Mercury Poisoning

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Mercury Poisoning

 

Prologue

 

My ass was up in the air and his tongue deep in it. It felt incredible. Feeling his mustache tickle my cunt was the icing on the cake. I was in total ecstasy. He definitely knew what he was doing. First he fingered my hole making it pliable and preparing it for his meaty tongue. I am sure I was moaning nonstop. When his tongue entered my well opened chute I reflected on how we ended up here. I couldn‘ t answer. Was it the lust that made me forget? “Who cares?” I thought. Here I was with him. Finally!

His fingers started playing with my nips. Fuck, I love when guys do that. It makes me lose control. Immediately I started humping his tongue with my ass telling him how much I fucking loved his treatment. Urging him to go on. And he did. I was shocked and disappointed when he removed his tongue from my ass and moved away from my horny fuckhole. I shouldn’t have worried. Right away I felt his teasing breath on my dick. Then he licked it from tip to balls. And again. And again, this time licking on and sticking it into my waiting hole again. I moaned so loud, I was afraid my mom would notice. It was so strange to think he was here with her literally in the next room. She would be so excited having him under her roof. She is his biggest fan after all. But him fucking her son? Everyone knew that he was ill. Everyone knew what he died of. I did, too. It was part of what made me so hot for him.

 

Wait...what he died of? How could he then be…?

 

Everything fell apart. I was still hard but know wide awake. Another one of those dreams. Why do I always have the same fucking dream? Fuck! How could I forget that Freddy Mercury died of AIDS years ago?

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1: Attraction

 

I guess I always knew I was gay. It was never a secret. Everyone in my family suspected so once I discovered the video to “I want to break free”. There are old video tapes of me imitating Freddy Mercury’s performance, both the housewife and the half-naked piano scenes. I was five at the time. What my family never knew was my strange dark attraction to the later parts of the video. I was drawn to them but I didn’t understand them. I relived them in my head every night. Every night I fell asleep to pictures of Freddy Mercury in a drunk orgy. Only I didn’t know it yet.

 

When I hit puberty my obsession with Freddy Mercury intensified. He had taken hold in my brain. The pictures changed and became more clearly sexual. I watched every shot of Freddy in leathers with different eyes.

I started imagining Freddy naked. Men rubbing against each other. Their cocks at attention. Then I’d imagine only Freddy and a young man, around 20. Freddy in leathers and the twink completely naked and shaved. “Come here” Freddy would say and the twink would obey. Freddy pulled him in for a long deep kiss. He held his head in his hands as to lock him in place. Moaning they opened their mouths. Their tongues running all over one another, no shame in their complete surrender to lust. The twink’s cock rose to hardness. Then Freddy grabbed his nipples twisting them. The twink’s cock turned even harder and his eyes started begging Freddy for more. But Freddy teased him. He wanted to drive him insane with lust. And he did. Freddy grabbed the twink’s head and moved in downwards so the twin could suck in his nipples. Like a good boy the twink got right into action burying his face in Freddy’s bush sucking and biting Freddy’s nipples with abandon. Freddy’s moans got louder as the bulge in his pants got bigger and bigger.

When he couldn’t take it anymore Freddy forced the boy into his crotch. The boy had to open Freddy’s pants with his mouth. He slowly pulled down the zipper and was hit by Freddy’s freed cock right in his face. Wasting no time the twink got right to sucking. Freddy wasn’t shaved and the twink loved the hairy cock in front of him. It tasted fantastic and he tried to get more and more of it into his mouth. Once in a while he took the cock completely out of his mouth to worship the dickhead. It was crowned with a sheen of precum. The boy went wild and teased more of the delicious fluid out of Freddy Mercury’s mighty dick. After a while Freddy threw his fucktoy on the mattress and started teasing him. He licked his nipples driving him wild again. When the young man’s cock was rock hard Freddy took it deep into his mustached mouth. You could see in the young man’s face he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Slowly Freddy Mercury moved his famous mouth up and down along the shaft milking more and more of innocent precum out the fans virgin penis. Meanwhile he began massaging the man’s hot butt. He turned his attention to his balls sucking each one and licking the thick cum filled globes. Then he licked the young man’s taint teasing it with his strong tongue until he reached the virgin hole beneath.
The young man was lost in bliss. The constant touch of Freddy Mercury’s bushy mustache had him constantly aroused. Freddy’s tongue on his hole opened up a whole new world of lust for him. Then Freddy Mercury’s fingers found the virgin hole. Slowly, carefully they dipped inside. Freddy spit on them using the spit as lube to get his finder in deeper. He took his time to open up the twink completely. He wanted him to feel absolute bliss when he fucked him. First one finger then two then three entered and the twink started moaning “Do it, fuck me! Give me your cock, please!”

Freddy Mercury didn’t have to be asked twice. He turned the boy around into doggy position. Luckily the twink’s room - where they ended up in my imagination – had a mirror and the twink could the everything. He could the his own taking. Freddy Mercury stood behind him with his hard cock in his hands. He slapped the twinks ass with it until the twink moaned and begged. “Oh, yeah, give me that dick. Push it in. Go slow, Freddy, please!” And he did. Freddy Mercury zeroed in his cock on the young man’s virgin pucker. He spit on it once more to ease entry. Then slowly, very slowly and gently he stuck his dickhead in. The twink was so horny he couldn’t wait for Freddy Mercury’s cock. He pushed back and Freddy Mercury’s hard penis was quickly lodged deeply in the former virgin’s chute. Both moaned out and started rutting. The twink took over. He got what he wanted. He waited for this. He started moving forward until only part of Freddy’s dick was still inside and then backward to feel it deep inside again. Then he repeated the same but quicker. And quicker. And quicker. Then Freddy Mercury started moving as well and they got into a fast hard fucking rhythm. They moaned in unison. Ever so often Freddy Mercury pulled the twink into a deep kiss. “Fuck me Freddy” the twink shouted. And Freddy fucked harder and harder. He started wanking the twinks cock in sync with their fucking. The twink’s hole reacted by tightening and milking Freddy Mercury’s penis. They wouldn’t last much longer and they knew it.

 

“I’m close, boy.”

 

“Me too, Freddy. Don’t stop!”

 

“I’m cuminggggggggg, take that seed!”

 

“Give it to meeeeeee” the twink moaned as they both came.

 

Exhausted they let themselves fall onto the mattress enjoying the aftermath of their fucking.

 

At this point I always came shooting my youthful sperm into paper towels. I knew it was strange to think of an old man while masturbating, but I didn’t feel ashamed of it yet. It was just my fantasy after all.

 

Of course everyone knew he was HIV positive and at one point, close to Freddy’s death my mother explained to me what that meant. That really fucked with my head. They told me HIV was a death sentence. Everyone else said so too. But I still dreamed about Freddy Mercury each and every night. I felt conflicted but I couldn’t help it. I watched MTV and waited for Queen to come up. Then I’d jerk off to Freddy being a fucking god. How could this god be sick?

When he died I was devastated. He was the absolute ideal. I didn’t want anyone else. And I didn’t want to die like him. So I decided to live as a celibate.

[evilqueerpig]

Freddie Mercury was anything but celibate...if you fear hiv, get on prep...a celibate life is no life at all.

[Guest]

Don't worry, he won't stay celibate. And he will get poisoned.

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2: Avoidance

I tried to forget about Freddy. I really did. And for a while I actually did. I focused on other things: school, sports, friends. I was popular with the girls because they saw no danger in me. The feeling was mutual.

I went through most of puberty without a crush and without any sexual experiences. Not even a blowjob. I did masturbate once in a while but each time I kept fantasizing about Freddy and I’d feel conflicted and dirty afterwards. But you know how it is with the forbidden…

So after a while masturbation became more frequent. Somewhere I found an old tape of Queen videos which became like porn to me. I was 14, there was no internet. Not yet. I hid the tape well, but I think my mother knew. I felt naughty. It felt good!

 

I had my first sexual experience when I turned 18. He was my best friend, we were drunk at my birthday party. To this day I suspect he had planned it all. He lived close by but wanted to help clean up the next day. So he stayed and slept in my room.

We had often done that and nothing ever happened. But we had long talks about our lives. One night we talked about our fantasies and fetishes. He knew I was gay and he told me that night he was excited by the idea of gay sex. So we got to talking about what we really like. I didn’t want him to know about my obsession with Freddy Mercury so I told him I was into leather and possibly older men but not sure because I had never had any sexual encounters. Little did I know he listened very closely.

The night of my birthday we were really drunk. My mother had conveniently gone on vacation to give us space to celebrate. After everyone had left we were too drunk to clean up right away so we went back to my room. I don’t know exactly how it happened. I remember hitting the bed and the lights being out. Some time later I felt something on my bed. I opened my eyes and saw Brad on my bed dressed in a leather harness and leather chaps. His cock was out and right in front my face. He put my hands on his chaps and I went wild. His cock was unshaven. I took it into my mouth. I could only see his hairy cock, the leather but not his face. In my head he became Freddy Mercury. In a drunken haze of horniness I sucked him down deep but gagged right away. I had to go slower. So I took care of his crown first. I saw the little drops of precum and tasted them. They were different from my own but I liked them. I wanted more. So I milked that cock with my hands and licked his dickhead for a few minutes. Brad was losing patience and pushed my face down on his cock. I had to gag again but as he kept his cock deep in my mouth the reflex got less intense. Slowly he sawed in and out of my mouth and got in deeper every time. I loved it and moaned my approval. Brad liked it too as his cock told me. I needed to touch his harness and found his nipples. He was missing the chest hair. What a disappointment! Nevertheless I wouldn’t let down the cock in my mouth. I teased and twisted Brad’s nipples and his cock got even harder. He moved faster and faster until finally I felt his cock expand even more. Then I tasted it. The first load of sperm not my own. It was delicious! Brad’s dick became soft and I let go of it. But I kept the sperm in my mouth. For minutes I kept swishing it around in my mouth happy that I had earned this load. Then I swallowed it.

 

Brad had already calmed down again and wanted to reciprocate. He took my dick in his mouth while I was still busy with his cum. It was rock hard. As he blew me I must have drifted in and out of sleep. In my head Freddy Mercury was sucking my virgin dick and tried to get to my creamy load. I woke up from my own moans. Then I looked at Brad and something changed. I loved the attention but every time I looked at Brad something was wrong. It didn’t do anything for me. He wasn’t bad at it, in fact he was quite good. But something was missing. He wasn’t Freddy Mercury!

 

I told him to stop and he asked me who Freddy was. I was embarrassed. I must have moaned his name! I tried telling Brad it was no one. He asked again. Even drunk Brad eventually figured it out. How could he not? There were pictures, albums and VHS of Freddy Mercury all over my room after all. So I told him about my obsession with Freddy Mercury and he listened and didn’t judge. We didn’t end up a couple but we stayed best friends. He started joking about how Freddy Mercury had poisoned my mind. Mercury poisoning, how smart! Ha! Ha!

 

Well, at that very time I got in touch with another kind of poisoning. That’s when I discovered bareback porn on the internet.

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3: Poisoned mind part 1

 

Ever since we got internet I used it for porn. I quickly found it a never-ending source of gay erotica and read every night. It was my way of trying to live a normal gay sexuality, focusing on more objects of lust than just Freddy. But every story I read changed in my mind and became a story about a hairy mustached adonis and sporty but thin young man. There were no condoms in any of the stories. I knew of course it was absolutely crazy but I never imagined fucking Freddy with a rubber. Or rather Freddy fucking me.

When I started downloading pictures I was drawn to pictures of bareback sex. I quickly learned that term. Bareback. Once I knew I found another world. Men who weren’t shy about practicing unsafe sex. I found newsgroups, sites and forums discussing bareback sex.

One of the first stories I read again and again was about a muscle daddy seducing a 20 year old to go bare with him. It went like this:

 

I met him online. He was more than twice as old as me but in very good shape. He wanted his boys in good shape. I sent him pictures of me and he told me I wasn’t enough. It made me want him even more. Now I really needed to be with him. So he gave me a choice: get in shape or forget about him. I alreydy was in pretty good shape by anyone’s standards. I was a swimmer but after starting college I let myself go a little. I went to a lot of parties and got drunk a lot. And I missed training. He insisted I start taking my training more seriously. The next day I went back to swim training and from then on I went religiously.

Muscle daddy made me send him pictures regularly checking in on my progress. He commented on every muscles development and complimented me on every ounce of fat I lost. But he still made me feel like I wasn’t good enough.

This went on for almost half a year. People were wondering why I wasn’t at any parties anymore. My swim team, on the other hand, was happy to have me. I quickly could hold up with the best of them. Girls and boys started hitting on me but I ignored them. I had my eyes fixed on someone already.

Then one day I noticed something at training. We had a visitor, someone was watching. I’ve never seen his face but I knew right away it was him. His arms, his legs, his chest. There was no mistaking him.

When I left for the showers he was next to the door whispering “don’t hurry, boy!”

So I dragged out everything. I pretended to have forgotten something by the pool and went back, walked around the pool, fake picked-up something and went back to the showers. Everyone was already getting dressed. I took a long shower. A really long shower. Every once in a while I waited and listened until I thought everyone had left. I checked the locker room and it was empty. My heart was beating like a drum. I went to the locker room door to check the hallway and it was empty. Where was muscle daddy?

 

At that moment strong hands grabbed me from behind. A shock went through me. A feeling of both fear and excitement. It was him. He was here. For me!

He quietly whispered into my ear: “You’re ready, boy. I’m going to take you today.”

With one swift move he unfastened my towel. It fell to the floor and left me naked. He started touching me. He touched my arms, my sides and my butt. Then he reached for my nipples and made me moan. I turned my head around and found hot lips waiting. He quickly pulled me around and kissed me against the cold wall. I did not mind. I was so hot we could have been on the North Pole and I wouldn’t have noticed.

“Undress me, boy!” he ordered.

I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. His chest was amazing. Muscled, toned, hairy. I stopped to enjoy the view and touch a feel. He let me admire his body but his eyes told me to get on with it. I fell to my knees and carefully opened his pants. When I pulled them down I saw he didn’t wear any underwear. His half hard cock was right in front of me. Strong and rising to full hardness. I grabbed it and kissed it.

He was pleased: “Yeah, boy, take care of that dick.”

I slipped the head into my mouth and got a first taste of my muscle daddy. He didn’t shave his pubes and his penis was musky and smelled manly. I needed this cock.

I worshipped his dick for about 5 minutes slipping it deep into my throat, sucking just the head, licking and sucking his balls. Then he made me get up. He pulled me to a bench and made me lie over it my ass up in the air.

“That ass is mine, boy. Mine.”

All I could do was moan in approval as he started rimming my hole with a lot of saliva.

 

“You’re going to let me take that hole however I want.”

 

How could I refuse him? But what did he mean “However I want”?

 

Then he rubbed his cock between my cheeks. I almost lost all control. But I wondered if he was going to use a condom. Then I felt his bare cock on my hole.

 

“Wait, don’t you want to use a rubber?”

 

“No! It just doesn’t feel as good and I want to feel your smooth hole and own it completely.”

 

I have never had bareback sex. Everyone told me I should always use a rubber.

“I can’t. I’ve never done that. It’s not safe!”

 

“Listen boy. You have a choice: you want me to fuck you, you will let me fuck you bare. Or not.”

 

He withdrew his cock a little bit. I missed it immediately.

 

I wanted him. I’ve wanted this for months. I’ve worked for this moment for the last months. He would leave if I said no. It would all have been for nothing.

Almost unconsciously my ass moved back until I felt his cock on my hole again. Then I felt him spit on my hole. His firm dickhead pushed right against my pucker. The pressure intensified and my pucker gave way. For the first time in my life a man was inside of me bare.

My mind was racing. “This is risky”, it said, “you shouldn’t be doing this.” But fuck it was so hot. “You don’t even know who this man is.” But I knew he wanted me. And it felt so good to take this stranger’s cock in a locker room. “Why are you doing this?” Because I don’t want to miss this chance who knows if he ever wants to meet me again. I have to prove myself worthy. Like I did with training. I have to show him I’m worth his attention. And his cock. My mind gave in:“Just don’t let him cum in you!”

 

“Fuck me. Please don’t cum in me!”

 

“Oh, I will fuck you!”

 

He rammed the rest of his cock home and let me adjust. It felt magnificent. I needed more. I moaned, “Fuck me, please!” and he pulled out only to ram his bare cock back inside. It hurt but I was in heaven.

His bare dick felt different from rubber. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it did. More real, I thought.

 

“You like that bare cock, boy? You like getting my unsheathed dick in your fuckhole?”

 

I only moaned “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee.”

 

But it did feel so good. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want him to stop. “Are you crazy?” my mind screamed? Possibly, I thought. But at least it makes me feel amazing. Hornyness took over.

 

I could feel his cock growing even more. I knew the signs.

 

“Do you still want me to pull out, boy?”

 

“Fuck me, please!”

 

“Answer, boy: Do you want me to pull out?”

 

I kept pushing back on his cock. I didn’t want him to stop, but did I want him to cum in me?

 

“Last chance, boy.”

 

I moaned. I felt his cock grow. I pushed back firmly. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me tight.

“Take my cum, you little slut.”

 

“Yeaaaaah. Don’t stop! Fuck me completely!”

 

I felt him pulse. Once, twice, five times. I had crossed a line. I had let a man cum in me. That took me over the edge. I came and spilled my seed all over the bench.

 

He pulled out and slapped my butt. “Well done, boy! I might take up your services again.”

 

Then he put on his clothes and left without another word. He left me naked in the locker room with cum in my hole. I put my fingers to my hole and felt how wet it was. He shot a huge load. I tasted it. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

 

I jerked off to this story so many times. Initially I read it as it is, but more and more the characters turned into versions of Freddy Mercury and me. But Freddy has positive. I tried to ignore this for a while but after each orgasm I asked myself why I imagined a positive man fucking my ass. There it was again, that conflicted feeling. Dirty, naughty. I knew this was wrong. But it felt fucking right.