POZ Going Away Presents

[1981virginia]

I lost track of the number of raw loads my boy and I have been taking over the past few months, but he’s well ahead of me. I think I’ve taken at least 10 POZ loads since June, and we have both decided to not get tested for a while. I’ve been getting a bit of help lining up dick for my boy’s, and sometimes my, hole, and loving every minute of it. I’m glad we’re going down this slutty path together.

I wanted to tell you about a business trip, and setting up a going away present for my boy, to make sure his needs would be taken care of in my absence. I had to fly to Chicago for a week of meetings, and wanted him to take as much cum as possible before I got back, so I could suck it all out and feed it to him. I had an afternoon flight, so I suggested my boy take the morning off work, and let me and some friends fuck him senseless before I headed to the airport. I kept the part about help from friends a secret so he’d be pleasantly surprised…

We started with breakfast in bed, then, I went to work on his hole, eating his boypussy, shoving one then two spit-slicked fingers in, prying it open, ready for a good pounding. I jerked my boy off while working his hole good, until he shot a big sticky load all over his toned chest. We’ve both decided fresh cum is the best lube, and unlike a lot of bottoms, cumming just makes his hole hungrier for more slutty action. I licked his cum up, and tongue-fucked his hole with it, getting it good and wet. I greased up my raw, untested, cock, and eased it into his hairy cummy hole. After a few minutes, right on cue, my POZ daddy friend BJ rang the doorbell. My boy frowned, thinking it must be the cable guy. I kept pounding away, and BJ let himself in with the key I had left for him downstairs. He smiled when he came into the bedroom.

“Fuck yeah! That’s what I like to see. Two cum sluts in heaven…” He came over to my boy and gave him a rugged forceful kiss, raping my boy’s mouth with his tongue as he ripped off his clothes, down to his sweaty jock. I was getting close as BJ lowered his attentions to my cummy dick forcing its way in and out of my boy’s loosening hole, licking my shaft up and down. That pushed me over the edge. I know it’s what they do in pornos, but I love pulling out and shooting my load on my boy’s sloppy hole as much as I do driving it in deep. So, I pulled out, shot a wad or two, and shoved my dick back in, creaming his hole pretty good. BJ went to work cleaning up his hole, and then cleaned off my dick.

That got me going again, harder than ever. BJ started licked lower and lower, getting all of the cum and sweat off of my hairy balls, and then to my asshole. All the while, he kept fingering my load into my boy’s hungry hole. He threw me onto my back and spread my legs wide, lining up his jock-covered dick with my cunt. He made my boy pull aside his jock and help guide his rock-hard POZ tool into me. I sank down on it as my boy switched around so we could 69 while BJ plowed my hole. I was so distracted, I didn’t even realized that BJ was taking photos with his camera phone.

My boy shot another load deep in the back of my throat, so much that it leaked out of my mouth, and then he jerked me off with a vengeance. BJ was really pounding and asked me where I wanted his toxic load. “In my cunt, man; give me your seed!” He was more than willing to oblige and rammed his cock as deep as it would go, filling my hole to overflowing. My boy was there to help lick up what dripped out, and we snowballed it back and forth as BJ looked on, smiling. I knew I was leaving my boy in good, slutty hands.

I reluctantly got dressed as my boy and my POZ daddy friend were rolling around in our bed, still hard, and with BJ’s toxic load simmering as it sunk deeper and deeper into my guts. I was determined to leave it there for the whole flight. It then dawned on me that while we’d played around together with other guys, we’d never actually shared our bed with someone. I felt conflicted, but still turned on. My luggage was packed, so I only needed to interrupt their heavy petting for a few hot tongue-lashing kisses before I was ready to head out to catch a cab.

On the way out of the building, I recognized a POZ freckled redhead who had fucked my boy with a rigged condom the night we first started taking POZ loads. He winked and asked if my boy was prelubed and waiting. I nodded and headed out to the street.

Halfway to the airport, I got three text messages with a pics from BJ, one of my dick in my boy’s hole, one with his POZ tool in my own cunt, and one of the POZ redhead fucking my boy doggy style, and giving the camera a blurry thumbs up. I couldn’t help but smile. By the time I boarded the plane, there was one more pic, this one of my boy riding both of their POZ cocks, with his head thrown back in slutty ecstasy.

That was enough to keep me totally boned through the pre-flight announcement. When a cute blond flight attendant with HUGE arms came through to check seatbelts, he noticed my hardon, and the wet spot soaking through my jeans. He hummed, “Mmmmm,” and leaned forward to help me tighten my belt a bit. As soon as we were airborne, I headed to the back galley, gave him a nod, and headed into the toilet, leaving it unlocked. Less than a minute later, he was in that cramped little space, on his knees, ripping his uniform off as he blew me. He got my dick really wet, and started fingering his hole. I asked if he had a condom, and he asked, “what for?” I was really liking where this was going, and I got the feeling he did this often.

He then climbed up onto the seat, facing me, and wrapped his legs around me, deeply kissing me as he rode my dick. I had already cum twice that day, so it took a few minutes to get ready to shoot my questionable load. As I pulled out of our kiss to try to tell him I was going to cum, he shot his load all over my shirt, then grabbed my ass with his hands, clenching down so I couldn’t pull out. I creamed him good as he slowed his pace, milking the last drops out of my dick until it finally started to soften. He then asked for my name and wanted to know if I was Chicago-based. I was sorry not to be, but gave him my info so we could hook up there, and maybe share him with my boy when in our city.

I then realized that I would have to go back to my seat, with my pants and shirt covered with cum and shit. Oh well, now all the assholes on the plane would know exactly what kind of slut I was.

When we landed, I turned my phone back on, and in the space of those few hours, I got four more pics from BJ, each one a different total stranger, with his raw cock deep in my boy’s hole, in our bed. When I stood up to leave, hard again, my flight attendant friend smiled, and whispered to me as I passed him, “Does that thing ever go down?” I flashed him my phone, and said, “Not while my boy’s at home taking all loads.” His jaw dropped and I left.

Edited November 25, 2010 by 1981virginia
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[Guest PozGoat]

Santa Poz?

Hot story. From a Chicago-based toxic cumpig.

[GBBBBTM]

What an amazingly fucking hot story. I’d love to get fucked and bred by a flight attendant in the planes toilet. Raw & poz is the best. Just as nature intended