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PART 9

I did get some sleep, but definitely not a ton.  When I started this, I said I’d tell the truth, and the truth was that I was really conflicted and felt a lot of guilt.  Guilty that I did it.  That I wanted to do it again.  That it felt so good.  And Tom, it was like he had this power over me.  I mean even last night after I had practically just cum at his place, I was home jerking off reliving what had just happened. 

But there I was at 11:00, totally showered and clean and feeling, well, a need.

Tom smiled and let me in the door, pinning me against the wall as soon as the door closed. “Damn, I had plans to try to be slow, but you just drive me crazy my sexy little boy. Let’s get upstairs and get you naked and let’s give that little boy pussy the attention it needs,” he whispered sexily.

It took me perhaps only five seconds to climb the staircase, shedding my clothing immediately upon entering the playroom door.  Tom likewise allowed his robe slip off, showing me that tall thin body that I thought was so sexy.  His cock was already more than half hard.  Not surprisingly the passion and the moment was hitting me intensely, particularly as Tom was stroking himself, using a hypnotic rhythm.  That gorgeous giant cock.  He didn’t have to ask or direct me.  There was no hesitation at all.  I slid onto my knees, opened my mouth wide to receive his cock head. 

Did I think of HIV when I saw the bead of precum coming out of of his slit?  Yeah I did.  and I also recognized that, even knowing Tom was poz, I couldn't stop myself from liking up his pre-cum.  And I savored it.  And I just wanted more.  I just knew that whatever else, I wanted more of Tom.  And I lost myself in a cocksucking lust.

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PART 10

Tom only let me taste him for a minute before pulling me off his cock and helping to lift me off the floor and onto the bed.  With a somewhat serious expression on his face he commented “Chris, I swear finding you... a handsome eager young cock worshipper.  I can tell how horny you are, it’s so sexy.  I want you just as bad.  But the first two times, we kind of just rushed and I know you were a little nervous and so I just want to talk for a sec.  I want you to really understand something here.  When we are in this room, anything you want to say or ask me or want to try, it’s safe for you.  Don’t be embarrassed.  Explore.  I want you too investigate anything that interests you, for example, any of the comments you make while I'm fucking you.  Think of this as the room where Chris can let himself be free to explore man sex, in a positive way,with someone that wants to share it with him.”

I am not sure I can describe the effect his words had on me.  Maybe like a drug?  Hypnosis.  Tom was a master at this, as I would think about a lot throughout our time together.  He was so good at pushing me, making me want to experience more, to want more.  Now, he pulled a little closer to me and made eye contact.  The way he whispered the following words, last of my will just gone.  “I think Chris wants to be a slutty little bottom.  Is that what my boy wants?” he spoke.

I nodded, but it wasn't enough for Tom.

"Chris, I want you to be able to say what you want in here.  If you want to suck my cock, say it.  If you want your little boy hole licked and sucked on, ask me,” and then he added, “if i’m Inside you and I’m close and you don’t want me to pull out, then tell me.  Just let it out.  Say it.”

I don’t think it’s possible to be harder than I was at that moment.  “I want to be your bottom so badly.  All the time. I love it when you fuck me.  I love it so much,” I replied in a rush, decidedly overwhelmed by the moment.

“There’s my sexy boy.  My sexy little bottom boy that has the sexiest little hole in the world.  Does my sexy boy want his asshole licked?” Tom asked in a firm but gentle voice. 

A week ago, I would have been totally freaking out if another guy asked me that question.  Now, however, for reasons I couldn't articulate, I wasn't disturbed at all, and in fact the question simply drove me to whimper in reply “I need it licked so badly Tom.  Please!”

Knowing I was coming here, seeing him naked and hard, the room and porn playing, but most of all his words had me just over the edge.  He had basically said that we can do anything and I can be as slutty as I want and it was okay.  Just express how I felt.  What I felt was a hunger so bad it was overwhelming. 

“Get up on the bed, all fours, with your knees on the edge.  Yeah, and press your legs.  Show me that hole,” Tom ordered.

I could hear him fumble and then I felt him leaning over saying “Here sexy, your own bottle,” as he handed me a little brown bottle, "I want you hitting that bottle hard sexy.  Remember what it does to your little hole?  How good it felt?  How it made it even hungrier?”

I immediately uncapped the bottle and took two hits in each nostril.  He waited though and watched as the poppers hit and I bucked a little and pushed back hoping for some attention.  When none came, I didn’t hesitate.  It was almost like I didn’t have a filter. “Tom, lick it.  Please lick it.  Please lick my asshole,” I moaned.

And as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and his breath in my ass crack, the thought and reality totally hit me, even in my poppered state.  I had no control when I was in this room.  The need for gay sex controlled me in here.  And as his tongue hit my hole, teasing it, I was thinking of two points:  first, I would insist Tom cum in my ass, and second, Tom is HIV poz. 

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PART 11

I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole.  Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole.  Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge.  However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out.  But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way.

“Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. 

Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more.  But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it.  And I kept it up with the poppers.  And my cock was like steel.  And I couldn’t take it.  It was too much.  All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me.  The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole.  An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known.  It was my true self.  My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it.

“Fuck me.  Please fuck me.  Please fucking fuck me right now.  I need you.  I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan.  I practically was crying.  I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there.  Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered.  So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom.  You can cum in me.  Just please please don’t... I can’t wait.  I need it.  I need it.”

Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed.  I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me.  I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over.  I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful.  So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick.  I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh.  Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. 

One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough.  By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more.  I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great.  Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak.  “Is my baby boy ready?  Ready to feel my cock inside him?  Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice.

“I’m so ready.  Please Tom!” I cried out.  

“If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril.  Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs  me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt.  I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole.  The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring.  Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again.  Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper.  My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s.  As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole.  Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something.  You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you.  Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?”

It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything.  I just told the truth.  “I like it.  I don’t know why but I think about it a lot.  I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish.

“It scares you.  Shhh....don’t be scared baby.  You like it right?  You like it that I don’t use a condom.  That you can feel the heat of my skin.  And most of all, that I will cum inside you.  I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine.  I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle.

“I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly.  I already knew the answer.  This was round three of raw sex with Tom.  I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames.

“My sexy boy, my amazing boy.  Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin.  I want you so badly Chris.  I want to share myself with you.  All of me.  I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm.  So I’m in you forever.  A part of you forever,” he said.  And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder.  “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant.

A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.”

At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over.  “So close. So fucking close.  Huge load baby.  Huge load for you.  It’s all yours if you ask for it.  You know it’s worth it.  You know you fucking need it.  Just ask me.  Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy.

As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up.  Fucking fill me up.  Cum in me.  Cum in me.  I don’t care.  I don’t care.  It’s worth it.  Just please do it.  Give me your cum.  I do.  I need it.  I need it,” I begged.  And it was true.  I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole.

“Fuck yeah.  Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah.  Fucking close.  Fucking close.  Gonna shoot.  Here it comes.  Fuck yeah!!!  Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out.

I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss.  Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating.  Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum.  I never wanted the moment to end.  Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out.  Nor did I want him to.  And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass.  I wanted to keep it in me.  His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. 

As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred:  I hoped Tom wanted me to stay.  And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind:  How many times could Tom fuck me in a day? 

 

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