The Legacy

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WARNING: This story is VERY dark and may be a little hard to read for some people (Yes, even given the subject matter of... well... this entire site). It doesn't really involve violence but it does involve death and early plague death at that (just in case that's something that may trigger you [though I'm sure most people on this site will be fine and laugh at this warning.]) It's a short one-off so don't expect a sequel or next chapter. Just an idea I thought about and finally put down. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything. Hope you like it even though it's REALLY short.

 

13 days ago Tim was on his back with the muscled-up skinhead kneeling between his legs. The man, Kevin he thought his name was, spit on his exposed hole and lined his beer can-thick cock up with his entrance. Without a word between them, the man shoved himself into Tim’s body. Tim felt his sphincter give way and the man’s cock fill the cavity of his rectum until he bottomed out, just grazing his prostate. They both moaned with the pleasure and Tim was surprised at how well he had taken his cock on the first entrance (usually it was a process that most became annoyed at him with.) The man moaned and Tim knew what the man was feeling; those first few moments of skidding into a man’s ass were the best part of gay sex until you actually came. The tightness, warmth, and connection as two first became one couldn’t be beat. Soon enough the man began pounding him for all he was worth. They both moaned and the man leaned down and kissed Tim. The only thing the man said until he came was, “Oh fuck! You’re going to be my fucking slutty little boy wether you like it or not.” Tim, wasn’t sure what he meant by that but figured that the man was just planning on a FWB-type of relationship. Tim wasn’t one for monogamy. Soon enough, the man’s moans became louder and louder and Tim knew that he was getting close to cumming. “I’m going to cum, you little faggot! You’re going to take my fucking DNA! You’re going to be fucking mine forever,” he bellowed. The man let out something between a moan and a scream before he slammed all the way into Tim’s body, lodging his cock just over his prostate. The man’s cum erupted from his cock and began to fill Tim up. Spurt after spurt after spurt of the man’s semen pumped their way into their new home and host, carrying a surprise that neither of the men knew about.

 

Unbeknownst to Tim, just 6 days earlier, the man, who’s name was really Paul, had finally recovered from what he thought was just a cold. He gave himself a Covid test which returned as negative so he thought that it must have just been a seasonal thing. When the cold had just started he kinda remembered having a weird dream but as soon as he woke up that morning he couldn’t remember a thing about it. Paul had gone to a bathhouse about a month beforehand and left with a whopping 7 loads in his ass, a personal record that he had bragged to his sluttier friends about for a week after (except to the one or two that could and have easily tripled that number more than once before on Pride weekends). Some were from him camping with his ass up in the air with the door to his room open but most were from taking random loads in the darkroom. He was sore the next day but given his new record he took the pain as a badge of honor. Little did he know that the dream that he had forgotten about was one of the most important ones of his life.

 

13 nights after Tim had met Paul he went to sleep, feeling a little more tired than he usually did. He just excused it as a long day at work. As soon as he closed his eyes and felt the first few pulls of sleep take him, Tim was transported back in time. He saw two men, probably in the 70s given the style of the speedos they were wearing, making the sweetest, most tender love on a beach. Tim could practically feel the love the men had for each other even though he could tell that it was just for that moment. Suddenly the top came in his bottom with a moan before collapsing on top of him just as the sun set behind them. From there, Tim was transported into the future; that same top was in a hospital bed, there were soars all over his body, and he was gasping for air. He was alone and there was fear in his eyes as he he gasped one last time before his chest fell for the last time. As the light faded from his eyes, Tim was transported to the bottom from the beach as he was at a bathhouse in New York City, probably not too much longer after he had been with the previous top. He was fucking a small twink that was in a sling. Soon after Tim got there, the man came inside the twink before pulling out. This time Tim stayed with him a little longer as he went to the shower where he found a muscled stud cleaning up. The man struck up a brief conversation that Tim couldn’t hear over the the roar of the showers before the man unceremoniously stood behind the muscled guy and shoved his dick in him, the man quickly unloaded in him before they kissed and went their separate ways. Tim was then transported to yet another hospital bed in the future as that man too took his last breath on this Earth. Tim noticed though that the muscled guy was by his bed this time, holding his hand as he went. He was transported again and again for what felt like an eternity, watching as men fucked other men (and sometimes women) before they died. Sometimes the sex was passionate, sometimes it was lust for lust sake. Sometimes they were dying alone in a bed or an alleyway, sometimes they had a loved one there. It didn’t take Tim long to understand that he was watching the transmission of HIV/AIDS as it jumped from person to person. With each leap, he felt a connection grow, and grow and he saw more and more men succumb to the virus. He also noticed that as he got closer and closer to present day, he was seeing less and less of the men in their deathbeds yet he still felt that connection grow and grow. Then he understood the legacy that was being passed down from one man to the next and so on and so forth. From that couple making love on the beach, to the otter he last saw taking a raw cock in a porn theater what must have been hours before he had gone to sleep. He even saw Kevin (Paul) as he was being rammed by a black man with a 9” cock in his room in a bathhouse just before the man unleashed his viral seed inside of him. They were all now members of a fraternity of blood. Forever bound to one another for all of time. A bond never to be broken and a legacy of  all members that came before and after him. He even saw himself as Kevin (Paul) called him a faggot and dumped his unknown sickness inside him. He even saw the tear in his rectum that the sperm swam inside before being swept away into his bloodstream and bonding with his body’s DNA to start producing the young of that first couple on the beach (and probably even more before that.) He knew that he had been impregnated with the virus but instead of being frightened he was happy that he had been chosen to bear the legacy of the men that had come and cum before him. They were all brothers now and he knew that one day that he would bring a man of his own into the brotherhood with him. They would be bonded from the first time he took his seed inside his body until the day they died. They would never be alone.

 

When he woke up he remembered nothing of the dream, no one ever did. It always came the night the virus officially took over your system and left by the time you woke up. The legacy forever bonded to its host. The brotherhood forever joined and never forgotten even when not remembered.

[negchaserlooking]

Certainly different story line, are you hoping to develop it further @TexRanchKing?

[PozTalkAuthor]

Honestly I don't find anything "triggerable" here; it illustrates the fact that many people in years have died by AIDS after having unprotected sex! Then, to be all the way frank, I have to admit this matter of "legacy" has allowed me to embrace my status completely; being a piano player and loving to sing, it started when a lady unaware of my status, hearing me "don't stop me now" by Queen, commented "dude, it seems that Freddie lives in your blood!" I gave her the biggest smile ever! I'm connected to Freddie with no doubt 🦠☣️ 

...and also with John Holmes despite my penis isn't like his LOL!!! 

 

Anyway, talking seriously: don't remember if it was you, but, there was a story regarding a certain Cody policeman who got infected by two gifters (Bill and Jason) you suspended it when main character was in fuck flu with them assisting him, but it seemed you had to continue it as this Cody was gifting a 18-something boy called Tim... 

Am I wrong? Hopefully you complete it! And, sorry if it's the wrong author. 

[negchaserlooking]

15 minutes ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

Honestly I don't find anything "triggerable" here; it illustrates the fact that many people in years have died by AIDS after having unprotected sex! Then, to be all the way frank, I have to admit this matter of "legacy" has allowed me to embrace my status completely; being a piano player and loving to sing, it started when a lady unaware of my status, hearing me "don't stop me now" by Queen, commented "dude, it seems that Freddie lives in your blood!" I gave her the biggest smile ever! I'm connected to Freddie with no doubt 🦠☣️ 

...and also with John Holmes despite my penis isn't like his LOL!!! 

 

Anyway, talking seriously: don't remember if it was you, but, there was a story regarding a certain Cody policeman who got infected by two gifters (Bill and Jason) you suspended it when main character was in fuck flu with them assisting him, but it seemed you had to continue it as this Cody was gifting a 18-something boy called Tim... 

Am I wrong? Hopefully you complete it! And, sorry if it's the wrong author. 

Thank you and no I am not the author of that story, sorry

[PozTalkAuthor]

15 minutes ago, negchaserlooking said:

Thank you and no I am not the author of that story, sorry

 

Not you, it was to the original author of this post I was talking to @TexRanchKing - sorry for misunderstanding!

[viking8x6]

Unusual and interesting, and very well done. I appreciate the sense of continuity.

[PozBearWI]

I love this story - one which expresses the connectedness we share when we let it in.  @TexRanchKing you put together a well crafted story!  Thank you!!!!  For me this is definitely not "dark".  

Edited July 31, 2023 by JimInWisc