But wait, There's more...

[Knockmeup770]

I’ve written several stories on here but they seem to have disappeared. Sad because I don’t have any copies. I’ve been lurking and reading for a bit and just haven’t found any good inspiration for anything new til now. Hopefully I can get this out as well as it plays in my head. While I work on the meat of the story I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let out a little teaser to get the ball rolling.

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I sat at the bar in The Stage Door, a bar in Tucker, GA waiting for my friend Arthur to come, I had so much to explain and confess to him. He was my therapist, not a real therapist but he was that friend I could tell anything to. He finally got there after I finished my first drink, so we ordered two more and made our way to the back corner where we would have some privacy so I could get this off my chest.

I had been dating a guy Randy for about four months when he confessed to me that he had broken up with his last boyfriend Paul after Paul had become HIV positive. This happened about a month before we got together.

I felt terrible for Paul, to be in a relationship with someone and then get dumped because of that. Sure it would be scary but I thought it was a shitty thing to do anyway. When I told Randy that, he got really defensive and offended and started saying things like, “he deserved it” and “had it coming” and “shouldn’t have been such a whore” and then finally “he knew he was getting it” and even “wanted it.”

Randy went on to explain...Paul had wanted to have other guys fuck him as well as Randy. Paul wanted to get breed and then Randy would breed him after. Randy agreed and Paul would invite guys over and they would all play together even DP Paul which Randy discovered he liked. Most guys did wear condoms but a few would agree to bareback. Paul really loved when they went raw.

One day a guy who wore a condom shot a huge load, it was impressive seeing it in the condom when he took it off. Paul grabbed the condom and worked it into his ass while the guy watched. The guys eyes were huge as he watched Paul finger the condom into his hole. When Paul saw him getting hard again he maneuvered himself so he could suck his cock while he worked the open end of the condom into his swollen hole. Randy grabbed the condom and held it up so the cum flowed down the condom and into Paul.

Randy had come home from work one day and two studs had Paul in a spit roast in the bedroom. That wouldn’t have been so bad but they wouldn’t let Randy play until after they left three hours later. Randy could hear balls slapping ass, name calling, and muffled moans and sometimes screams from Paul the whole time.

Occasionally he would pop his head into the room to make sure everything was ok. Each time the guys would tell Paul to tell his man to get out. Paul would then mumble something from under the cock that was currently in his mouth. Randy knew Paul was having fun so he grabbed a brown bottle and enjoyed the rush.

When the two guys finally left Paul lying in a bed soaked with sweet and cum, they walked through the living room after cleaning up and said to Paul on the way out, “We each gave him two toxic loads. Enjoy man, he’s all yours.”

“That’s so sick and twisted!,” my friend Arthur said when I stopped telling my story long enough to take a drink before all the ice in my rum and Coke melted.

“But wait, there’s more...”

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[Knockmeup770]

“Randy broke up with Paul because he was poz...BUT that’s not what happened!” I said

“What? You just said…” Arthur started to question me but I interrupted.

“A month ago, I met Paul at Burkhart’s..,” I began…

 

Randy and I had gone out after having dinner at some restaurant named after a cow or something, CowPoke or something...anyway, we were chatting and drinking and having a great time when Randy got called it to work. He left and I stayed to have a few more drink and I planned to get a ride home from friends I was bound to run into.

Paul approached me and asked about Randy and were we dating. I said yes and we started making small talk. Paul was cute but I could tell he was a bottom and was definitely not interested in me just as much as I was not interested in him. But still, you can never have enough friends. Eventually Paul confessed that he was Randy’s ex and wanted to warn me and tell me how and why they broke up.

At first I got really nervous because what kind of psycho would approach someone at the bar only to dis the person they had been with. It really freaked me out but I stayed calm and just listened to Paul explain.

They had been together for a month before Randy started asking about bringing other guys into the bedroom. Paul was ok with it and Randy began inviting other tops over as long as they wore condoms. That’s how they met Donnie.

Donnie was a 6’ adonis, very muscular jock type. Nice dick and a great chest. He knew what he liked and how he liked it. He was in his 40’s but still hot as hell and Paul loved sucking his cock. Donnie sat at the top of the bed and Paul eagerly downed his cock while Randy started eating Paul’s ass, something that Paul loved and Paul moaned over Donnie’s cock the whole time.

Donnie continually encouraged Paul with a barrage of “Damn that’s good,” “You’re great at that,” and “Damn you like dick.” He also berate Paul by calling him “another dumb-ass faggot.” All the while Treasure Island Media played on the TV.

Paul didn’t care he was in heaven, a cock in his throat and a tongue in his ass. What could be better he thought.

Randy then removed his tongue and went to the bedroom closet and brought out the bag. I know what’s in that bag. A mask, a few dildos, a butt plug, some other toys I can’t think of right now, a collection of little brown bottles, and a mask for those bottles. Paul's hard cock got a little harder because he liked those brown bottles.

Randy got a hell yeah from Donnie as he passed Donnie his own bottle. Randy took a sniff then attached one bottle to the mask and then did the same with another brand and then finally helped Paul put the mask on. And the euphoria began as Paul once again started sucking Donnie’s cock while Randy started fucking him.

Paul removed the mask when it got to be too much but occasionally Randy would ease his thrusts and Donnie would hold that bottle close to his cock so Paul could get another whiff. It didn’t take long before Randy started moaning that he was going to cum and did, planting a nice load deep in Paul. Randy came close so Paul could clean the cum from his cock and Donnie moved to take Randy’s place. Paul kept the bottle to Paul’s nose.

It took about five minutes till Paul realized that Donnie was not wearing a condom. When he made a mention to Randy about it, Donnie laughed and Randy just held the bottle under his nose again and said, “it’s ok,” “it’s fine.” Paul didn’t object after that, he just let it happen and enjoyed it.

Eventually Donnie dumped his load in Paul as well. Randy immediately moved behind Paul and inserted a butt plug from the bag into Paul's ass before Paul had a chance to move. Donnie once again presented his cock to Paul for cleaning before getting dressed and letting himself out. But not before laughing and calling Paul a stupid faggot once again.

Randy then moved in to kiss Paul and they started making out as Randy laid Paul back onto the bed. Paul was in heaven and at that time thought that Randy was the one and would have let him do anything. Randy removed the butt-plug and replaced it with the biggest dildo they had, Rocco Steel, and continued to fuck Paul. Slowly at first but then picking up pace. Paul kept the bottle and eventually he was begging for more as Randy rammed the dildo in and out of him.

Throughout the dildo fucking Randy continued to encourage Paul as well as degrade him, which Paul was coming to enjoy more and more. Paul indicated that he was getting close and Randy stepped it up a bit. The last thing Paul heard before he shot his load was Randy telling him that he was “a good boy for taking Donnie’s poz load” because Randy had always wanted to watch someone get pozzed.

Paul was furious and demanded to know why Randy would do that. Randy seemed indifferent, even proud that he had done it. Paul yelled at Randy for ten minutes he said until he came down a bit and it was then he realized he still had the dildo inside of him. He got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to clear himself but there was not much left it had all been churned and pushed deep inside of him. All he could do at that point was shower.

 

“Wow,” said Arthur and nothing else.

“When he got out of the shower Randy had gone somewhere so Paul dialed the local clinic but broke down halfway through dialing the number. He just went to bed but he did decide to end it with Randy.”

“I would to! To think someone would be that twisted.” Arthur said trying to find some reasoning behind this.

“But wait, there’s more...”