and drooled down my back. He grabbed my shoulders and pistoned me passionately.

Finally he pushed all the way in and lay still. “Here comes Pay Day, Buddy Boy!” he whispered,” as the Fucker spewed what seemed like a gallon of poz jizz into my mangled and mutilated butt. He grunted like a pig, and after a few more strokes, pulled out.

I could see by the firelight his cock was covered with blood, my blood. He wiped his dick on a washcloth, then used the same washcloth to streak blood, shit, jizz and slime onto my face. I suspected I resembled a bloody Indian.

"Love You, Buddy Boy. And maybe now you and I can be one."

He rolled a sleeping bag under my thighs and left me there an hour for me to incubate.

When he untied me, at midnight, we had a major knock-down-drag-out. Good thing I have a sense of fair play, or I’d been out of there in an instant; but as it turned out, we slept in each others’ arms until daybreak.

Two weeks later, I got sick as a dog, and stayed that way for a week. Clint was with me the whole time, and we’ve been lovers ever since.

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Here's another version of this story (with an interesting twist).

It was in the fall of 1991 and my best friend in the world Clint and I decided to go camping in the hills of southern Ohio where we had both gone to college. Wanted to get away, just chill and enjoy the fall colors. I drove down on Thursday and met Clint up in the hills. Much to my surprise he had this blonde dude with him. He immediately told me that he had met this guy and had been fooling around with him for some time and hoped I didn't mind that he was coming with us for a day or so. I told Clint no problem and he introduced me to Phil, who was younger than both of us but real masculine looking, not gorgeous just manly looking.

We set up our tent and finished the campsite by mid afternoon and decided it was time for cocktails and some smoke. After some serious partying Clint and I started re hashing days of old when we had played together in many three ways. Clint kept reminding me how amazing it was that "you and I have done so many of the same guys over the years and yet you are not infected and I am." Clint had found out someone had given him the bug about 6 months earlier. He was doing ok with it both physically and mentally so far and we had talked about it a lot. I kept joking that as many risks as I have taken and continued to take it shouldn't be too far in the future and let it go at that.

As the afternoon wore on, the booze flowed as did the smoke. It was funny though, Phil, the blonde dude said very little, just sitting and staring at me the whole time. It didn't take too long for me to really tie one on and I needed to crash for awhile. I went into the tent to sleep and left those two outside to continue. When I woke up, still really buzzing, the first thing I noticed was it was dark outside and I was not in the tent. I tried to get up and couldn't, my hands and ankles were tied spread eagle to stakes in the ground with nylon boat rope and I was laying face down on this piece of foam rubber of some sort. I was also butt ass naked.

Clint and Phil were sitting in front of me by the fire and I yelled to Clint, "… what the fuck is going on man?" He just grinned and told me to relax and not fight, that I was tied up and would only hurt myself. Clint crawled over to me and face to face he told me that I had talked to him enough about his being infected and I wasn’t, and that it was only a matter of time for me. He continued saying it was now my turn to share his experiences. Clint concluded by saying he loved me dearly as his best friend and wouldn't let anything hurt me but I needed to join him on his new journey and now was the time.

At first I yelled and swore at him, called him everything I could think of but he just laughed at me. He told me that they had given me something to sleep in my drink and that it would be ok, stop fighting. Phil came over to me and ran his hands down my back and started to massage my ass cheeks, working his thumb into my crack. He said he also was poz and Clint had asked him to come along to share his gift with me as Clint couldn't do it himself. Phil was really fucked up at this point and took off his shirt. Clint stuck another joint in my face and told me “toke-up baby, you need this bad!” I complied.

Phil disappeared into his truck and came back with a bag of toys. He told me it was time for my imitation to join and to just relax and enjoy it, I couldn't stop it anyhow. Clint then started shoving poppers in my face and I really started flying. Phil pulled out an assortment of toys and said he was "going to loosen my hole up with these and do some serious damage to my ass walls before he mainlined me." I begged Clint to stop this but he just sat there, smiling and said he wanted to watch me get it.

Phil proceeded to ram one of the dildos in my ass dry and to the hilt! The pain was awful and I screamed. Clint said go ahead and yell, nobody can hear us and gave me more poppers. Phil continued his assault on my ass for God knows how long. I was buzzing from the poppers and weed. Finally Phil crawled around to my face and showed me one of the dildos he had used on me, covered with lube and bloody. He grinned and said "now you ass is ready to take what I want to give you buddy!"

With that I felt him lay on my back and push his cockhead into my hole. By that time it was no effort for him to slide in and he did to the hilt!! Phil started pumping my burning ass slowly at first all the while telling me how hot it felt. His speed picked up fairly quickly and soon he was rutting like a buck in heat. My ass was so sore it was almost numb by this point. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back and Phil grabbed my shoulders and really fucked hard. I heard him say "that it would be over real soon and enjoy the ride fag boy 'cause this will be a fuck you will live with forever". As Phil got closer to shooting his load in my raw asshole he kept telling me how close he was and asking me if I was ready for it?

Finally he pushed into my ass all the way and lay still, yelling into my ear that it was time to take his gift!! I felt the fucker blast into my hole. It felt like a gallon of elephant cum, spraying my ass walls. Phil grunted like a pig and after a few more slow pumps he pulled out and went and sat down to clean off. I could see by the firelight that his cock was covered with blood. Clint came over and wiped my face and back with a towel and said "I love you man, we can share together now." Clint then put a rolled up sleeping bag under my upper thighs and said I will stay like that for awhile to make sure nothing leaked out and Phil's gift did its dirty work.

Phil got up and came over to me, knelt down and said he hoped it wasn't too rough for me and then pissed all over my face. He laughed and said, now you are a real gay man, remember me. He got dressed and took off in his truck. A short time later Clint untied me and we had a major knock down brawl. We ended up laughing though and we both ended the night sucking each other off. We never said any more about that night or about Phil. A month later I sero-converted and was sick as a dog for three weeks. Clint was there the whole time for me and we have stayed that tight since. The rest is history. I will never forget that experience or Phil. I can still see his face, feel his cock and hear his voice.