A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up

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Needless to say, HIV was being transmitted in the late 80’s despite the push for safer sex. Poz guys and men with AIDS were actively looking to hook up and have unsafe sex because it felt better, and also because of the power rush of pozzing a neg guy. Gift giving and stealthing might not have been coined yet, but there it was. I learned this first hand in my own apartment.

I was a 20 something horny gay male, in a more or less monogamous relationship (I had jacked off with a few others, but was VERY afraid of HIV.) My partner John was older than I, a top and we had good sex.

John’s previous partner, Matt, was HIV+ and living in San Francisco. I had heard all about Matt: he was in his mid 30’s, had a bad childhood, usually a bottom but had a big dick, etc. Their relationship had not ended well, but they still talked on the phone. I had also heard of some of their exploits in the pre-AIDS era. It fucking turned me on! The fact that Matt lived in San Francisco and bottomed made his diagnosis unsurprising, although my partner was sorry for him. I had seen photos of Matt and had some fantasies about him.

Matt was taking a road trip back see family and friends east of Minneapolis so he wanted to stop for a few days to visit. My partner wasn’t keen on it, but we had a spare bedroom and I said we should be hospitable. I also wanted to see what he was like in person.

He arrived midweek in early June and we had dinner at home with beer and wine. Matt was thinner than I expected, but still rather hot in a swarthy way—trim beard and hair showing on his chest because he had a short sleeve polo shirt with the 3 buttons open. Matt and my partner reminisced about old times and talked about the “golden era” of San Francisco. Matt looked at me when he said there were still lots of hot sex going on. I was quite boned by the conversation. I wasn’t drinking, but Matt and John were. Not to excess, but I think the booze loosened their tongues. Hell—I didn’t mind—it fed into my sexual fantasies.

Matt seemed to like me, and that stroked my ego as much as my libido. All three of us sat around chatting until near 11 and my partner said he was wiped and had to go to bed as he worked at 8 in the morning. My schedule was much more flexible as I managed the apartment building where we lived in so I said I’d be in a bit later.

Matt and I sat on the couch in the living room and talked. He asked what I had heard about him from John. I demurred that I didn’t know too many details, although I had heard he had a big dick. I winked as I said that. Matt laughed and said that much was certain and asked if I wanted to see it with a wink of his own. I blushed and stammered and Matt said I looked cute like that.

With that statement Matt got up for a bathroom break. He came back in a robe “to be more comfortable” he stated. He also had a videotape in hand that he wanted me to watch. I told him the spare bedroom was the TV room. “Maybe we could all watch the tape tomorrow” I suggested.

“I hear you like a good massage” Matt changed the subject. I looked at him surprised and he laughed and said John had mentioned it and Matt said he used to do massage work professionally. “Why don’t you sit on the floor in front of me and let me work on your shoulders” When I said that wasn’t necessary he insisted—after all, we were showing him our hospitality and it was the least he could do to make me feel good.

Damn did Matt have strong hands! I sighed and was quickly relaxed and putty in his hands. With his gentle urging, I removed my shit so he could work easier. Matt said it was a pity he hadn’t brought his portable massage bed as I had tension knots in my back. After working some more, he suggested I lie down on a towel in his bed so he could apply oil and give me a thorough rubdown. Again I said that wasn’t necessary but Matt said “for goodness sake, don’t be such a woosey!” He grabbed my hand and lifted me up and reached over to pick up his tape off the coffee table.

I was feeling nervous as well as excited. Matt’s sinewy body really showed through the robe as I followed him. Matt also closed the bedroom door so he could play his tape and the VCR wouldn’t wake my partner. Those feelings now intensified! I sat on the edge of the bed while Matt slid the tape in and turned the TV on. He told me the tape was a special one starring none other than him.

He knelt behind me and started massaging my shoulders while the tape got started. It started with a few minutes of some television drama. He then laid a large beach towel on the bed and told me to lie on it facing the TV so I could watch while getting massaged. He worked my back like a pro and the oil felt so good against my skin—I sighed and relaxed. Matt didn’t want to get oil on my jeans and he wanted to work my legs. I wasn’t keen on that idea as I just had a jock on (my usual undergarment as it turned John on). Matt talked me into it saying he wasn’t going to do anything improper.

Mark started to oil my legs up as the tape morphed into a sex tape—and yes, it was starring the man in the robe who was on top of me! It was home porn (TWISTED) and it was hot! Matt was in leather and he was using a young man for his pleasure. That youngster seemed ever so happy to do as he was told. I was confused as well as hard—I asked Matt wasn’t he a bottom? He said bottoms can grow up into being the best tops! The tape seemed to support this notion.

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I was relaxed but now rock hard in my jock. Matt started talking about how he likes to film his exploits. The volume was fairly low, but I could hear the dialogue. Matt was demanding and forceful and the boy was submitting and calling him sir—as in “yes, sir!” John and I tended to play this same way and I wondered if that was how he used to play with Matt. “You like role play?” Matt asked bringing my focus back to the man straddling my legs. “Ummm…yes” I admitted. I couldn’t see Matt’s face, but I had this impression he was smirking.

Matt started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. It wasn’t like he was going to do much with John in the other room, anyway! Matt had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle.

When he got back on me I didn’t feel his robe against me—he said he was overheating from the work. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on TV. He was really working my ass nice and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great and I didn’t care.

The action on the screen picked up as Matt lubed his boys ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because the next shot was super hot as mark pressed his bare dick against the hole.

“Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Matt said “yeah, that is a hot shot.” My dick was throbbing in my jock and I was wondering how I was going to extract myself without my boner showing.

Matt and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape and I found myself in this weird state of being relaxed but dripping wet in my jock—I could feel my precum leaking. I honestly told Matt that his private porn was better than anything I had seen. He asked relative questions while continuing to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I spilled the beans about his tape: I liked the role playing and that he was in charge and the boy was submitting. He simply stated that I like submitting. I murmured my agreement.

Matt’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Matt” I started but he wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. “Just let me enjoy your body a bit” he asked…or was that a statement?

“John’s in the other room” I pointed out. Matt almost snickered as he pointed out that John slept like a log and I knew that was true. Matt went on that this tape was making him really horny—and my sexy body underneath him especially. Funny, but I wasn’t watching the video anymore. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want and I never kiss and tell” he promised.

This was all well and good, but I wasn’t home alone, and I was negative while his status was not. I didn’t want to point that out, but I did say that I was in a committed relationship. Matt asked if I knew why he and John had broken up? I shook my head and he said John was fucking others behind his back. I didn’t know what to say.

He went onto say this wasn’t really the issue. Matt said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock hard dick went between my cheeks. Again I froze and he just slowly slid back and forth.

He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Matt sliding in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them” Matt declared. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point and that along with his nearness got my flagging dick hard again.

Matt and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Matt wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he said “spread ‘em” and whacked my ass with his hand. I didn’t even think about it, I just did what he commanded.

“Lift up” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. I started grinding against the pillow while Matt was grinding in my ass cheek. The fucking was getting more intense on the screen and I could hear Matt telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. The boy’s “oh, oh, oh!” was getting louder and the smacking sound was becoming staccato.

“Watch closely” Matt ordered. He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on that and the video and didn’t pay much attention to the ceasing of Matt’s thrusting. Matt was pulling out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open ass hole. Within another shot or two Matt rammed back inside telling the boy to take his fucking load!

I was gasping at this not really noticing the head of Matt’s dick was knocking right at my back door! He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed then relaxed his grip. My ass tightened at the nipple’s being used hard then it relaxed slightly. Matt’s head slid in slightly with me gasping much louder.

“Matt—NO!” I grunted. He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed “watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick (had he oiled it earlier?) slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Matt was pretty much holding still…his dick was definitely thicker than John’s and I felt stretched.

I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this NOW! Matt seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started lightly biting the nape of my neck. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. He was just nudging back and forth a bit, but I was responding by opening up to him.

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Matt was sliding in—it felt amazing! He was rock hard and truly well hung. As his torso was longer then mine, he was able to lick my ears and talk darkly to me. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. Matt told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me and more. He sounded both sincere and in control. He finally reached bottom and I could feel his nuts against my skin.

He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples and his dick occasionally throbbing within me next to my now not quite so tight ring. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me back on my hands and knees.

The tape was now showing Matt fucking another guy in basically the same position as we were. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen well and it was like I was a part of it. Matt had his hands tightly on my hips and he started to fuck me in earnest. He wasn’t wailing on me, but he had a great motion. With a little trial and error he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him totally penetration when he pushed in.

My head sank to the bed as he groaned “this is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any and he wouldn’t wear ‘a rain coat’ anyway. He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My requests for him to “just pull out now” were answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking.

I knew Matt had stamina from watching him fuck on screen. I now knew that he knew what he was doing by the way he made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and in my head space. Matt seemed so attuned to my every sound and variation in position. After awhile I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts as I had been born to do. Guys say I was a natural bottom and Matt was taking full advantage of that.

I am good for a long fuck, too and Matt settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what but I was feeling something almost weird after maybe 15 minutes. My dick was beyond hard and I was not in anyway touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets hard and I was withering. I was starting to “oh, oh, oh” like the boy did in the sling and Matt was now doing his staccato fucking.

“Matt….Matt…oh, Matt” was my new refrain and he asked how I was doing. I told him to continue exactly like he was doing. It didn’t feel like bad porn lines when Matt said things like “you like that, don’t you” and “take that big dick”. I started to feel an intense pressure within me. I didn’t realize what was happening, but I was about to cum. All I knew is that I needed Matt to continue and I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop….I think I’m…CUMMING! I wasn’t particularly loud but I was clamping down on Matt as hard as I could as I exploded. Matt’s hands were like steel on my hips and he shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy in perfect harmony to my ass having its own orgasm. I had never cum without touching myself and this was earth shattering to me. Matt hissed over and over “take it!” I took it all and then crumpled on my stomach bringing Matt with me—still within me and now, a part of me.

Matt called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words. He also remained latched to my body and plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—what we had done. Even soft he was big enough to be my personal butt plug, but I had to get out of his room. I squeezed my ass to urge him out as I scooted forward just a bit. He softly moaned at the sensation but let me withdraw. I grabbed my clothes and hit the bathroom. I needed a shower and to push out his cum. Neither of us said a word as I left his room.

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It was after 1 in the morning when I quietly slid in bed. I was wide awake laying near my partner but not facing him. I felt scared, dirty, used, and disgusted. A part of me also knew that I had taken the fucking of my life and that nobody had ever made me cum without touching myself! John, still asleep, rolled on his side and spooned me. I was awake for some time.

John’s alarm was set to go off at 6:40 am during the work week, but he almost always was awake before that. I felt his fingers spreading spit on my hole. I was awake now. His morning erection soon followed and he slid into the ass that his ex had taken only hours earlier. “MMMMM! Your ass feels really hot this morning!” he exclaimed. I was thinking of Matt’s spunk smoothing the ride for John, but I still made a crack that wasn’t my ass always hot?

It was perverse that a small part of me liked that John was fucking in my used hole—a hole that his ex had stolen from him, even if only for an evening. Mostly I felt guilty and scared but I gave myself to my partner the same as I always did.

I got up to make John breakfast—guilty conscious perhaps. I ate just a bit of scrambled eggs and threw the plates and pan in the dishwasher and brushed my teeth before kissing John good bye so I could go back to sleep. “Have fun with Matt” he gibed and I groaned inside—what sort of “fun” might Matt want?

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I was asleep almost as soon as I hit the pillow. I didn’t hear the door open, but I felt Matt sit on the bed. I didn’t say a word pretending I was sleeping. Maybe he would give up and I could pretend last night hadn’t happened. No such luck.

After a minute Matt got up and then lifted the sheet to join me in bed. I was on my side facing the wall and that left my backside exposed to Matt. Now what should I do? That thought vanished as Matt made his move. He surrounded my body, erection against ass, one hand reaching under my arm to grab my chest and the other arm holding my head in place so he could ravish my neck with his mouth. I wanted to confront him, but I was hard as a rock and tingling with anticipation (apologies to the Rocky Horror Picture Show).

After softening my resistance, Matt asked if I was awake. I laughed. “I want you” he said earnestly. I didn’t say anything so he continued. “Last night was one of the hottest nights of my life. I wanted you from the descriptions I had heard on the phone from John and when I met you, I couldn’t resist you.” “Resist ME?” I snorted. “It seemed like you took what YOU wanted!” I was mad now and I turned over—to hell with my hard on.

Matt looked a bit sheepish, but he stood his ground. “I didn’t rape you…you could have stopped me easily. Maybe I seduced you, but you wanted it, too!” I was trembling and upset. He continued. “I meant it when I said I can read men and based on chemistry, what you told me and what John has told me about your interests, you like submitting to a man in charge.” I sniffled “You shouldn’t have cum in me…” He nodded his head and said “Yeah…maybe not, but you wanted it—you asked for it!” “What the fuck?” I spit. He explained “Come on, don’t you remember telling me not to stop, to continue fucking you like I was fucking you? What were you expecting? I said I’d pull out if you wanted me to, but you told me not to stop.” I responded less forcefully “I meant don’t stop fucking like you were fucking, not don’t stop cumming in me!”

Matt just stared at me for a long moment and wiped the few tears on my cheeks and then pressed his lips against mine—hard. I closed my eyes and didn’t respond right away. He grabbed my body hard and said “Kiss me!” His tongue invaded when I tried to reply and he quickly took control of my mouth. The heat of his body, his throbbing dick pressed against me and everything else made me kiss him back. “That’s it—give into me” he whispered. I was.

Looking back I wonder if we were having a battle of sorts or were we performing an elaborate dance? Matt rolled me on my back and continued to deep kiss me. He took his time and I was responding. When he went for my neck I cried out and put my arms around him locking him against me. Our grunts and groans were peppered with his words like “That’s it—give into me! I’m making you mine! I want you!”

When Matt had my resistance down for the count, he moved up my body and presented his dick to my lips. When I didn’t do anything he grabbed another pillow to prop my head up and placed his hands on my head and told me to suck it. I opened up and did what he commanded. He pulled out and told me to lick his nuts and I did. I was surprised when he turned around and presented his hairy ass to my mouth. He spread his cheeks and told me to kiss it. Fuck—that was something John does all the time! I tentatively kissed his hole and then he said to just touch his hole with the tip of my tongue. I knew then that John used to do that with Matt because I was used to this scenario. Soon I was fucking his ass with my tongue while he gave me words of encouragement. I love rimming a hairy hole!

“Shit! I don’t want to cum yet” Matt rasped. He got off the bed, grabbed me by the hand and yanked me up to follow him. He took me to the bathroom and told me to get cleaned up. I said I had showered earlier, but he grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he said I didn’t mean for you to shower. When I looked at him with confusion he pointed out the “special” attachment that was on our shower hose. I was about to object but he told me to get a move on it—he had a surprise for me.

I was still kicking myself for the fuck prepping. Yes, I was turned on, but I couldn’t risk infection…assuming I had escaped it so far. I grabbed my emergency kit from the medicine cabinet—a small Ziploc bag with an individual sized container of lube and a few condoms along with a safer sex brochure courtesy of out local AIDS nonprofit. John didn’t wear protection with me, but if Matt and I were going to fuck, Matt was going to suit up!

I found Matt in my bedroom, well our bed room—as in John and mine. Matt wasn’t quite naked, he was wearing a full body harness and leather hat. He looked hot as hell in it and I realized that I hadn’t really sized him up like I was now. The harness was good quality—not that stiff leather crap that leather-wana-bees wear to act hot at our local leather bar. The subtle leather of his harness fit him perfectly. I noticed his hairy chest with nipple rings adorning. Speaking of piercings, he was also wearing a low gauge and quite prominent PA. Maybe it was the cock ring, but his dick stood straight out like a weapon.

Matt reached behind him and grabbed a collar off the dresser. John was rather dominant and was certainly the top in our relationship, but we hadn’t really done any leather sex or whatever you wanted to call it. I knelt when Matt told me to and when he placed the collar on me, I felt a rush go though me—I was in new territory!

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Seeing Matt in his leather and feeling the collar around my neck, it seemed easier to follow his lead. I have always preferred submitting and I liked reading Drummer—this was like a story from that leather journal coming true!

Being on my knees, it was easy to open my mouth to suck Matt. He let me take it at my own pace but kept his hands on my shoulders. He proceeded to set the rules. “You are my boy to use. During the rest of my visit you are going to submit to my needs and service me. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything in front of John, but you can expect as many hours of training as we can squeeze in.” He continued “I expect the collar on at all times that John is not home. You are to call me sir as in yes, sir! I shall call you boy—as in my boy! I was doing my best to deep throat him when he took my hands and placed them on his ass. “Your hands belong on me while you are servicing my needs—no touching yourself without permission. You are here to serve me and I expect faithful execution of what I say…or there will be consequences.” He took his hard on out of my mouth and slapped my face as he explained that last part.

Matt had me lick his body, worship his feet and in general show my servitude. I was having a problem deep throating him because of his size and wearing a PA. He said I just needed a bit of training. I laid on my back with my head over the edge of the bed at his command. As he lined his dick up with my open mouth he started working my nipples in time with his throat fucking. I could feel my dick leaking precum—he licked it up and said it tasted sweet. My throat was getting a bit raw from Matt sawing in and out me and he took mercy on me by pulling my further onto the bed and sitting on my face. He beat his meat while I ate his hairy hole. I was really digging in deep when he suddenly said “Shit! Open your mouth but don’t swallow.”

Suddenly my mouth was full of his seed. I didn’t want to swallow it anyway. He held his palm out and told me to spit it out. He French kissed me tasting the remnant of his cum while he reached back to my ass. I could feel his slick fingers pushing into me—pushing his poz cum in me! I started to thrash around but he grabbed my neck as hard as he could and yelled for me to stay the fuck still, boy! I was shocked into silence and he eventually got 4 fingers into me—aided (AIDED?) with his own special lube. “That’s two” he stated. Two, what? I thought to myself.

Matt continued to finger me and he repositioned himself between my legs. The stimulation in my ass along with his mouth clamping on my nipples sucked the resistance out of me. Like a good boy I kept my hands on him as I mewled and shook. “Grab your legs and hoist them back against your chest” Mark commanded and I almost instinctively complied saying “yes, sir!” Mark stared in my eyes and something seemed to pass between us. I stared back in his eyes as he lined up his fuck stick with my finger stretched hole.

I had never been fucked with a PA but it was hot knowing that his jewelry was inside me. Mark had already supplied the lube with his cum and from this point on it was only his spit, precum and cum that would ease the fucking. Matt allowed me to rest my legs on his shoulders and then he grabbed them with his hands to control how spread my ass was. My freed hands went to his back, and especially to his ass. Somehow this act seemed to return the energy Matt was spending on pounding my ass—almost like that was the ground wire that connected the circuit. Looking back, that is what were doing—his positive dick, my negative hole and neutral hands.

Matt had already cum from my tongue action so it was a long ride. Mark was sweating, talking, fucking—I was giving into his dominance and going wherever he wanted to take me. He would wipe the sweat off his brow and have me lick it off his hand. When he told me to open my mouth I said “yes, sir” and “thank you, sir” when he spit in my mouth. Something had changed, I guess I had. My fears weren’t gone, but I was going to see this through. The chemistry between us was undeniable.

Matt gradually sped up and it was like it was the most important connection in my life. He had been silent for awhile but as the end approached, he became much more verbal. He told me what a good boy I was, how hot my ass was—indeed, that my ass was made for his fucking. I was either whimpering or saying yes, sir or thank you, sir.

The look in his eyes when he shot inside me was almost indescribable—a cross between anger, power, control, possession. All I know is that his look seemed to burn me as he deposited his essence inside my rather torn up ass. He also shrieked like a banshee. When he recovered he said my ass was his and there was no denying it—he had claimed my ass. I simple closed my eyes and softly said “yes, sir”. “That’s three” he stated and I realized what he meant---3 loads of his poz cum in my neg hole. I shuttered and we held each other tight.

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Matt fucked me twice more before John got home and helped me get dinner ready. I managed to get his 6th load in just over 24 hours when getting up to piss around 2 am. Mark must have heard me flush the toilet because as I exited the bathroom he was waiting for me. He pushed me back in, slid his collar around me and had me grab the pedestal sink as I got behind me. We both watched each other in the mirror as he fucked his desire and charged seed up my ass. I wanted what he wanted and I took what he wanted to give,

At his command I promised Matt that I would offer my ass to John every night or morning while he visited so John could share in our special connection. John was only too happy to oblige my horny self. I got John to admit that he had always fantasized about fucking me after another man had used me and Matt loved hearing that and said he was happy to fulfill his ex’s fantasy and my fantasies as well.

I really skimped on work the rest of the week. Matt and I did some site seeing but even then it had sexual energy and exploits. While biking around the famous Chain of Lakes, Matt managed to find private spots where he could use me. (I recommend exploring Minnehaha Falls Park) The recitation of the number of loads went up daily and now I replied “thank you, sir” after each one.

It seemed like Matt wanted to fuck me after another man used me. He did so each day since John was fucking me with renewed vigor. Matt got a devilish look when he asked me about Bare Ass Beach. Apparently he had heard about this notorious cruising spot on the Mississippi. I knew where it was and he asked to bike over to see it. I did as he requested.

We got there after a light lunch. Matt had made me wear my shortest shorts and a skin tight wife beater. We locked our bikes and walked down; Matt put the collar on and grabbed my ass. I knew what he wanted. We cruised together. I was afraid of running into someone I knew, but Matt said I could just introduce him to anyone and say he wanted a guide so he would feel safe.

We stumbled onto a small group of guys in a wooded copse and after he decided it was cool, Matt yanked my shorts down. He bent me over a tree that had fallen down, spit on my ass and slid in. That got everyone’s attention! Matt said he wanted to whore his boy out and were there any takers? A hairy bear was first and offered his dick to my mouth. I could hear Mark whispering in his ear—something about wanting that guy to shoot his load in my bare ass. I had the bear hard and wet with spit and when Matt withdrew, the bear took his place after softly asking him something. Matt grinned and spread my ass for Mister Bear. It was a nice thick piece of meat and it pushed right in. Five minutes later I heard him grunt and felt his dick pulsing. “Good boy!” Matt praised.

Three of the other four guys seeded my ass while the forth wanted to just get sucked off. Matt seemed most pleased and he goaded each one to cum in his boy. I thanked each one for their donation. Matt didn’t count any of those loads to his tally. He was ready to add his own distinctive brew to the mix.

Matt told me how proud he was of me submitting to those strangers. He told me that the bear was poz and had asked him if he could shoot in me. That is why he had made such a point of spreading my ass for him. “Boy, you are now free to be the receptacle for men that you were meant to be” he explained. A chill went through me, but I just nodded saying “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Matt was up to number lucky 13 in three days as we biked home.

On his last day he added some Crisco to the mix as he fingered my cummy ass. Matt became the first man to fist me and he was damn good at it. I shot like crazy without touching myself with Matt explaining that he was working his load deep inside me. We lay together as he articulated his thoughts.

He explained that some of his initial motivation was payback and resentment of my partner, but it was more than that. He wanted to teach me about being free to explore my darkest desires. He also felt a need to bond with me and he sensed that I wanted that as well. He started kissing me again and I responded as always. I think he wanted to try a few more things so he timed his breath so he could blow his breath into my lungs. That made me crazy with desire! We shared our very breaths just as we had shared our very DNA. When he finally fucked me that last time he asked me directly if I wanted his positive cum and I asked for it. Once I directly asked, it was very easy to beg for it and Matt was very pleased to share it with me.

Epilogue

Matt said John and I were very welcome to visit him in San Francisco—either together or one on one as he glanced at me. He also said he had a thank you gift for each of us that he would send when he got back home.

John and I never made that trip. I think John wasn’t that interested and we tended to travel east anyway. Matt met a man and fell in love and then got sick and died all in the space of a few years. I was glad he wasn’t alone and we talked on the phone weekly towards the end.

I got very sick about a month after Matt left. I never told John what had happened and neither did Matt. Matt knew what had happened and he said he was bonded to me in a way no other man ever would be. I got really sick years later but I lucked out as the “cocktail” was now available. I am still with John although in an open relationship.

Oh, and the thank you gifts from Matt? John got a San Francisco snow globe to go with collection, a sterling San Francisco souvenir spoon and a vintage San Francisco kitchen towel. I got some Castro themed t-shirts, a San Francisco pullover and a videotapes marked “Tours of San Francisco”. His note to me said that if I appreciated the San Francisco video we had watched I would love these!

I read between the lines and watched it by myself. It started off as a travelogue style video but it soon changed to something much more personal. Matt and I were starring in our own porn! It seemed that Matt had brought his camcorder with him and had hid it several times both in his guest room and in John and my bedroom. I have since transferred the tape to a DVD and I still watch it sometimes to relive the time I got pozzed.

[YorkshireLad]

HOTT story!

[kinkydawg]

fucking awesome. Stories like this turned me into the seed chasing pig I am today.

[fillerupmn]

Glad you liked it! I personally like the stores here that include what the characters (or real people?) are feeling.

[Hotload84]

Excellent story, Fillerupmn. Thanks for posting it.

[cumhole1919]

First class storytelling. I would have been a real pushover for Matt.  But I would have been able to rationalize away the fear.  No wonder I got knocked up.

[MackyJay]

Absolutely bone inducing story.  Love it  and would love to find someone like that for sure.