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Sorry about the delay, been too busy and a bit sick.  Here's the next part:

 

I'm shocked at Bobby’s appearance in the light of the booth. In the darkroom it's easy to fuck with guys who you wouldn't look twice at in daylight. I recall that I had recoiled when I'd first felt his wasted, bony body, but his cock, probably sustained by Viagra, had been the attraction in there.

But now I can see the man.  I see how severely wasted he is, the skin is sagging from his arms, the muscle loss from his legs is plain to see, and his torso is just ribs with a loose covering of flesh.  There are lesions, too many to count, and they are spread across his body. And then there are patches of rash, around his groin, on his legs, up his stomach.

But his cock is hard, engorged with his infected blood, almost as if the virus that has ravaged his body is supporting the means by which it can spread!  His bulging cock head and veined shaft glistens with precum, AIDS infected precum that is running from the slit in his glans as I watch.

He smiles at me.

‘I've got another load here for you if you want it' he tells me as he slowly wanks his cock.

I'm actually repulsed by his sight, but also fascinated by this man. My arse is sore, aching from the treatment that it has received tonight.  I feel that I should go to get showered, make my way to A&E to request a course of PEP.  It may be futile but I could tell myself I did all I could.

Devon’s warm body comes up being me, his arms wrap around me. He holds me with one arm and puts the brown bottle into my hand.  I feel myself open the bottle, a little hiss and the scent of the Amyl. I lift the bottle to my nose, close one nostril and take a deep snort through the other. I hold it in, then breathe out. Then another breath in from the bottle.  I repeat this, each long slow breath inhaling more of the chemical. I relax into Devon's arms, all thoughts of leaving are forgotten.

Once again the poppers course through my head.  I put the lid back on the bottle and let Devon guide me to the bench.  Without hesitation I lean over and take Bobby’s cock into my mouth.  His precum is sweet but bitter, I squeeze up the thick tube beneath his cock and am rewarded with a mouthful of the toxic nectar. His taste spreads through my mouth as the fluid covers my tongue.  I continue to suck him, more precum enters my mouth, different flavours as it rubs into my throat, around my gums, beneath my tongue.

I feel Devon’s fingers spreading lube between my arse cheeks and into my stretched hole. The cool lube is soothing.

‘Get up and sit on Bobby's cock mate’ he whispers into my ear.

I climb onto the bench, lift my leg to sit astride Bobby's stomach.  His skin is like paper, his body so much cooler than Devon's.  I reach behind me and lift Bobby's heavy cock up. Devon takes hold of it for me and I feel him press it to my opening.  All I need to do is press back and he will be inside my body again.

I hesitate, should I put a stop to this? I know the answer is yes but I open the bottle again.  More poppers relax the butterflies in my stomach and I lean back, I feel his cock head breach my sphincter. I sit back and relish the feeling of this poison rod sliding into my sore arse.

Bobby smiles up at me, he pulls me to him and we kiss, tongues dueling, he probably tastes his precum in my mouth. His arms feel fragile as they hold my torso to his. His saliva is yet another of his bodily fluids that I'm absorbing.

He starts sliding his cock in and out of my hole, his breathing ragged with the effort. I sit up and match his movements, allowing his cock to slide it's full length in and out.  I feel Devon climb onto the bench, he is kneeling behind me.  He pushes me down and Bobby wraps his wasted arms around me, his bony fingers grab my arse cheeks and pulls them apart to give Devon the fullest access.

Then I feel it, Devon holding his cock head to my arse hole. He lifts my hips and I feel Bobby's cock leave my hole, then lowering me back down and I feel Devon's bulbous cock head press into my hole.  Despite the stretching that I've already received his cock still doesn't make the initial entry easily and my hole protests at the further intrusion. But then it's through, the rim behind his glans is inside my muscles.  Then Bobby is holding his cock head tightly to the underside of Devon's cock.  As Devon pulls outward I feel my ring being stretched open, it's as if they have planned as they both push hard into my tortured hole.

I gasp at the pain of the two cocks stretching my anal muscles open.  Surely I can't stretch that far? I need to stop this, these are two of the biggest cocks that I've ever encountered and I realise that together they are going to tear my hole open. I cry out as the pain reaches another level. I tell them to stop but Devon's arms, strong, muscular, hold me in place. I know I'm trapped.

'Your'e going nowhere’ he growls into my ear, ‘sniff your poppers if you need, but you're getting us both in your arse whatever happens’.

Is this rape, I wonder, but know I put myself into this position. Somehow I manage to get the poppers bottle under my nose, I inhale, my head spins but still pain radiates from my hole. I feel a slight relief, think it's the effect of the poppers but then realise they have both eased off, have they realised they are too big?

But no, the relief is short lived as they both ram their cocks back into my arse.  I feel something give way and the pain is intense. They stop, each cock now through my hole. I worry that something is torn.

‘I knew you could do it’ Devon whispers, 'just relax and you'll love it.’

The pain eases off, or maybe my arse is numbing. The open poppers bottle is still under my nose and I'm inhaling the vapours with every breath. I nod, tell them it's feeling better.

Devon pulls out a little, leaving Bobby's cock inside me, then he drives deeper in again.  Bobby does the same, gasping for breath. The feeling is painful but the intensity is awesome, my prostate is being crushed and my colon is being filled to capacity by these men.

They start fucking me, sometimes driving in together, sometimes one pulls out as the other drives in. I find that I'm loving the sensations of pleasure and pain, and I start moving my arse to try to match their movements.  I start to feel them both hitting the back of my colon, I know I've got them both fully embedded inside me, the thickest parts of their cocks opening my sphincter wider than ever.

The sensations of these two cocks takes me to the point of orgasm, but it's so different to the usual cum. My arse cannot squeeze shut and I feel a continuous pleasure and realise that my muscles are trying to ejaculate but nothing is coming out, a continuous orgasm that just adds to the pleasure pain cycle.

Bobby's breathing is more laboured, I feel his finger nails biting, scratching my arse cheeks as he drives into me. Devon is holding my hair, his other hand over my face, his thumb pressing into my mouth. I'm being used like a rag doll by these guys.

'Take it, you whore,’ cries Bobby, 'take my AIDs, I'm cumming in your dirty hole.’

I don't feel the semen but I feel his cock throb in my ring as he fired jet after jet of infected cum into my torn and scratched rectum. He falls back sated, but there's no relief as his Viagra erection remains stiff within my arse. My hole feels wet and I know that Bobby's semen is coating the inside of my arse, his virus fighting it's way into my blood stream., Devon is still pounding and pulls my body back against his. His savage thrusts suddenly find the entrance to my inner bowels again through my already tortured second sphincter. Each thrust penetrates my core as he drags my head back to his, his cock dragging against Bobby's, as it drives through my arse.

Someone grabs my exposed cock, I hadn't realised I was still hard, I hadn't realised how many guys were watching us.  They roughl yank my foreskin up and down, too hard, too painful, but it has the effect of bringing me to another painful orgasm, my muscles trying to contract against the two cocks still inside me.  As I cum Devon bellows, driving into me, delivering his poz semen deep into my intestines, five, six, more thrusts, I think his cum must be reaching my stomach.

Devon falls forward onto me, I'm crushed between him and Bobby. I have to roll to one side to be able to breathe, both cocks are dragged from my hole followed by a torrent of fluid. I reach to my still open hole to gather some of the liquid, it's mostly white but tinged with red, at least I'm not bleeding too badly I realise.

The little booth is full of men, maybe 8 or 9.  A cock is pushed at my face, uncut and smelly, but I open my mouth to suck it.  It tastes of piss but also arse, I wonder where it's been but dutifully clean it, swallowing the foul mess from under the foreskin.

My body is dragged around to the edge of the bench.  A cock enters my arse, I hardly feel it I'm so stretched, but I feel the legs against mine,  pubic hair sctraching my arse cheeks. I want to complain, to say no, but the fat guy with his cock in my mouth is holding my head as he fucks deep into my throat.

Devon is there at my ear again.

'You've turned them on mate, you better let them use you. It's the busy time now, they are queueing out there, it's a bit of a frenzy.’

Do I try to stop it or go with the flow? At least I still have my poppers...

 

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Damn, that last part was HOT! I'm in that kind of mood myself lately -I need my hole stretched painfully open and stuffed full of cock and toxic cum!

I would certainly lay there and keep taking those cocks until there is no one left and no loads to take.

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On ‎12‎/‎1‎/‎2018 at 11:09 PM, rikg said:

Last week I had an early meeting in Edinburgh.  I couldn't get a train early enough to get me to Edinburgh in time for the meeting and so I travelled up on the afternoon before, booking an AirBnB apartment for the night.

Some years ago I spent quite a bit of time in Fife and spent many evenings in Edinburgh, enjoying the gay scene, including No 18 sauna.  It's neither the biggest or most up to date sauna, but I loved the slightly seediness of both the sauna and some of its clientele!

When I booked the apartment I made sure the one I chose was in walking distance of No 18, thinking I'd spend the evening there.  I'd read that the building that housed the sauna was to be sold shortly, and it's still not sure whether the new owner will keep the venue open, so I thought I'd have an evening there for old times sake!

Over the years I've started barebacking more and more, although my local sauna in the Midlands always seem to have far too many bottoms and I'd not been fucked in probably a couple of years.  So, despite taking raw seed for many years, and fucking guys bareback, I've remained neg, probably more by luck than judgement!

I'd considered getting PrEP a few times, but the small-town GUM clinic at our local hospital didn't seem to believe in the benefit of it and haven't been forthcoming in providing it.  Not wanting the expense of buying it out of pocket, I was therefore still unprotected unless I used the dreaded condoms - that I detest.  Condoms had also become less available in my local saunas - another excuse I know, I'm not really a chaser but the risk was also pretty exhilarating!

After showering, freshly shaving everywhere, cleaning out and popping a Viagra, I took the short walk in the rain to Albert Place, glad of the heat when I entered the familiar entrance.  I got the impression the facilities hadn't seen much attention in the years since I was last there, but it was warm and seemed clean.  The guy on reception was quite cute and welcoming.  I've always find the Scots to be very hospitable, and much more generous than their stereotype suggests.

After stripping and putting my things into my locker I took a quick shower, having found doing so leaves my towel more secure.  I found more guys in the sauna than I had dared to expect, particularly as on more than one occasion in the past I had found that sauna rather dead.  I remembered in the past the place was pretty dead some nights.

I returned to my locker and picked up my poppers and a small tube of lube, then I headed downstairs to the area where I expected to find the cubicles and dark room.  An older, very skinny guy passed me on the stairs and took the opportunity to squeeze my cock through my towel, his touch and the V making my cock lurch.

"Nice," he grinned, ‘I'll come and find you later."

As I reached the darkroom my V induced hard-on was causing my towel to tent, and so I took my towel off and draped it around my neck as I waited for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark.  A hand took hold of my hard cock, then a Scottish voice with a raspy, breathless element stated, rather than asked "You ready for some action."

As he stroked my cock, he squeezed my left nipple with his other hand.  Now, I have incredibly sensitive nipples that seem to be wired directly to my cock!, so I was not complaining.  He moved me further into the pitch-black room where my legs found the edge of the padded bench on which I remembered having been fucked on earlier trips to the sauna.

"Yeah," I answered, "but I really want to get fucked - at least the first time."

His mouth was on mine.  He had the stubble of at least a couple of days, and the taste of cigarettes was barely masked peppermint.  As we kissed I ran my hands over his body.  He too was skinny, his stomach paunched, with no real muscular definition.  He had some lumps on his arms and back.  I found his cock.  It was hard, long, perhaps as much as eight or eight and a half inches.  It wasn't too thick but was very veiny.  I found the reason:  he was wearing a tight cock ring behind his balls, balls that were large and as stubbly as his face.  His cock head was hooded in a loose foreskin, the opening was wet with viscous precum.

His fingers were at my hole.  The lube I had used on myself before leaving the flat had dried a but, but fortunately the Vaseline I'd added was still slippery.

"Will I be your first today?" he asked, pressing a finger inside me.

"Yeah, if we fuck you'll be my first today."

Then I felt another hand on my balls.  Although I could see nothing and no one, someone else was apparently there as my Scot with a raspy voice was fully occupied simultaneously stroking my cock and working my ass.  

"‘I'm ready to fuck a tight hole," he breathed into my ear.  "Your's feels perfect.  I'll prepare you for the other guys."

"Shit," I thought, "his finger nails are sharp inside my arse.  He's gonna leave me sore," I thought.  The second and third fingers he slipped into my ass quickly induced my hole to open-up properly, although the pain his rough, dry fingers was causing was considerable.  

A mouth found my cock, which left me thinking three guys were working on me.  Next thing I knew I was turned around and pushed down to sit on the bench.  Hands pushed me onto my back and other hands pulled my legs up, my ankles rested on the wasted guy's bony shoulders, his cock head seeking out my arse.

"I've got lube," I tell him.

"My precum is all I want," he gasped in reply, his cock making contact with my hole.  He pressed forward.  I could feel his foreskin roll back as his cock head passed through my stretched sphincter.  It hurt, but it was a familiar hurt.  It would pass.  The guy gasped and thrust deeper into my arse, my my hole stretching and pulling around his cock shaft.  Idly I thought "Damn, I hope his cock doesn't rip me open."

He leaned all the way over, bringing his mouth to my ear, which had the effect of pushing his stiff shaft further into my arse.

"Fuck mate, my bare cock feels good in your cunt," he announced, adding "I'm gonna fuck you hard."

For a second I wonder what I was doing.  The man was quite obviously not well.  I hoped he was on PrEP.  I grasped my bottle of poppers and took two long draws, one through each nostril.  The chemical reached my brain and all the anxiety evaporated.

He pressed his bony hands against my chest to push himself into an upright position.  With another gasp, he withdrew his cock, and then drove himself back in - hard.  Reaching down, I was able to gauge his dry shaft still has a few inches before he was fully buried in my hole.  Spitting in my hand, I managed to lube my hole a bit in an interval between his thrusts.  This time, aided by my spit, his inward stroke allowed the thickest portion of his cock to pass through my sphincter.  His pubes were now grazing against my balls.

He commenced a slow, steady fucking, sometimes using short thrusts, other times pulling back until his foreskin was the only bit still inside my ass.  I was fortunate my my arse tends to produce it's own lube, as the pain of getting fucked was short-lived, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his cock massaging my prostate.

I snorted more poppers, my head spun.  Taking hold of his bony arms, I clutched him as his sweat dripped from his head, onto my chest, onto my face, into my mouth, and, even in my eyes.  My hands migrated to his shaved head where I explored his skull.  He slid a couple of fingers into my mouth.  I sucked with pleasure.  I wanted all of this man inside my body.

Again he leaned forward, but this time he asked "Are" gasp "you" gasp "on" gasp "PrEP?"

I didn't reply.  Obviously I knew I wasn't.  The question was "What should I infer from his question?"  My head shakes side to side, not really saying no, rather just reacting to the ferocity of his fucking.  It was dark,.  I could barely make out the shape of his body.  Again his lips were at my ear. "Hope your fucking PrEP is working mate," the commented, taking a slight break from fucking, his cock deep inside my hole.  "‘I'm full blown AIDS mate, viral load off the fucking scale.  And guess what?  That pulsation you feel in your hole is my seven day load pumping into your fucking bowels!"

I feel between his buttocks.  Sure enough - his arse cheeks were clenching as his body pumped wave after wave of toxic semen into me.  I opened my poppers again.  One, two, three, four breaths of the chemical and my head spun, my heart pumped.  I pressec my arse against his pulsating cock, clenching tightly to hold him in my arse, trying to fuck back against him.  But he was spent, his sweaty chest rests on mine as his body fights for oxygen.  After a moment his cock, now limp after having delivered it's payload, slipped from my hole.  Pressing himself up, he gave me a kiss.  His drool oozed into my mouth.

"Thanks mate," he whispered.  "Can my buddy have a go now?"

I nod.  "Yeah," I told him.  "I'm ready for more."

As he pushes away from my he slaps my arse.  I feel another body move between my legs, lifting them to rest my ankles on two more bony shoulders.

My anxiety returns, soon to be quelled by more poppers...

fucking hot story had me oozing pre-cum

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On 3/8/2019 at 9:52 AM, rikg said:

I gasp at the pain of the two cocks stretching my anal muscles open.  Surely I can't stretch that far? I need to stop this, these are two of the biggest cocks that I've ever encountered and I realise that together they are going to tear my hole open. I cry out as the pain reaches another level. I tell them to stop but Devon's arms, strong, muscular, hold me in place. I know I'm trapped.

'Your'e going nowhere’ he growls into my ear, ‘sniff your poppers if you need, but you're getting us both in your arse whatever happens’.

I so badly want this done to me, especially by two HVL POZ big cocks.

Jerked out two neg loads reading this chapter.

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