Pozzed on stage

[Tanbbottom]

What the fuck now,’ was the panicked thought running through my head. We had gone completely off script and I wasn’t supposed to learn that he had taken the risk of pozing me until I saw the very realistic biohazard tattoo the make-up department had put on the bear’s ass to wiggle at the audience. The other thought, ‘is his biohazard tattoo really a fake’. Both thoughts raced through my mind at lightning speed, but I knew I didn’t have time to dwell on them. I just returned to the script other than bewilderedly asking for confirmation when I did see his tattoo.

The script worked perfectly and was all the more powerful with my emotional uncertainty about what had just happened. The bear was far more convincing as well, and the dramatic start didn’t take away from the audience hanging on every word. We argued, we cried, we expressed our overwhelming attraction to each other and we went through the cycle again.

Act two began with us at an emergency clinic where I’m administered 'themorningaftertreatment'. Next scene has us back at my apartment and the bear making sexual moves on me. I’m like “Really? You just almost pozed me and you want me to give up my ass so soon?”

“Your protected now.” His words once again traveling to my core and causing me to melt.

We are soon both naked and the audience is once again seeing his huge bare member disappear up my ass. Lights fade to a black stage. The spot light comes up on a sign held out from the wings, “Four months later.”

Stage lights come back up. The bear has me bent over an ottoman and is unloading in my ass once again. Yes, literally breeding me again! He continues pounding me, urging me to jerk off. Okay, we’ve left the script again. I stroke, he pounds,  and soon I have one of the biggest longest orgasms of my life. My exhibitionist self is more than happy to receive the cheering.

We collapse on the couch and talk about how great we feel we are together. All the fucking hot sex we enjoy together and with others. We marvel at the the fact I’ve been taking his loads all this time, without protection, and I’ve stayed negative. We eventually make our way to bed, and again the stage fades to black.

New sign from the wings, “Next morning.”

Lights come up, we are still naked in bad. I’m sweating profusely. I’m clearly sick as a dog. Shortest closing scene in theatre history.

The ‘opening night after party’ was a blur for me. Everyone was full of praise for the bear and my performance. Especially our director. He kept picking up the tab for our booze and we were soon drunk. I wasn’t thinking clear enough now to even have my questions occur to me.

Second night I’m happy and excited to be naked back on stage. Our theatre space is sold out, standing room only. My co-lead doesn’t turn his back to the audience, so again my first move is to actually take his beautiful cock into my mouth for all to see. Cheering from the crowd.

When we get to the part where he is to fuck me again we are positioned for the crowd to see every detail. As his mushroom head is seeking to find my hole I stage whisper for only him to hear. “What? Are we doing this again? I thought it was just for opening night.”

“See this full theatre? Everyone one of these fags is here to watch me poz breed your neg hole. Do you want to disappoint them now?

No longer using stage whisper I call out, “Fuck me with your big raw cock daddy bear!”

As he’s pushing in the crowd goes wild with excitement and encouragement.

During the intermission the bear brought one of the other cast members and they pulled me aside. The bear was angry and wondered why I hadn’t cleaned out before the show. I didn’t know what he was talking about. The cast member took me off to a bathroom and taught me how to douche. Apparently I had just been lucky the first three times I got fucked

By the end of the night I am again hosting two of the bears loads deep in my ass, and I’ve shot off for everyone to see and enjoy.

The rest of the weeks performances go well. I’m getting two loads bred into me per show, and more people are cramming in and standing every night.

Week two of the run starts once again with a jammed packed enthusiastic crowd. By the end of the night my cohost is so delighted he invites me back to his place for ‘a drink’. I take this invitation literally and am shocked and amazed when the door is hardly closed and he has me bent against the wall, both our pants at our knees and his raw cock pounding away in my well lubricated ass.

The second night I knew what I was in for. Any moral compass I used to have about casual sex had completely evaporated. I ended the week having taken the 10 show loads and about 12 after show loads. This bear was insatiable!

I didn't have a show the next day so accompanied the bear and a friend of his to a restaurant. During the meal the bear was extremely flirty with our sexy waiter. The waiter was flirting with all of us. While handing his credit card back to the bear the waiter said; "My shift is finished and hubby is home,  meet me in the back alley in 5."

When the bear left our table his friend asked;

“So do you want to order another drink, or come back to my place. I vote for my place.”

“What about your friend?”

“Oh those two will be a while I can assure you.”

“OK I guess it’s drinks at your place.” I knew he had not invited me for drinks.

The moment the elevator door closed as we left the restaurant our tongues were down each other’s throats. In the elevator in his building we actually started tearing each other’s clothes off. We were barely decent as we stumbled to his door past an elderly neighbour.

She called him by name, gave a knowing wink and wished us both a very good night.

As he slipped the rest of the way out of his jeans I saw it. A big scorpion tattoo on the left side of his lower abdomen. I wasn’t sure why it filled me with dread but I remained calm enough to ask him about the tattoo.

“My scorpion? You are straight aren’t you?”        …. To be continued…

 

 

[austin_submale]

That's a really awesome bit of writing there!  Very creative and great dialog.

 

[Mvillebottom]

Damn I’m loving this story!!  It has me horny and wanting lots of bare cock in my hole.

[gingerdaddyG]

Getting pozzed with an audience - fantastic! 🐷💦☣️

[PULLOUTPUSHINN]

NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL/HOTTTERRR in the world .....

THAN GAY RAW UNPROTECTED FLUID EXCHANGING SEXXX!!!🌈☣🐖➿💘🔄

[BBArchangel]

Ah, I wonder if the Strasbourg Methodod covered this?  I played Horatio once and did have sex with Hamlet. Just not on stage. That would have been hot!

[Tanbbottom]

“Fuck man! You’re poz?”

“Yup, poz and very, very toxic.”

“Fuck no! And you brought me here to try and fuck me bareback?”

“I’m going to fuck you raw and paint your guts with my toxic load.”

“Asshole, no you are not. We can fuck alright, in fact that’s what I came for, but you are going to wear a condom.”

He laughed; “Bud, I don’t even have a condom in my place. Did you bring one?”

Dejected I responded, “No” and began to pull my pants back on. I didn’t even look for my underwear, I just needed out of this place.

“Where do you think you are going?” a slight bit of anger in his voice.

“Home”

“Why?”

“Cause there’s not going to be any fucking going on here tonight.”

“But why not?”

“You are poz and toxic. Did you think I’d let your scorpion sting me? What the fuck?”

“But you take two loads every night on stage, and I know you’ve been going back to his place for more. You’ve already taken more than two dozen toxic loads in the last two weeks. Why not take mine?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you ever check his ass tattoo. It’s not drawn on there by the makeup department, it’s for real.”

The blood froze throughout my body.

“But how could you know? You don’t know he’s poz and toxic.”

“I fuckin well do, who do you think pozed me about a month ago?”

“I don’t believe you. He’s kind, he wouldn’t do that to either of us,”

“Don’t be so naïve. Surely you suspected something when at the last moment your production left the legit theatre and relocated to the basement below a sex shop, which itself is below a gay bathhouse. No legit theatre would allow unsimulated sex on their stage, let alone where a known poz porn actor was going to infect a neg bottom. Everybody, all the other actors, the techies, the director …. Everyone is in on this.”

“I don’t believe you, I just don’t.” I was pulling on my shirt as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.

“Hey friend. How was your back ally shag? … yeah …. Nice … Did he know you were poz breeding him? … yeah? … did he beg for it?  …. Fuckin hot man.  … no way! Chaser hun! Fucking twisted! But so was I.… un hun. Look can you swing by here? …. Your co-lead came home with me and is freaked out by my scorpion tattoo”

He arrived 20 minutes later. Most of which his friend spent trying to seduce me into his bed. Poor sod couldn’t seem to take ‘NO’.

I was livid with my bear co-star, cursing, swearing, crying, calling him every nasty evil name that I could think of. I was desperately hoping he would deny everything his twisted friend was trying to tell me. He admitted that he was indeed poz and highly toxic. He had pozed his friend and about seven other guys. Rather than apologize he told me that I was already infected. How could I not be he reasoned. I’d been taking his loads for two weeks. He’d been scratching my gut walls before breeding me at his apartment. I was livid, cursing, swearing, I found even more vile names to call him and his mother for bringing him into the world. He still insisted I was already HIV positive and should let his friend shag me. In fact he was there now and so why didn’t I let both of them have at my ass. It’s like neither of them were hearing a word I had to say.

I finally just left. Hailed a cab and got to my hotel as fast as I could.

A cute young dimple cheeked man got on the elevator with me. I tried to avert my eyes from his gaze. I didn’t want him to see I’d been crying, I didn’t want him to know I was upset. But he kept his gaze on me and slowly moved in closer and closer. When my shoulders started to shake and the tears began to flow like a river he just wrapped his arms around me and held me. No words, he just held me. My sobbing stopped as the doors opened for his floor. He gently drew me out of the elevator and backed me up against a wall. He leaned in placing his sweet lips on mine.

Suddenly I pulled away and asked the most foolish question since he had already been kissing me; “Can I kiss you?”

He grinded, “Yeah”

I took his cute dimpled cheeks into my hands, pulled him in and landed a lip lock on his mouth, my tongue darting for his tonsils.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Yeah”

“Can I fuck you?”

“I thought you’d never ask” he answered smiling broadly.

He started leading me toward his room, I guess, but I had another idea.

“In the stair well, I want to fuck you in the stair well.”

“Um, yeah, I guess so.”

As soon as the stairwell door closed he dropped his jeans and leaned with his hands against the wall presenting me his ass. Nothing was said about protection or lube so I just spit on my hand a few times lubricating his ass and my raw cock. I held a hand over his mouth as I brutally rammed into his tender ass. When his muffled scream subsided and I remover my hand he told me;

“Fuck me, pound me deep, I love your fuckin raw cock up my hole. Give it to me.”

I was pounding away; “I don’t’ think I’ll last very long ….”

“I don’t care, just breed me, cum in my ass.”

My cum canon was blasting before he finished his sentence.

When I caught my breath, and my cock slipped out of his hole he said;

“That was fucking awesome, thanks. Now come back to my room.”

In his room he opened his bar fridge and poured us three shooters each.

“First toast is to our mutal animalistic attraction …. Second toast is for the fuckin fantastic breeding you just gave me in the stair well …. Third toast is to anticipate the load I’m going to suck out of your ass before I fuck you silly.”

We quickly downed the shooters  He proceeded to rip both our clothes off and push me onto the bed on my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. In no time he was sucking my co-star’s cum out of my hole. And the next thing I knew his nice sized cock was buried in me balls deep. He leaned over to kiss me and feed me some of the cum he had just harvested from my ass. It tasted like ambrosia,  heavenly,  cum and ass juices,  who knew?

I decided not to say anything and just enjoy the ride. This didn’t keep me from groaning out my intense pleasure. He took this as permission to piston me without mercy and he was soon unloading deep in my ass.

After an extremely short breather I noticed his cock was still in me and just as hard, or harder than ever. With a question in my eyes I looked deep into his. He just smiled, and nodded, and resumed the fuck.

I couldn’t hold back, “Holy Shit”

“Yup, I’ve got about three more in me and we’re not done ‘til they are in you.”

It took him about 20 minutes to orgasm the second time, and about an hour for the third. Every load painting my intestinal organs.

That’s when we took a break and started talking. Pillow talk. I found myself confessing I might have pozed him in the stairwell. He was none pulsed admitting he knew. He had known I was carrying a load for him to feltch from my ass because he had seen me bred earlier in the evening on stage. He knew the bear as a porn star that couldn’t get work in the porn industry because of his status. He had almost spontaneously cum in his pants he was so turned on seeing the bears biohazard tattoo flex as he unloaded in my ass bareback on stage. He knew who I was and had rushed to get on the elevator alone with me.

“You knew who I was and you still agreed to let me fuck and breed you? Are you already poz?”

“No sir, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have give me the gift.”

“Well, I’ve not been tested. We don’t know for sure I’m poz.”

I stayed the night and kept being wakened by his manhood pushing at my ass. After three more loads I fell in to such a deep sleep.

… to be continued

 

 

 

 

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

Yuuuuummmmmm Fucking hot!  Love to see more!

 

[PozBearWI]

Bravo!  So well done!!!!

[austin_submale]

Wow!  I love where this is going!

 

[PozTalkAuthor]

I love it too, waiting for more! I bet he wakes up with fuck flu...

[rublthlad]

What a powerful story, terrific and so beautiful 

[bbackme]

Can't wait for more to this story!

[Tanbbottom]

I awoke the next more feeling worse than I had ever felt in my entire life. My side of the bed was soaked and the sweat was rolling off me like a mountain stream.

My cute prince was very attentive to my every need. He had room service change the bed and washed me down with a sponge bath.

When we had the room to ourselves again he removed his clothes and cuddled up beside my sweltering body. I could see he was getting hard again and prayed he didn’t want to fuck me. Soon his mouth was on my cock and to my surprise it was responding. ‘Where was this energy coming from?’ When my cock was both slobbery wet and good and hard he straddled me and aimed my ragging boner at his rear entrance. Facing me he took the lead in riding my raw knob. His eyes looked into mine and just kept inviting me. He didn’t say a word but I could hear those eyes saying; ‘Yes, Yes’; I could hear them begging ‘Yes! Yes!’ When my breathing became ragged, which didn’t take long, he nodded his head three times. I knew he wanted every drop of my toxin planted as deep in him as I could. And I had no energy to stop myself from blasting away before I passed out.

The next five days were a blur as I drifted in and out of consciousness. A rotation of people seemed to be providing my care. Sometimes the young dimple cheeked man, sometimes my bear co-lead and infector, and other times even our director.

Surprisingly my dreams were not all nightmares. Some were, with people trying to kill me, that sort of thing. But a significant number were actually very pleasant and many of those were incredibly erotic, as in sexually explicit. I was naked in all these dreams and often having incredible sex with many men; always bareback and always in front of crowds of enthusiastic people. A deep conviction was solidifying deep inside me; I was born to be a sexual exhibitionist.

By day six I was beginning to feel a little better but still to weak to spend much time out of bed. I had lots of time alone, and lots of time to think. I was a bit horrified as I remembered the stairwell sex. I knowingly initiated raw sex and bred the young stranger even though I was pretty certain I would be painting his vulnerable insides with this disease. What kind of monster had I become? I had to remind myself that he took full responsibility and practically raped a load out of me when he was sure I was shooting toxic bullets.

On day seven of my recovery the bear came to visit. He brought with him another actor who had enthusiastically stepped in to paly my role. The show had only been dark and missed two performances two nights before this new guy felt ready to stand in. The bear and the new guy assured me the show wasn’t as good, everyone in the production was highly anticipating my recovery and return to drawing standing room only cheering crowds.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You expect me to work with you after what you’ve done to me.”

“Your poz now, what’s the big deal with coming back to the show?” asked the bear nonchalantly.

“I can’t begin to draw the crowds you have” from the other actor.

“Fucking unbelievable. Can you even hear yourselves? You tricked me into this, and I’m going to have to live with it for the rest of my life.”  

The bear; “Yeah! It’s fucking hot. You’ll never need to worry about it again. You can get fucked by any guy you want and never have to worry about him pozing you. What’s not to like?”

“I’m not gay man! I don’t live for guys to fuck me!"

“You could have fooled me. Seems you to grew to enjoy my raw dagger fucking you.”

“That was my role asshole!”

“What about those nights you came home with me?”

“What the fuck, you took him home?” the other actor protested.

“Get off my case, you know I fucked you and your two roommates two nights ago” the bear retorted. “And you” looking to me, “You knew what my friend took you back to his place for until you got all high and huffy about his scorpion tattoo. You may claim to be straight, but admit it, you like it up the ass and you love it raw.”

I remembered my dreams and I couldn’t argue.

“So how soon ‘til you’re back on stage with me?”

“Fuck, you are so self centred and arrogant! I hate you!”

“I could care less. Go ahead and hate me, just get back on stage and let me keep breeding your ass. It’s a good gig for both of us.”

There was a knock at my door and the other actor ushered in my friend from the stairwell fuck. He came by to see if I was feeling strong enough to ’knocking him up’ again.

The bear; “So when did you fuck this cute young specimen?”

Me, a little shamed faced; “After I stormed out of your scorpion friend’s place.”

“Tell me again how straight you are. So high and mighty.  What hypocrisy. Ready to gift and infect a guy that you just met. Straight my ass!”

“Yeah, and don’t forget you fucked me the next morning when we knew you were sick. Fuck man, I loved that!”

My replacement actor, “Oh man, I fuckin love sex with poz men. I get so funkin excited, ‘maybe this’ll be the time it takes’. Fuckin love the adrenaline rush!”

The bear started unbuttoning his shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

As he was opening his jeans, “Well, I’m getting undressed so you can recharge my poz ass partner.”

The other two were already down to their designer underwear.

I wanted to but couldn’t miss that I was quickly getting hard.

“I’m so going to lay a hate fuck onto your sorry ass!”

He was already naked and bent over the end of the bed; “You sure better, and don’t even think about using any lube!”

 

 

 

 

 

[gingerdaddyG]

19 minutes ago, Tanbbottom said:

Yeah! It’s fucking hot. You’ll never need to worry about it again. You can get fucked by any guy you want and never have to worry about him pozing you. What’s not to like?”

Must be sooooo good! 😈🐷☣️