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Part 33

 

Well, hell, just about an hour ago, I had decided I should be home and stop this silliness and now I had just taken my 6th and 7th ever loads of cum in my ass and they were all toxic HIV positive loads. What the hell was I doing? While those cocks were in me I couldn't think of anything but being fucked and filled with their HOT cum, but when done my mind just would not wrap around what I was doing.

Barely a week had gone by since I had been totally straight with no thoughts of gay sex at all. Now, I wanted more and didn't want more. My ass was sore as hell, bleeding and yet feeling so empty and in need of the magnificent feeling of being fucked more and more. I needed to get home and try to think.

I got up off of those two marvelous cocks, omg, I had to quit thinking that. I walked like I was in a trance or something towards the kitchen to go out. I was almost stumbling along now and as I was passing by the stairs, the stripper was just getting to the bottom of them. He immediately grabbed me and almost had to hold me up.

He asked me, "you ok? Where are you heading?" I couldn't answer, just pointed towards the back. He put an arm around me and helped me walk into the kitchen and then to the door and opened it for me. He then held me up as we went towards my place, where he had to open the door for me. He then helped me get in and up the stairs to my room.

I was finally able to speak a little and told him, "I need a shower badly." He said, "hold still right here and I will get it running for you." When it was on he helped me into it and then stepped in with me. He started to soap me up as my mind just would not function enought to wash myself.

As he was washing me he said, "by the way, I know your name is Jim, but everyone just calls me 'the stripper.'" He kind of laughed a little and said, "hey, may I introduce you to myself? My name is really Randy and I am very happy to know you, Jim." It was almost funny, as here we were, having fucked, and him helping me home and now basically bathing me since I couldn't seem to and now he was holding his hand out to shake my hand having introduced himself to me.

I couldn't help it and started to actually giggle at that and he soon joined me and then we were both laughing out asses off about it. I was finally able to say, "I am so happy to meet you, Randy." It was ludicrous and we both laughed all the harder.

We finally got done and out of the shower. I was able to function a little better now and we dried each other off. Then he escorted me to the bed, pulled the covers down and helped tuck me in. I asked, "I am so tired, and you look tired also, why don't you lay down with me and take a nap, too?" He hesitated a minute and then pulled the blanket down, climbed in and covered up and grabbed me and put my head on his shoulder and we were both soon fast asleep.

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I woke up a few hours later and looking at the clock I found it to be nearly noon. I was still a little groggy when it dawned on me that there was someone else in bed with me. Looking over my shoulder, I found the stripper, Randy, laying behind me with one arm over me and up against me. His cock was semi-hard and in the crack of my ass. I was surprised at how nice that felt.

As I was looking, his eyes opened and he yawned and then smiled and said, "good morning. How are you doing today?" I said, "I feel a lot more refreshed now and a little more relieved, I guess." He kind of hugged me tighter and as he did I felt his cock twitch in my crack and it caused me to gasp a little. He said, "we better get up or I'm going to start getting ideas," and laughed a little. I grinned and said, "yeah, I bet I know what those ideas would be about, too, and probably have to do with my sore ass, I bet." We both laughed then.

He then pulled away and we both got out of bed. I couldn't help but look at that massive piece of meat of his hanging between his legs and marveled at how the hell it had felt in my hole. We padded downstairs naked as neither wanted to get dressed, me for sure and him because his clothes weren't here anyway. We entered the kitchen and I started making coffee. As we waited, I opened the back door to find Hank and Tom and the new guy I had spoken to last night outside already on the picnice table. We stopped and watched as Hank was fucking the guy, while Tom was getting a BJ from him. Apparently, the party was still going on, yet.

I decided to stay inside, but Randy went out and over to the table. Looked like he was going to get a little more action. I still needed to take time to try and think things through. I left the door open though and went and sat down to wait for the coffee to get done. I had to figure out why, after finding out I was being loaded with AIDS cum in my ass, I had kept doing it. I now had at least 7 loads up my hole and was almost craving more. It was blowing my mind and I had to decide what to do soon?

The coffee done, I got up and poured myself a cup, then went to the door to see if anyone was freed up and might want a cup. As I got there, I saw that Tom had finished and was sitting on the seat now and Randy had his giant hunk of meat in the guy and fucking him hard. Hank was no in sight, so I decided he must have went back into his place. I decided if they wanted coffee they could come to the door themselves.

Wow, it was really hard to believe that Hank had become the new owner of this duplex, moved into the other side of me, found out he was gay, I had been totally straight, and then had been drawn into a gay 'relationship' with him and went to his party and ended up with 7 loads of pozitive cum in my ass, and all this in less than a month. What a crazy month this had been and now I had to figure out where I was going from here. Did I just join in more for the weekend and I had to admit that while I was playing it felt marvelous, or stop now? Then there was also the virus to deal with. Did I just say the hell with it and see if it took or get my ass to the doctor and get that PEP stuff they had told me about? Plus, am I now gay, or bi or what? A lot to think about for sure.

I went back and got another cup of coffee and went to the livingroom to sit on the sofa and try to think. As I was sitting there, I became aware that I wasn't alone. I looked up to see Hank standing there watching me. He said, "your door was open, so I helped myself to a cup of coffee and came on in to see what you were up to. You looked mighty serious there." I also, noticed he had a hell of a hardon, too. Did he always have that huge thing around making it hard for me to think of anything else?

As he walked across the room towards me, I could not take my eyes off of his cock as it bobbed and swayed as he walked. I licked my lips and couldn't seem to help myself as he got next to me and I reached up and took ahold of it. Why could I not resist when I saw it? I pulled it towards me as I leaned forward and opened my mouth and swallowed it in. The precum was already flowing and was so sweet.

I sucked and lapped it down like a starving person. I wanted more and his cock grew to full hardness and was into my throat. His hands went to my head and held me as he fucked my mouth slow and hard. He did this for a good 5 or 6 minutes and then was pushing me back and around on the couch. I found myself being pushed down till I was on my back and he had brought himself on top of me.

Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his lips on mine and his tongue deep into my mouth. He moved downward and was between my legs and lifting them up and apart. I felt his hardness at my hole and then it was probing into me. I gasped with the feeling as it went in and in and bottomed out and his balls hit my ass. Then he started to fuck me, again.

I could not resist and was pushing my ass back at him on every in stroke trying to get him as deep inside me as possible. The feelings invaded my very being and I was helpless to resist. I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my hole. He pounded with, almost, a fury. Every stroke eliciting and moan of pleasure from deep within me. Then I felt his cock expand more yet and then the feeling I wanted. I felt his cock throb and throb, filling my hole with his toxic cum and I felt my own cock erupt at the same time. Time seemed to halt and go on and on. Then we were done and laying caressing each other in the afterglow.

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After laying together for a while, we finally got up and headed to the kitchen. We got another cup of coffee, each, and sat down at the table. Hank asked, "well, what are your thoughts now about being fucked good? Looks like you are enjoying yourself?"

I really had no idea how to reply for sure, but said, "I'm not sure. I still think about women a lot, but when I am with you guys naked, all I can think about is how wonderful it feels with your cocks pounding my hole and filling me with your cum." Hank said, "I can see you enjoy that and seem to crave more, even. What about the HIV?" I replied, "That is what is causing me the most worry. I want you to cum in me as it feels so good, but I still don't think I want that virus. It's so permanent."

Hank said, "I used to have some doubts about it, too. Then I got to thinking. When I got that in me, it was a part of someone else I could carry in me forever. It just seems so intimate now. I hope you will embrace it as my gift of me to you." I could only stare at him. That made no sense and yet, a lot of sense at the same time.

I was just so confused. It had only been barely a week since my first 'gay' experience and then I had only wanted sucked and then to try to suck, once. Now, I wasn't sure. I had let him fuck me and pull out and then let him fuck me and cum in me and so had Tom and Randy. I had about 8 loads of toxic cum in me right now. Sitting here thinking about it and my own cock so hard I think I could punch a hole in the wall with it. Why did this whole thing make me want more and more and knowing it is so bad and yet so fantastic?

What made it harder to think was sitting there, both of us naked and his cock where I could see it and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from outside. I could not seem to keep my eyes from dropping down to look at Hank's cock and the sounds making my own cock hard and throbbing. Every time I glanced his way, my eyes lowered and I could see that big cock and it was drooling precum out of his slit almost constantly. My mouth was watering and wanting to drop to my knees right then and lick every drop up. Didn't his cock ever stay down? I wanted more.

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