Spike

[Toon]

I keep remembering this one story from Sunday School. It was about God creating a rainbow after the big flood he caused to signify that he would never kill all the people again...or something like that.  The whole Noah's Ark story never seemed credible to me -- even at the age of five. Later on, in grade school science, I learned about the spectrum of light. I found out how rainbows were actually made by the sun and rain. It's just weather.

 

Fast forward to my college years, and everybody was trying to claim ownership of rainbows. Jesse Jackson's Rainbow Coalition was first. Then Greenpeace used it and all the silly girls in my co-ed dorm had rainbow posters of some sort -- sometimes in combination with unicorns for whatever reason. By the time I graduated and moved to a big city, the gays had adopted it. I'd see houses with rainbow flags and think "Gay people live there", or see a rainbow sticker on a car and think "That's a gay driver". It seemed kind of silly to me. I never once felt the urge to identify with a rainbow, My friend Josh did, though. He was a new pal who lived in my apartment building. He walked right up to me as I was moving in and decided to know me. He had one of those old "SILENCE = DEATH" t-shirts. Oh my God, did he ever go for the whole rainbow thing. Rainbow-striped  wrist bands, necklaces, shirts and stickers. He was about ten years older than I was, but I kind of figured he had been in the closet for many years and eventually decided to come out of it blazing with color. If I'd been a better friend, I would have asked about this. I was just so into my own new life and my new job. I hadn't "officially" come out yet, but I knew what I was. Who I was. I just didn't feel the need to tell the world yet.

 

Josh and I liked some of the same TV shows ('Twin Peaks', 'Brady Bunch' reruns) and we liked to get stoned. His schedule was always an unknown because he liked to disappear into the night and have his own adventures. I never went with him even though he had invited me many times. I didn't want him to know how inexperienced I was. My goal was to be cool at all times. Or at least seem cool. The reality was that I was scared shitless. I had no idea how to 'cruise' or how to act in a gay bar. So Josh would go so his thing and come tell me about what he'd seen and what he'd done. He haunted the nastiest bars and a few bath house. I'd get home from work and he'd already be waiting by my door.

 

"Oh my God! You should have been at Caspar's last night! They lost electricity and the whole place went dark. Bad wiring or something. But anyway...guys started an orgy in the dark. I was somewhere in the pile, sucking and getting fucked. No idea what they looked like, but some of those dicks were HUGE! I'm still sore today.The baths weren't all that interesting. I need to take you on the weekend sometime."

 

"I don't take showers in front of strangers, Josh."

 

"That's not the point, Virgin Boy! You go to see naked men and suck some dick. By the way--- I'm taking it easy tonight and watching TV. Want to come over and watch a bad movie? I recorded some damn thing that looks so laughably awful. Eight?"

 

"Sure. Want me to bring anything?"

 

"No. I got the baking goods and a bottle of some kind of  booze I stole from the dark bar last night."

 

"Sounds good. I'll see you later."

 

Oh, what the Hell. It was Friday night.I could get blitzed with Josh and be recovered by the time the weekend ended. After a long shower and a phone call to my parents back home, I headed over to Josh's place. I never put on cologne just to hang out with him. I had a large collection of cologne and aftershave because that's what people always gave me for birthdays and Christmas. I tried a few, but I didn't want to "that guy", you know?  It gave a message when you smelled like something (good or bad). I was unconventionally neutral in everything I did or said.

 

I knocked on his door and he answered it right away. "You're a little early! Good! I feel much better now. Peppy, even. I might even go out tonight.You are invited, if you can get over your commitment to bachelorhood."

 

The movie Josh had taped was some piece of crap from the 80's called "Summer Job". It was so bad, that making fun of it was pointless. Josh turned it off and refilled my glass of what I think was whiskey and Coke. We sipped and chatted randomly.

 

"So. I heard Spike was back in town. I wouldn't normally go out when he's around, but he knows I won't do anything with him.  He backs away from me."

 

"Who is Spike. Where is he from? Is that his real name?"

 

"No, Stupid. It's what he's known as. He is,like, some 40 year old guy who wears a totally bizarre cock piercing.It used to be just little nubs on a stainless steel ball at the end of his big dick. That was bad enough, but then he got an upgrade or something and the metal had actual pointed spikes on it. He would rip into bottoms until they were unable to walk. And he's HIV+..so of course he spreads it around. The last I heard, he got an even more severe ring. God only knows what that looks like. He's back in town for the end of the Summer I guess. Whatever. I'm not afraid of him. He's not all that imposing...just sneaky. I'm going to the bath on Main. I'm curious about what he looks like and what he's up to. Can't believe he's not dead already."

 

"Damn, Josh. You need a hobby -- like knitting or something."

 

He lit up a second joint and talked nonsense I sat on the floor and thought about things..about Spike. He sounded positively evil. What was his issue? I let images and ideas enter my brain that I shouldn't have. What did he look like? How big was his dick? I wanted at least a glimpse of it. Did he do it on purpose, infecting guys with AIDS, converting men? Why?

 

"What time are you going, Josh?"

 

"Not for a few hours. Why?"

 

"Can I go with you?"

 

pause

 

"Really? I can't believe it! Oh yes. We can go to Derby for a drink first. But I need to dress you."

 

"Huh?"

 

"You have to look cool, but also ready to get naked. It's not an easy look. Let's go to your place and I'll pick things out for you."

 

The second we got into my apartment, Josh went straight to my bedroom and started going through my closet."Oh! You have some good stuff I've never seen you wear! But it's all so preppy. Do you have shorts? T-shirts? Jock stuff?"

 

"It's almost Fall, Josh."

 

"Not the issue, babe."  He started raiding my dresser and examining everything.

 

"Well?"

 

"This. And this. We need to find something for you to wear on your feet." He handed me a scruffy old concert t-shirt and a pair of black swim trunks. ??

 

"I don't suppose you have sandals?"

 

"Hell no. I don't want people seeing my toes. They're gross.All feet are gross."

 

"Never mind. I've got a pair you can borrow. It looks like we both wear the same size. I'll be right back."

 

"This is dumb."

 

"I need you to stop whining soon. As much as I like your company, I can't handle the griping just now." He left and arrived again a few minutes later, dressed in his casual 'cruising' outfit. He handed me the sandals.

 

"Thanks, And I'm not griping, but why am I gonna wear swim trunks instead of shorts.?"

 

"Because your shorts are the long and baggy kind you kids seem to like."

 

And so we left and went to a little dive bar called Derby. I got carded like I did everywhere, but Josh knew everybody and was treated like a semi-celebrity. We sat at an empty table.

 

"You seem to know everybody."

 

"In a biblical way! So why did you suddenly want to come out tonight? We never go out together."

 

"I felt like I needed to see this Spike guy."

 

"Uh huh. I should have guessed...you were a little too curious about him. I sensed you were a chaser."

 

"A what?"

 

"HIV has become appealing to a certain type of guy. They find it erotic. It's not your fault, but it's a flawed fetish in my opinion. If you wanted to be converted, why didn't you just ask me to fuck you?"

 

"You're HIV+?"

 

"Like you didn't know.  But Spike is not the one you want. I might have made him too pornographically pleasing with my description. He's not for you."

 

I studied my drink and did some thinking. Josh was right. I did find the idea of getting a disease from a dominant man a little hot. A lot hot.

 

"It's cold in here," I said realizing how much bare skin I was exposing.

 

"We'll have a few shots and that'll warm you up."  Josh left to fetch them as I toyed with the idea of just going home. He returned with four shot glasses of something.

 

"What's this?"

 

"Top shelf rum. Free. Barry owes me. And here." He handed me a matchbook with a phone number and the name 'Thom' scribbled on it.

 

"Why did you give me this?"

 

A guy at the bar wanted me to give it to you. He's been eyeing you since we got here I guess."

 

I looked over, but it was too crowded now for me to even see the bar. I had no pockets to put the matches in. It seemed like a souvenir I'd want some day. I downed the shots and did indeed feel warmer.

 

"Okay. It's probably time to heads out? You ready? Be sure."

 

"Yes. Let's go."

 

Josh was driving and I wondered about his motor skills at this point. He drove well enough, and we arrived in one of the trashier parts of town. People got shot in this area.

 

"OK. Try to act like you've been here a million times. Stay close behind me and I'll get us in and into a room."

 

"Like a hotel room?"

 

He laughed. "Uh...not quite. Just be cool and don't look scared or you'll be eaten alive."

 

The front door had one of those security locks and wouldn't open until the inside guy saw that you were okay. Everybody knew Josh and we got inside. I heard music and smelled steam. And men. I smelled men. Josh forked over some cash and the guy at the desk handed him an armload of towels..and some keys. I wish I could describe what I was feeling, but I didn't have words. I followed Josh as instructed and he led us through some saloon doors. It was so dark. I wasn't afraid of the dark so much as I was humbled by it. It was a long hallway with lockers on one side and doors on the other. I just followed Josh closer and let my eyes adjust. We got to a door and his keys opened it. It was like a bunk at Summer camp...or prison. Solitary confinement. There was a little more light in here.

 

"I got you a separate room just in case you meet someone -- not Spike -- and want to get it on. I'll keep it, but you have to bring the guy to me before I let you have it. Sorry to be such a mom, but you need one right now."

 

"Thanks."

 

"Now take off your clothes, but keep the sandals on. Some guys walk barefoot, but there's too much fungus on these floors.You can wrap the towel around your waist, but that will make you look new or ashamed of your dick. I always just fling it over my shoulder. Get nude."

 

So I stripped and that made me feel weird. I'd never been naked in front of Josh. Or anyone. He stripped too. His dick was a little bigger than mine. He was pretty hairless, as was I.

 

"Stay close and I'll show you around. There are two bars in here. The drinks are super expensive, but pretty strong. I know the bartenders, and can probably score a few free shots. Let's do that first. Really need to lose that scared look. I'm serious."  I decided to just be exposed with the towel over my shoulder. The first area we went too was just a big crowd of men in a music-filled room. It reminded me of a 'mixer' like we'd had in high school--except everyone was bare-assed. Some very pretty men and some older non-pretty men. Mostly white. Muscles everywhere. Josh grabbed my hand and led me to where the bar was.God, I hated the music. Did they expect naked men to dance? Penises flopping back and forth? I couldn't imagine it. We settled near the bar and Josh expertly chatted up the bartender who looked like a retired porn star from the 70's. He was clearly a gym man, a lifter. As he and Josh were chatting, he stared me up and down and let a slight grin light on his face. He motioned me over to where he was gossiping with Josh.

 

"Welcome to the dark side, kid. Josh tells me you're cool. Have a drink with us."

 

"Thanks, man."

 

"Doesn't he have a nice dick, Steve?" He looked me over and arched his brow in a 'not bad' expression. We drank the cocktail of whatever as Josh flirted another one out of him. They were indeed strong and I felt a little drunk. He and the bartender kissed and then he led me out of the crowded room.

 

"We're getting into some more serious places. Steve told me that Spike has been here for hours already. He's around somewhere."

 

"Did you and Steve ever date?"

 

A snort. "Date? You don't know much about anything."  There were was a poorly-lit space...that looked like the opening to a maze. I did not want that.

 

"Is this something you have to do?"

 

"It is if you want to see the rest. Don't fret. I know the quickest way through. You might even see Spike in here."

 

"Oh. Okay."  He just grabbed my hand and led me against the far wall. I never got to see what was inside the maze. We had gotten through Then it got much darker. zi could hear water running and manly groans.OK. This is what it was all about. The air was damp.

 

"On your right is the shower room. On your right is the weight room. Bunch of macho posers there. And straight at the end is the TV room and a very small bar. I can take you with me, or let you explore on your own."

 

"Go have fun, Josh. I'm okay on my own. I'll find you back at our room if nothing else."

 

"Okay. Please be careful. Promise?"

 

"Yeah. Go have fun."

 

He sauntered back to where the "TV room" was. I peeked into the showers and was reminded of a prison again. Stark, bare concrete walls and five or six spraying nozzles Two guys were embracing nudely right there in plain sight. I didn't act afraid or shocked. I played it cool. Felt cool. One of the shower dudes went down on the other. Neither of them were all that attractive, but their brave lust made my dick rise a little. I decided to check out the weight room across the hall. Nobody was lifting weights. There was just a pair fucking. A huge black guy was plowing a little white guy on a bench. They were vocal. It was like live porn. That big guy was really into it.  A touch on my hip. Josh.

 

"Enjoying the show? That black guy has the most perfect dick...and he gives huge loads. That poor kid has no idea what he's in for. Listen...Spike is in the TV room. I'll point him out, but only if you don't talk to him. Try to control your boner a little. Jesus."

 

" It's already going down from your nagging."

 

"The bar is over here, and I don't know the bartender. He's new. See if you can make friends with him...they're usually pretty nice to the new guys. Turn on that white smile and look at him like he's cute." He wasn't though. Just a stocky bear with hardly any hair on his head. I was so hot from seeing all the men, that I looked at him and wondered if he was good in bed. His tight jean shorts hugged his crotch, and there was a decent bulge there.I guess he saw me checking me out because he came right over.

 

"Having fun?"

 

"Yeah. It's my first time."

 

"Wow! Cool! That calls for a free shot! what you want?"

 

"Rum. And one for my friend right here, please. We don't have pockets to carry cash."

 

"Don't worry. There's a pocket in your towel by the way. I'll set you up. Captain Morgan's?"

 

Josh and I downed his free shots for a good ten minutes when I remembered Spike. I needed to see him and his pierced dick. It's like my private thoughts were visible to all.

 

"Okay. Let's go find your dream. Just remember that I won't give you a key until I see the guy you want to fuck."

 

"Got it."

 

The only other light came from the TV screens which were all showing porn. It was theater-style seating. My dick started to get hard again. This was an x-rated dream. Men everywhere. Naked and full of lust.

 

"God! Sit down before somebody sees that! He's at the far right. Leaning against the wall. I see an old fuck buddy of mine. I'm gonna talk to him, but I'm keeping my on you."

 

I wished so badly that my boner would soften a little. It felt like American History in high school. There was something about that class that would give me a painful hard-on in my Wrangler jeans for no reason.I scanned the right wall. It didn't take long to spot him. Black eyes staring me down like an animal. Spike. He was about my height, wearing a leather cap,and sporting that famous metal at the tip of his fat dick. He nodded 'hello'. I guess I should give up righting my erection. You can't subdue lust..no matter how hard you try. I just followed his gaze and was suddenly right in front of him.

 

"Nice dick, boy. Are you even old enough to be here?"

 

"Oh yeah. I'm 26. You have a beautiful dick too...and some intense jewelry."  It was pretty severe...a steel PA with a marble-sized ball covered with spikes. Not just spikes. They looked sharp and curled at the point - like thorns.

 

"Did you come here with that blonde guy...that Josh? He talks shit about me around here."

 

"We're not dating or anything. He's just showing me around. All he told me was that your name is 'Spike'"

 

"Well, it's 'Larry', actually. 'Spike' is fine too, I guess. But it's serious to me...this ain't no costume."

 

"You know, he told me not to even talk to you. I'm probably in trouble already."

 

"Maybe not. He's getting plowed on that couch over there." Sure enough...Josh was letting his 'fuck buddy' do just that, with about eight other guys watching.

 

"Good for him. He's a neighbor and a good friend, but he is single-minded."

 

"We all are. Including you. That's the only reason you came over to me."

 

"Possibly. Want to have a drink with me, Larry?"

 

"No. It's too expensive here. I've got a bottle of Jack in my room. We can go there for a minute and get a good buzz while your pal is occupied.Sound good?"

 

"Lead the way. Do we have to go through that maze thing again?"

 

"Nah. I've got a VIP room behind the bar. It's nicer than what you likely have." He showed me where to go. As I followed him, I noticed what a nice,hairy ass he had. The hall he led me through was indeed nicer than any other place I'd seen here so far.Well-lit and carpeted. I had no fear at this point. His room was way nicer than the one Josh and I were assigned.

 

"How did you get a VIP room?"

 

"I'm pretty famous, I guess. I know the right people."

 

"Famous because of your PA? Your big dick?"

 

""No more questions for now. You're in my space now and I decide everything." He dug in a duffel bag and produced a bottle of JD...opened already but still mostly full. I had a million questions,but Larry was not in the mood for chatting. He didn't have cups or glasses, so we just swallowed straight from the bottle.It burned at first..and hit my stomach like a bomb. Did I remember to eat tonight?

 

"You're a good host, Larry. Your room is nice. You've even got pillows and sheets. Hope I can be a VIP someday."

 

"In time. I guess your asshole friend told you I had the bug."

 

"Yeah. So does he, though.Are you sick?" Shit! I'd asked a question.

 

"Sometimes. I'm healthy most days. Does that scare you? Does THIS scare you?," he asked as he grabbed his dick at the base and aimed it toward me. That piercing looked deadly.

 

"Honest? A little. Maybe a lot. Do you fuck with that on?"

 

"Only once. It was a bloody mess. It cuts up asses and mouths and throats. Want to get a closer look?" Oh I did. I got on my knees and studied it.

 

"Wow."

 

"I can take it out. I brought my whole collection of rings." Whoa. I had no idea these things were removable. I guess I thought it was a permanent thing like a brand or a tattoo.

 

"Can i hold it?"

 

He chuckled. "Sure. Be careful, though. I haven't cleaned it lately...and it will stick you."

 

He turned his back and I squeezed the sharp ring in my hands. Damn! I could never imagine what this would do to an ass. My palm was bleeding. I didn't care. I reached my bloody hand out to take another swig from the bottle. I was here. This was real.

 

Larry showed me his collection of PA's, all neat and even in a velvet-lined box. They ranged from a simple skinny ring to a massive fucking thing with more spikes.

 

"These are beautiful."

 

"Which one do you want me to put on?" Really? This had moved fast. I picked the third one. It was a fairly decent=sized gauge and the ball had a simple sharp spike on it.

 

"Good choice, New Kid. I've pozzed so many neg asses with that one. But it might tear up the roof of your mouth when you suck me...or chip a tooth.Don't want to wreck that pretty smile...I want to wake up to it."  He put the box aside and I took the altered head of his dick in my mouth. God! He tasted like he looked...manly and dangerous. It would have been nice just to kiss that big dick, but he was insistent and aggressive. I didn't know what he wanted from this. Did he want to pee or cum? It was all new. Be cool. I was cool. My hand was still bleeding. Larry thrusted that meat of his even deeper into my throat.I tried to get air, but all my intake was blocked. This was a moment I'd never forget. I pulled away and gasped for oxygen.

 

"Not bad. Not bad at all. Want to lie down for a minute?"  I wasn't entirely sure. I was so turned on by this naked man with a giant dick. If I was in bed with him....

 

"Yeah. Let's rest up."  His bed was small, but not tiny. We were touching skin. He was radiating heat. I thought maybe we could just snooze a bit, but I should known better. He was on top of me, covering my neck with hard kisses.

 

"I'm going to fuck you now. Ready for it?"

 

"Yeah, but..."

 

"Don't worry. I've got some great lube and a need to cum. It won't take long." He covered my mouth with his and spread my legs a little. I could feel that little barb scrape my thigh."Don't scream or I'll have to gag you. They don't like screams here."

 

"It will hurt that bad?"

 

"At first. But remember everything. You're going to be poz pretty soon." He lubed up his long, thick shaft and poured a thick glob of goo on that PA. He hoisted my legs up farther and found the spot where my outside led to the inside. I squinted my eyes tight and prepared for the assault. He didn't go in easily, but I didn't scream. Just yelled "NO!"

 

"It's in, boy. Don't make me gag you. It's in there...scraping a spreading pre-cum into your system. Goddamn! Your ass is so tight, it's squeezing the life out of my dick. A little deeper now. Oh, good. It's almost done now." My own dick had gone completely limp, but that was all secondary at this point.

 

"Poz me, Larry. Make it count."

 

He picked up the pace and was sweating like a maniac. I looked into his dark eyes and felt ready.

 

"AUUGGHHH! I'm pozzing you now. You've earned it!" He heaved and his hips had a few spasms...and then...

 

There was an ache and a burning down there. It wasn't awful.

 

"Thank you, Spike."

 

"Any time. Look... you're bleeding like a stuck pig. I need to get you to the showers. Can you walk?" Could I? I could. How in the world would we even make it out to the showers, with all that crowd and Josh? I could feel the rivulats of blood going down my bare legs.

 

"Can't we just wait here until it stops?" I was scared about so many things right then. Reality has always been a bummer.

 

"It's cool. VIP's have a separate shower back here. I'll clean you up and maybe stick some toilet tissue up there."

 

To speed this story along, I'll just say that I eventually made it back out to the TV room. No blood showing and a big was of toilet paper plugging my butt hole. Larry didn't want to trade numbers or anything. He just did what he always has and we were done. I saw Josh at last.

 

"Sorry, buddy. I was having some great fucks." His hair was wet with seat and there was a droplet of cum above his left eyebrow.

 

"Can we go home now?"

 

"Why? Are you tired? Drunk? What have you been doing?"

 

"Not much. Talked to a few guys and wandered around.'

 

"Did you see Spike?"

 

"Saw him for a second, but he had a bunch of dudes all fawning over him."

 

"Ok. I'm tired too, but if we leave, that's wasted money on the extra room I got you."

 

"Sorry, Josh."

 

"It's fine. You pay next time. Let's go."

 

And that was that. I kept bleeding for about 24 hours, but it stopped. I still felt it though. I felt Larry's dick and piercing in me every single day. It made me happy.

[lynn1964]

That hot, insatiable desire to have or even try to have, that which is forbidden. Dangerous. Risky. Damn Toon! You do it with every story you post. You bring us in. Make us a part. For me, not only is the story enjoyable. Being a part of what your writer's heart leads you to write is just as good. And now, you have many of us wanting our own Larry.

Thank you for a great read!

[bjbottom]

Now that is a blood spike I can handle!  Another great story Toon!

[AZRawPig]

The rougher together without any inhibitions brings out the BEAST. 

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[evilqueerpig]

Toon, you never disappoint.

[wilkoi]

One hot story. Totally understand why the guy would be total drawn to Spike.

Spiked PA ... one of hottest things around. Only one reason a guy would have one. Grrrr