Fucked by a Reverend and His Over-Endowed, Poz Buddy

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My first experience with a POZ guy was when I was 19 and still living at home. I went down to the bathhouse near the sailing club and ran into a dude I’d done a couple of times. He’d actually been my math teacher several years before. He said that there was a dude inside with the fattest Cock he¹d ever seen, and that he didn¹t want to go near him for fear of getting split in two.

I, being a young, give-it-a-go type, took up the challenge—walked into the bathhouse, smiled at the guy, and went into a stall. He quickly followed. My old instructor wasn’t wrong. The man had one of those unbelievable Dicks, so fat and long, that even when it was fully erect, it pointed at the floor; and, no matter how tumescent, was still spongy when you squeezed it. Hot Fuck! Just too HUGE and HEAVY to support itself!

We played around a bit, but there were too many interruptions. So he invited me over to his place where he was staying. I told him I’d meet him there in an hour for some fun and games.

That's when it got interesting. The address he gave me was a church on Bay Street. He came out to meat me, and introduced me to his pal, the Reverend.

From there on, it got stranger. The dudes started talking Bible—and I’m agnostic, so I bought none of it. From what I gathered, the two had been roommates at the Seminary. The Pastor had founded this Congregation, while his overendowed Compadre, who apparently couldn’t keep his pecker in his pants, had been expelled. Regardless, all I could think of was when was I gonna get to ride that big Shaft of his.

I finally got an invite to the bedroom. The wall above the bed had a Jesus figurine on it—the sort that watches over you. Freaky! I got into it with the Dude, who was a TOTALTOP. He had me pinned to the bed straight away, my legs back around my ears; and that's pretty much how I stayed.

He tongue-fucked me so ardently, he had me panting for his Cock in no time; and when he finally obliged, I didn't care how much it hurt. I had to have it in me. I realized he didn’t sport a rubber, which turned me on the more. Anticipating that huge Cock plowing my innards, ripping my fuckin’ guts apart, was at once foreboding and the most erotic thing I’d ever dreamt of.

Wasn’t long before the Dude was grunting like an animal. He was close. He shocked the hell outta me when he screamed, “I’m gonna Fuck you full of AIDS Cum!” and that he was about to unload his POZ JISM in my guts.

I was so dumbfounded and so helplessly confined (legs pinned back against my ears, remember?) that I stared at him in disbelief as he blew so much toxic spooge in me, it overflowed my Pussy.

He didn't stop, but kept pumping to keep himself erect. He said he wanted a second ride, and was gonna invite his bud, the Pastor, to join in. That was enough for me. I said I had to go. He slapped my Ass and laughed—like it’d been a big game.

That was a decade ago. Today I still compare all my prurient encounters to the unsurpassed carnality of that moment. Unfortunately, I’m still NEG, though I only FUCK BAREBACK and have for years. To this day, I fantasize about gettin’ raped and slapped around by POZ guys, who keep fuckin’ till it takes. And eventually it will. What Goes Around Cums Around, or, as they say—Share and Share Alike.