Down by the River

[OpenSeason]

Recently, out of nowhere, I had a dream about my buddy Jeff. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and a half, and we'd lost touch over time. I'd stopped checking in to the cruising sites where we would chat from occasionally about how nice it would be to see each other again, but never made specific plans to do so. Frankly, he'd pretty much dropped from my mind. It happens. Life changes, people move on.

But then he appeared. Vividly. I could taste and smell him, and feel his strong, sinewy furry body. He was fucking me. His eyes were wild, and I hungered for what was in those eyes. I kept asking him to feed me. His response was always a whispered "yeah...", never missing a stroke. He was machine-like in plowing my ass. I could feel myself getting hungrier and hungrier...

Then I woke up. Sweating, agitated, surprised, confused, with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of. I shot a massive load picturing the end of the dream, when Jeff finally feeds me, giving my ass what it's looking for. The surprising and confusing part was that Jeff was HIV positive, and I was neg, but craving his load. It shocked me; but from then on I couldn't get him out of my mind.

I had met Jeff originally at a park near where I used to live, in an industrial area along a river. We met up late one night, cruised each other briefly, then walked back toward the woods to a bench from which you could see any cars pulling into the park. In the low light we devoured each other: kissing, pawing, taking turns on our knees. Eventually he sucked my load out of me and we swapped my cum for a bit. We exchanged numbers and screen names and kept in touch.

We played a couple times after that, at his place, where we could get naked and explore. He had boundless sexual energy that blew my mind. We sucked and fucked each other silly, but used condoms since I was neg. At one point he slid his bare cock into me, but I asked him to put on a condom. He said he thought I'd changed my mind. I almost did. There were times after that in our chats when he said he wanted to breed me. I always took it as just that: chat. After my dream, though, I was starting to think of it as something more.

A couple nights after my dream I was back in my old neighborhood at night, and though I'd cruise by the park to see if anything was happening. There was--Jeff's truck was there, and he was not in it. My heart started racing, and I darted out of my car to see if I could find him. Sure enough, he was standing by the bench where we first met, looking out at the water. He saw me and smiled, and I didn't waste one second heading over and planting one on him.

My hands worked quickly at freeing his cock from his jeans, and dropping my shorts to the ground. They were gonna get muddy, and I didn't care. I lowered myself to the bench and took his cock deep into my throat, getting it nice and slick. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat a little, pushing it balls deep into my gullet. Then he pulled out, and bent down to kiss me. When he stood up I threw my legs back to give him access to my hole. He immediately buried his scruffy face in my ass and munched ravenously, then stood up and slapped my hole with his cock, looking into my eyes. I smiled and pulled my legs back further. He smiled back and dove right in.

My head was spinning as he plowed me with his big ol' poz fuck stick. I ran my hands over his furry body and reveled in his primal fucking. I looked into his eyes and recognized the wildness I'd seen in my dream. My smile widened. He kept fucking in a steady rhythm as he asked, "Are you still neg?"

I nodded.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Feed me," I said. "Give me what my body's hungry for."

"Yeah..." he whispered. His pace quickened. "Time for me to breed you buddy." I nodded in agreement, and with that watched his face change, eyes locked intensely on mine, as he unloaded his poz seed deep in my guts, grinding me into the bench, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly get it before pulling out with a pop. I licked his sweet cock clean, then kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of ass juice and poz cum with him.

As we held each other and exchanged big shit-eating grins, he patted my still-bare ass and asked, "So does this mean we can do away with the condoms?"

"You bet!" I answered, giving his dick a gentle stroke.

"Good...then follow me home. I've got several buddies who I'm sure would be more than happy to help us celebrate your newly-found freedom."

I wasn't about to pass that invitation up.

[Guest cardoc49]

Hi Openseason: thanks for story - very sexy and very beautiful:-)

[Bronson]

Openseason. Very nice story. It is encouraging to read this. Thanks .

[Hotload84]

Well written, OpenSeason. Thanks for posting it.

[OpenSeason]

Thank you all...glad you enjoyed it...and thanks for the encouragement!

[boywonder]

nice job. I'd love to hear about the next part of this saga.

[Guest GoodExercise]

On 5/3/2011 at 3:04 AM, OpenSeason said:

"Time for me to breed you buddy." I nodded in agreement, and with that watched his face change, eyes locked intensely on mine, as he unloaded his poz seed deep in my guts, grinding me into the bench, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly get it before pulling out with a pop.

Mutual consent.