The Suburban in the Forest

[bentover4u1972]

"Get in."

I stared, frozen, at the twisted, sneering face of the man who just moments before had been my newfound friend and hiking partner. To my left stood the gaping maw of a rust- and moss-covered Chevy Suburban from the mid-1980s, its split tailgate opened to reveal a stained twin mattress nestled between the wheels. We were surrounded by forest with no one but the occasional squirrel or bird to witness what was happening.

Seeing my hesitation, he repeated himself. "Get the fuck in. Now. Or you'll regret it."

I took it as a threat, and I knew he had the power to make good on it. I'm a big guy, but at six-foot-eight and more than 370 pounds, Dan absolutely dwarfed me. Never mind the six other guys who had materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, as we approached the most secluded section of trail. Together, they had forced me into the brush. I estimated we had walked nearly two miles before entering this small clearing. How a Suburban came to be abandoned in such a remote spot, I cannot surmise. And even if I were so inclined, I had more important matters to occupy my thoughts.

"Help him out, boys."

Two of the men grabbed me from behind, each holding me by an arm as a third untied my hiking boots. I struggled, but he managed to get them both off my feet. He heaved them with all his might, each in a different direction, deep into the bushes. I felt the cold and wet seep through my heavy wool socks as my feet touched the ground.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Dan asked me, the sneer still on his face. He lifted his shirt and pulled down the front of his pants to reveal a biohazard tattoo on his abdomen, just above and to the left of his pubic area.

I had met Dan on a website for guys who enjoyed bareback sex, where there was a subset of guys who were, or desired to become, HIV positive. Our conversation had quickly skewed to poz and bug-chasing talk, which has become an area of deeper and deeper interest for me over the past several years. Over the course of our conversation, we had discovered that we had other things in common, too, and eventually decided to meet and go for a hike to see if we might hit it off sexually. But he had not disclosed to me that he was positive - in fact, his online profile clearly said 'Negative, on PrEP' - so when we connected at the trailhead, I thought I was meeting a fellow chaser.

The sight of the biohazard symbol both frightened and aroused me. As a bottom whose motto has been 'raw is law' for more than ten years (and whose online profiles all say 'Negative, on PrEP' even though I've never been on PrEP a day in my life), I was finally embracing the idea that it would eventually happen. I had always thought it would be on my terms - anonymously during one of my monthly cum dump sessions, for example - but it now appeared that it would happen on Dan's terms instead.

The guys holding me were insanely strong, keeping me immobilized despite my constant attempts to free myself. After my boots were off, my pants were roughly torn from my legs, pulling off one of my socks as they came off.  The guy undressing me threw them over his shoulder, into the wet grass. Then he reached for my underwear.

"Well, what do we have here!" he exclaimed. "Seems someone is a little turned on!"

I couldn't hide the fact that Dan's tattoo had awakened a primal urge within me. My cock had stiffened, standing at half-mast through my briefs.

"Let him go," Dan instructed the two guys holding me. They relaxed their grips.

"Take your underwear off," he said to me. I hesitated again.

"Do it."

Slowly, I peeled my briefs down my legs, finally kicking them off in the same direction as my pants. The mountain air was cold on my exposed skin, and I felt my hard-on begin to soften.

"Now get in the truck. On the mattress, on your stomach."

I looked around at the other guys, and saw that they were all undressing.

"What is this, some sort of gang bang?" I finally found my voice and addressed Dan.

"Something like that," he said with a grin. "You told me you're chasing the bug, well now the bug has caught you. Come on, get in. It's time for us to change your life."

My heart was in my throat at the prospect of what was about to happen, but slowly I turned and climbed into the back of the Suburban. The mattress smelled old and musty, and I realized the spots all over it were cum stains. No telling how many other men left their negative lives behind in the back of that truck.

I lay down on my stomach as instructed, crossing my hands beneath my cheek to keep my face off the nasty mattress. Immediately, I felt the truck squat on its suspension as one of the guys climbed in behind me. He roughly pushed my legs apart and then climbed on top of me.

"We don't use lube, by the way," Dan called from outside. "But once you have a load or two inside you, no one's gonna need it anyway."

I was grateful in that moment that I had been bottoming for as long as I had. My sphincter was naturally inclined to open for a hard cock, and I hadn't needed more than a little spit for years. The guy on my back spit on his hand, and his sleeve brushed my ass cheek as he wet his cock and lined it up with my hole. In a complete turnaround from just a few minutes before, I found myself breathless with anticipation. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and I opened easily as he pushed his way inside.

"Holy fuck!" he yelled back to the others. "This is one fine ass. You guys are all gonna love it!"

He was balls-deep, and just to show him what kind of a ride he was in for, I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft.

"Ooo, you're gonna make me cum quick," he said. "I guess you want this dirty load, huh?"

I gave in. I nodded and replied, "Yes."

"Fuck yeah," he said, as squeezed my shoulders and began rocking his hips. His shaft slid in and out of me without effort, and within just a few minutes he was panting in my ear.

"You want this poz load?" he asked gruffly.

"Give it to me," I grunted in response. It was only after the words had left my mouth that I recognized a plaintive tone in my voice. I really wanted his toxic load. As I squeezed tightly around his cock and felt it spasming as he came inside me, I was already hungry for the next cock.

At last, finished, he slid off me and climbed out of the truck. I felt the cold air on my ass again, but only for a moment. With a squeak of the old leaf springs, the next guy climbed in and on top of me to deposit his load. This cock was thicker than the first, and my hole felt full as he slid inside me to the hilt. He rocked his hips just as the first guy had, holding on to my shoulders as he worked his toxic load out of his balls.

"If his didn't take, mine sure will," he grunted in my ear. "My viral load is over 750,000."

"Fuuuuuuck," I moaned. "Give it to me, please!"

"Here it comes," he growled, and once again I felt the telltale spasms that told me he was unloading.

"Holy fuck!" he cried as he climbed off of me. "That is one amazing hole!"

"My turn," I heard another voice say. In no time a third cock was inside me. This one wasn't as thick, but it was long and it hit my prostate just right. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my own cock as he thrust deep over and over until he, too, filled my guts.

And so it went, with one guy replaced by the next until I had six loads of toxic cum mixing deep inside me. I no longer felt cold; the chill had been replaced by a warm glow of excitement at the prospect of finally converting.

"Saved the best for last," Dan said with a chuckle from outside the truck. The suspension sagged as he climbed in and positioned himself on top of me.

"I hope they got you stretched out for me," he said as he positioned his cock. He dropped his hips onto my ass, letting his weight drive his cock deep into my hole.

He was huge! My sphincter burned as it was stretched well beyond its normal tolerance. My hands instinctively reached out, grabbing the edges of that filthy mattress as I grunted and breathed deeply, trying to ease the pain.

And he wasn't just thick. He kept forcing his way inside me, to the point where I thought he would never stop. He pushed past my prostate and all the way to my second sphincter. Not satisfied with stopping there, he kept going, forcing that hole open, too. At last I felt his balls against mine.

"Take a second to acclimate," he said. "You're in for a real fucking now." He remained still for a few moments, letting me adjust to his length and girth. Just as I began to relax, he slid his cock ever so slightly out of me, then back in, easing me into what was sure to be a pounding.

And I was right. Each stroke was just a little longer than the last, until he had nearly completely withdrawn his cock before slamming it balls-deep once more. The pre-cum flowed freely from my cock, soaking the mattress beneath me as he drove that massive rod of meat into me over and over and over.

"Holy fuck!" I heard one of the other guys exclaim from outside, "Look at the cum running out of him!"

I could feel the other loads dripping down my balls and onto the mattress to mix with my pre-cum.

"Get some pics, boys," he shouted. "I'm gonna want to remember this hole!"

The pounding went on and on, much longer than any of the others had been. He seemed to be in no hurry to unload. I heard the clicks of cellphone cameras as Dan's friends took photos, evidence of my defilement. What they would do with them, I had no idea.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Dan growled in my ear. "Get ready, here comes my toxic load."

"Oh, fuck!" The words sprang involuntarily from my mouth. "Poz me!"

"Fuckin' right," he grunted. "Take it all."

With that he drove his cock balls-deep once more and lay still. My sphincter was ruined, and I had no way of squeezing my hole around that massive slab of meat, but I could feel the telltale pulses of his urethra pumping that creamy toxic load deep into my guts. He let out a howl, deep loud and primal.

"Yeah!" I heard several voices shout in unison.

"I gotta say, guys, you were right," Dan said to them as he slowly slid his cock from my destroyed hole. "That was one for the books."

I lay there in a fog, my face planted in that dirty, foul mattress, trying to recover my wits as well as my breath. After a few moments, I realized that I still had the edge of the mattress in a death grip. I relaxed my hand and slowly turned around.

The clearing was empty. They were gone. The seven of them had used me and then disappeared. I had no idea where I was, nor did I know where my boots were! I carefully slid out of the Suburban, the cold, wet grass greeting my feet. I collected my sock, then my underwear and pants, gingerly sliding them on. My ass was still on fire, and as I pulled on my pants I felt cum dribble into my underwear.

It took me nearly a half-hour to find my boots, and I knew that by the time I did Dan and his friends would be long gone. In looking for my boots, I had found a trampled spot of grass where they had exited the clearing - and presumably, where we had entered it. I stepped into the woods and followed what I hoped was the path we had taken from the trail. Thankfully, less than an hour later I was back on the trail and headed back to my car. My ass hurt with every step.

As I stepped out into the parking area at the trailhead, I saw that Dan's car was gone. The light was fading - had I taken much longer to get out of there, I might have had to spend the night in the woods. I got into my car and a sharp pain hit me as my ass touched the seat. No matter. I was safe, and eager to get home.

I spent much of the evening in a hot bath, soaking my poor wrecked asshole and trying to digest the events of the day. I felt oddly calm, given what Dan and his friends had done to me. The more I thought about it, the more I understood that Dan was, in his way, trying to give me what I had told him I wanted. Or rather, what I wanted.

Logging onto the bareback site after toweling off, I found a message waiting for me from Dan. It included a very hot picture of his massive cock impaling my hole, a stream of creamy white cum trailing down my balls and onto the mattress.

"No hard feelings, I hope," it began. "I've learned from experience that guys like you just need that last push into the life they dream about. My friends and I help make that happen. I wish you well. Now you can be happy. I'd love to hear when you find out your chasing days are over."

Just over two weeks later, I fell ill with a nasty flu that passed in just a few days. I promptly made an appointment with my doctor. I see him tomorrow; within a week or so, I should know if I'm embarking on that new life. Wish me luck!

[jagmanaz]

Amazing story, thanks for sharing this one

[cman54]

Yes a really good story. Sometimes guys just need that push to help them get it done. Good luck with the test results! Hopefully you got what you wanted.

[plisken]

auwww - nice way to go

[SubOhioBttm]

Great story! 

[floodedslut]

hunted and claimed 🥵☣️

[austin_submale]

Nice story!

 

[Erik62]

HOT🔥, HOT🔥, HOT🔥. I'm so totally ready for the next story or maybe expand on this one - Joining Dan's crew of Gift Givers & their ongoing quest as Gift Givers. Either way can't wait for more👍👍👍. 

[marriedsub]

Love your story!!!

[oinker]

A real turn on Hopeyou write again. Soon 

[kitpig]

Oh wow... I would love that treatment!

[Niceroundass]

Excellent Story...

Love stories like this, where it puts the reader right into it, with the details!!!

I can feel myself laying on that dirty mattress and accepting all those wonderful poz cocks!!!!

 

[JockstrapBottom]

Amazing story! There's an abandoned pickup truck at one of my favourite cruising spots. I love bending over the tailgate and waiting for guys to walk up and use me. Now I realize I need a mattress in the truckbed to really get things going!

[pozpopperpig]

Way fucking hot!  Hope you have another go at Dan and his huge cock!