Unexpected Pozzings in the Park

[Hotload84]

It was a nice warm day, and I was feeling great, despite the constant, soaking night sweats. The latest tests confirmed it. My Viral Load was soaring, my T-Cells declining—despite the Meds. I decided to take my mind off things, and after work, headed for the park to wash and wax the Blazer.

I pulled in beneath a tree away from other cars, though there were lots of others taking advantage of our Indian Summer day. I turned on the CD player. The humidity was high, and the unaccustomed physical effort made me sweaty; so I pulled off my Tee to soak up some rays.

A black-haired dude pulled up beside me, and a blonde dude on the other side. I glanced at them, and we locked eyes. I got to thinking how waxing might not be so important.

The black-haired kid was twentyish, ball cap, with a very pretty smile. The Blonde was tanned, green eyes, and had a cool smile too. A group of Fags cruised by. A guy I’d done before massaged his groin in blatant invitation to pursue him. The car grew less and less important.

I couldn’t help myself. I was surrounded.

The dark-haired dude surveyed my crotch. The Blonde got out and sat down on a picnic table. He was wearing khaki shorts a size too tight, and I fantasized how nice it’d be to plug his needy hole. His sexy black-haired buddy joined him at the picnic table.

Because of the nausea from the Meds, I hadn’t Barebacked for a week and got to thinking how nice it’d be to GIFT a couple of NEG holes.

The black-haired dude must have read my thoughts.

"Love you to do mine." He meant his car, but I had his hole in mind.

“My pleasure.”

I glanced over to at the Blonde, who’s ears’d perked up at our exchange, his eyes aglow with carnal lust. I went over to a spigot to wash my hands and dried them on my Tee, which I stuck in my back pocket.

As I walked back to the Blazer, I noticed the two cunts were talking. I kinda figured they knew each other, and I’d already decided I WAS GONNA POZ one or both of them—if not them, then the Faggots in the woods—BUT SOMEONE.

So I locked up my car wash paraphernalia and sauntered down the path.

Five minutes later I leaned against a huge ass rock off the main trail. The area is well known as a great place to get your cock sucked, if you can fend off the damn trolls who offer bucks to suck your dick. For me it was a second income. But today I was giving it away.

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps on the trail; and; sure enough, it was Blackie and the Blonde.

Blondie nervously approached me.

"We just had to complement you before we left. We love your car—and body."

"AND I’D LOVE TO FUCK YOUR ASSES,” I deadpanned.

"WE’RE BOTH BOTTOMS.”

The effusive Blonde got down to business—working my tits—while his dark-hared friend dipped his fingers beneath my beltline—to explore my crack.

“SUCK IT!" I commanded.

The black-haired dude pulled down my jeans and devoured my thick eight-inches while his Blonde Buddy licked and slobbered on my balls. Blackie glanced up to gage my pleasure.

I rammed my shaft back down his gagging gullet.

The Blonde tongued my ass. I grasped his locks and sandwiched him between my buttocks. The little Fucker moaned, and in response shucked off his shorts. A trickle of precum ran down his yellow bush. It was now or never.

“I WANNA FUCK BOTH YOUR ASSES—NOW.”

I told them to lean against the rock. I probed their mancunts simultaneously and harshly One finger—two—then three. Reflexively they jerked away as I probed their holes, abrading them with dirty unkempt car-wash nails.

"CUT IT OUT, MAN!” the black-haired dude groused in discomfort. The Blonde slumped against the rock and moaned. Apparently he found getting his cunt roughed up appealing.

I shoved my whole hand to the knuckles up Blondie’s silken ass—AND TWISTED. If I’d had any lube I coulda buried my whole arm up the Little Fuck. But his bellyaching buddy awaited his comeuppance. The whole time I fisted Blondie, I’d kept my fingers up Blackie’s ass, despite his protests, and only pulled them out when I was sure my nails had cut him.

. "I WANT YOUR SEED, MAN! FILL ME UP!" he begged.

How I wanted to shoot a POZ LOAD up that MOTHER’S PUSSY CUNT! I penetrated him. He yelped and howled as salty sweat dripped off my chest and dribbled down his crack to sting my reddened cock.

I glanced at Blondie. An icicle of precum sagged from his cockhead, and I’d hardly touched the Fucker.

I plowed the dark-haired pussy and watched his ass muscles contract. Greedy Bastard! I smashed into his ass cheeks and pulled him tight against me.

"I’M GONNA SEED YOU! FUHHHHUCK! AHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH!”

My body spasmed as I shot a week of pent-up VENOM up his ass. He thrust back against me, milking every drop of TOXIN from my shaft.

"FUCK, DUDE, YOUR JIZZ IS SINGEING ME!”

I almost stopped to expound upon my theory that burning jizz was PROOF POZITIVE the BUG had taken. But Blondie saved the day by wrapping his thin arms about him as if to reassure him that getting POZZED was not so bad.

“How touching! And I got a GIFT for you, too, Studly!”

As I pulled out, POISON JISM oozed down black-haired’s crack and glazed his balls. I dipped my pole in the malevolent secretion and plowed into Blondie’s well-used mancunt.

I gotta tell you, I got this talent. My cock stays hard till I'm completely drained. And with another hole to POZ, I was far from that. But since I’d cum once, it’d take a while to shoot again. So I plunged in and out of him, with all the vigor I could muster. I wanted to screw the lifeblood out of Blondie.

"FUCK ME LIKE YOU DID RONNIE, MAN!"

How prophetic! I paused. OK. So at last I had a name. I like my fucks to be real personal.

"So what’s your name, Hot Fuck?”

Impatiently, he grunted, "Kevin. Cum’ on man. Fuck me! You can cum again, can’t you?”

Little Whiner.

“Watch out, Bitch! I’m gonna Fuck your Ass to Death!”

I screwed his butt for 30 minutes. Soon the cum-lube had dried up, and my shaft was gettin’ sore—a sure sign that the same was happening to Kevin. The little Fucker whimpered.

“I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE! SHOOT IN ME, PLEEEASE! ”

I pistoned my thick cock in his swishy ass, and Ronnie had his hands all over my tits and balls. That was the clincher.

"I'M CUMMIN, KEV! TAKE MY POZ LOAD!”

I’d let the cat out of the bag! Ordinarily I do not admit my status. It isn’t a wise thing to do. In this instance there were two of them and one of me; and civilization was at least 500’ away, if anyone else remained in the park. The sun was already on the horizon; and dusk was fast approaching. But wimpy Kevin pissed me off, and I wanted them to know what I was doing.

Ropes of POZ CUM shot up Kevin’s ass faster than his motor reflexes. Ronnie caught on real quick. His hands dropped off my tits and balls. His jaw dropped down, and he looked sick.

“YOU’RE POZ?”

Like greased lightning Kevin came off me, and in the fading light a fibrous strand of BUG-JIZZ connected him and me. Poor Kevin was too late.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly pulling up my pants, dragging my damp Tee out of my pocket. “Thought you guys knew.”

“How could we know?” wimpy Kevin whimpered. “You shoulda used a condom.”

“Sorry, boys. I ONLY BAREBACK.”

“That ain’t safe.”

“Know what a GIVER is?”

The ignoramuses gawked at me like weenies.

I turned and hastened down the path. Though they were harmless, it was dusk and getting cool, and I was wasted. And my assumption was correct—the park was deserted, except for the three of us.

As I backed out, I smiled. It’d been a perfect day. The two of them were made for an impaired immune system. If all life’s choices were that simple, the Blazer’d wait forever. I caught a final glimpse of them as they scooted up the path. In the headlamp glare they reminded me of frightened rodents. They knew nothing about me—not my name—nor where I lived. Certainly not that I’d progressed to FULL BLOWN AIDS.

[windydreamer44]

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