The Bareback Chronicles

[kspozcum]

So, as hinted before, this is a new story idea I have for the site. Each week, the top choice from the comments section will be the top of the next short story. I'll be shooting for an update every Wednesday, as time permits with my other stories, life, and other things I have going on behind the scenes. Suggestions are also always welcomed, and may end up in the choices for updates in the following weeks.

As an added bonus, I'll be trying to add some AI artwork of the main character of each chapter. As always, comments are always welcome.

Otherwise, enjoy!

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Fellow Hunters on the Prowl

“30 bucks kid,” the bald man at the window said, looking up from his book as Tristan stepped up to it. Silently, he slid the money across the counter and under the scratched up plexiglass partition of the seedy bathhouse. Looking over at the bowl of condoms, the man grabbed the money, putting it into the dingy looking cash register.

“Feel free to help yourself,” the bald man said, barely making eye contact as he picked back up the book, “Guys here tend to be carrying all sorts of shit. They like eating guys like you alive.”

A threadbare towel and grungy key on a chain were passed through, which Tristan quickly grabbed.

Ignoring the bowl, he waited for the man to hit the buzzer so he could enter. At 20, Tristan knew he was a hot piece of ass... in fact, he was counting on it. Shoulder length blonde hair, clean shaven, pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes, he’d been told plenty of times he looked like a model.

“I’m good, gonna let me in or not?” Tristan asked, annoyed, ready to get inside and enjoy his night. With a sigh, the man reached under the counter, pressing the buzzer and letting Tristan in.

It had started 2 years ago, shortly after his 18th birthday when his brother’s college friend drunkly entered his bedroom late one night, the two having previously hit up multiple bars in a pub crawl. Tristan had known he was gay for years, and through a random set of circumstances, he would finally get to feel another man use his body, much like the countless pornos Tristan had shot his load to.

He’d enjoyed every minute, feeling the hot tongue moving around in his mouth, the rough pulling down of his boxer as the older boy had spit on his hand and slathered up his hole. No mentions of condoms had ever been made, and through the night his brother’s friend had fucked his ass hard, depositing several loads before sneaking back out of his room.

It was a few weeks later when he’d noticed the itch and burning feeling in his ass, green puss leaking from his ass, when he finally decided to go to the free health clinic. A swab in his hole and urine sample later, the clinic had diagnosed him with gono. For some reason, he felt turned on by the diagnosis, and after a deep dive into the internet, Tristan has discovered he was a bug chaser.

 

Countless stories of men getting infected caused him to want the same, and on his 19th birthday, he’d made a decision. Every month, he’d go out and willing let anyone and everyone have a turn in his hole. The last few times had proven a bust, as the most he had gotten in the last year was another case of gono and surprisingly, lice.

 

Frustrated at his lack of success, he’d decided to do his research and finally decided on the dingy bathhouse he was currently in. Rumors on the internet said that it was a breeding ground for all sorts of bugs, with one guy saying he’d been unlucky enough to get multiple diseases in one go. Reading that had made Tristan shoot a huge load, and he’d decided that his decision had been made.

 

The door slammed shut, its lock clicking in place as Tristan looked around. Clearly the place had seen better days, as the shabby carpet on the ground had dark stains on the ground, and the air had slightly smoky aspect. As he walked, he could hear a few muffled moans and the slapping of skin on skin, the thin walls barely masking anything.

 

Finally, he reached the lockers, looking at the number on the key under the buzzing florescent lights. Finding the matching locker,, he quickly stripped naked, making sure to adjust the bottle of poppers hanging on a chain around his neck, pressing down on the spring-loaded stopper and putting each tip to his nose, sniffing deeply a few times. The buzz of the poppers quickly reached his head, giving him a pleasant flush feeling. He then tucked the poor excuse of a towel around his slender hips and began to walk around.

 

He made a quick loop around, catching the attention of the few men there. Tristan mentally reassured himself, the night was still young, and there would likely be more men later.

 

He finally decided on the steam room, sitting down and relaxing in the hot humid room, feeling himself instant break out in a sweat. He leaned back and spread his legs, looking around the room. A tall skinnier man with copious body hair sat in the corner, leaning his head back with his legs spread and eyes closed. Another man quickly entered, heavier set with a large, grey bushy beard and multiple tattoos across his body. The only description that came to mind was “bear” in Tristan’s mind.

 

Boldly, the bear took a seat next to Tristan, occasionally adjusting himself under the too small towel for his larger frame. Tristan sat patiently, slowly rubbing a hand negligently across his chest and down his trim, muscled stomach. He’d told himself that he would take any and all advances tonight, but it had to be from guys who made the first move.

 

Cautiously, the bear finally let his thigh rest against Tristan’s. Noticing he hadn’t moved away, the older man took it as an open invitation and grabbed Tristan’s hand, lifting the towel up and setting it on a rather decent sized 7 inch dick, more on the girthy side.

 

Slowly, Tristan began to stroke it, enjoying the feeling of the foreskin moving back and forth as it hardened. He felt as the bear slowly lifted my towel up as well, feeling my much longer but thinner 8.5 inch dick.

 

“Packing some heat there boy,” he said, slowly giving it a few tugs, firmly moved his hand away, as I continued to work his.

 

“Only interested in getting fucked,” Tristan said firmly, giving his cock a firm squeeze, “Want to breed me?”

 

“Fuck yeah,” the man said, living the back of my towel and looking at my ass. Slowly the younger man stood up and shuffled over, letting him put his hands on the trim waist and guided him down onto his waiting dick, now throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

 

Grabbing the bottle of poppers, he took a few hits before letting his weight down on the man’s lap, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out, thankful to have prelubricated before hand.

 

The bear quickly pulled his ass down hard, fully sheathing his cock inside Tristan’s guts in one firm motion. He let out a deep groan, enjoying the feeling as man slowly lifted him back up and off his dick, slowly setting up a ryhthm to the fucking.

 

“You neg, boy,” he asked, slightly out of breath as he firmly worked Tristan up and down on his cock like a toy.

 

“Yeah man, how about you,” the younger man groaned, enjoying the hard pounding he was giving him as he continued, “No loads refused here.”

 

“No clue,” he replied, his meaty and now sweaty hands gripping tightly, “Part of the fun coming to a bathhouse, ain’t it? Getting fuckin’ close bro. Dick has been kinda irritated lately though, so who knows.”

 

“Fuck yeah, give it to me,” Tristen moaned, ready for what would be the first of many unknown loads of the night.

 

“Here is comes,” the man growled as he began to unload deep inside Tristan, finally pulling him down hard onto his lap to plant it even deeper.

 

“Yeah… breed the cunt,” the man across from them now watching them with anticipation and he slowly jerked his long thin cock, the piercing on the tip glinting in the dim light of the steam room, “Mind if I have a turn?”

 

Tristan nodded, smiling as he slowly picked himself up off the bear’s cock.

 

“Thanks for the load, man,” Tristan said, watching as the bear slowly wiped the remains of his load off the tip of his dick. The man gave a slightly pained nod, the tip still sensitive.

 

Quickly, Tristan walked across the small space, quickly letting the new man position his dick into place and pulling Tristan down on it.

 

“Fuck yeah, love sloppy seconds,” the new man said, as the bear slowly got up and stood in front of Tristan.

 

Reaching down, the bear’s meaty thumb pulled down Tristan’s bottom lip as he aimed the head of his cock at his face.

 

Opening his mouth, Tristan felt as the bear began to piss in it. Not missing a beat, he leaned forward and clamped his mouth down, greedily gulping down the strong, hot, bitter and salty liquid.

 

“Fuck yeah, you’re a nasty pig, aren't you,” the skinny man fucking his ass said, fucking his ass with gusto at the perverted sight.

 

“Yeah man, gulp down that hot smoker man piss,” the bear said, as he let his bladder loose, watching as Tristan slowly began to struggle gulping the massive amount down.

 

Finally the stream slowed down to barely a trickle, and the bear pulled out, shaking the remainder on Tristan’s face.

 

“Fuck, can’t wait to tell everyone about you, pig,” he said, grabbing his towel and emptying the room.

 

“Fuck yeah man, hot watching you gulp down that piss while I fuck you,” the skinny man said, pushing Tristan forward and getting into a standing position. The man then bent him over, taking long hard strokes.

 

“You seriously taking any loads man.” he asked, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of Tristan’s hips.

 

“Yeah man. Why, you got something special for me,” he countered, enjoying the fuck and the feeling of his stomach being bloated on piss.

 

“Poz load brewing in these nuts here,” the man said, his legs shaking at the strain of fucking so hard, “Unmedicated and highly toxic.”

 

“Oh fuck yes,” Tristen moaned, “I want that fucking load in my guts, sir.”

 

The man nodded, silently fucking him until he suddenly let out a gasp, letting his cock freely spew its venom deep in Tristan’s guts.

 

The too stood there in silence, both breathing hard before the otter pulled out, sitting back on the tiled seat and grabbing a towel, rubbing it on his face.

 

“You looking to get knocked up,” the man said tossing the towel at Tristan, “I’m Brent, by the way.”

 

“Tristan, and looking to get any infection I can,” he replied, sitting beside him catching his breath.

 

“Fuck yeah man, love getting with a fellow chaser,” Brent replied, grinning at Tristan, “Want some help tonight? Never seen you around here before, and I know all the really toxic guys.”

 

“Hell yeah, I want to walk out of here with everything I can,” Tristan said, grinning back.

 

“Come with me,” Brent said, getting back up and grabbing Tristan’s hand, “I got a room. I’ll find you all the bugs you can get.”

 

Smiling, Tristan grabbed his discarded towel and followed, ready for the night ahead.

 

———

 

Laying down ass up on the dirty mattress in the room, Tristan laid there and began to slowly work his fingers into the loose, slimy mess slowly seeping out of his hole. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he stick the fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and enjoying the taste of his ass mixed with the two loads.

 

Quickly enough, Brent returned with a bald, skinny man, his skin sagging slightly, giving him a mostly wasted look.

 

“He’s wanting the dirtiest loads we can give him,” Brent explained, as he got on the bed and spread his legs, giving access to his cock and balls. Tristan greedily began to suck the cock, feeling as the man wordlessly entered his ass.

 

The skinny body draped over him, the man’s hips digging into his firm round ass as the man slammed hard inside him, letting out a shaky moan as he got closer and closer.

 

“Tell Tristan here what’s going inside him,” Brent said, suddenly grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting up, blowing a cloud of smoke in Tristan’s face.

 

“Got myself a med resistant strain of AIDS, man,” the older guy said, his voice rattling with phlegm as he spoke, “Doc said I also got Hep C. Been so fucking sick lately and finally felt good enough to come tonight. Glad I did. Rare fucking treat getting to shoot my death seed in a hot hole.”

 

Tristan groaned around Brent’s cock, the sickly man groaning as he began to shoot inside him. It took all of his willpower not to shoot with him as he imagined the deathly ill man’s seed soaking into his guts, the virus quickly taking root and spreading like wildfire in his veins.

 

The man’s hips slowly stopped twitching, and he pulled his cock out with a plop, the tainted cum drooling down Tristan’s balls.

 

“That’s for taking my load,” the man said, wiping his dick along Tristan’s ass before getting back up and walking out without another word.

 

Pulling is cock out of Tristan’s mouth, Brent looked down at him and smiled, blew more smoke in his  face.

 

“How was that, fucker?” he said, watching as Tristan pulled out one of the cigarettes from his pack and lighting up, rolling over onto his back.

 

Normally, he only smoked when he was out drinking with friends, but after the amazing fuck he’d just had, he decided now was a good time as any for one.

 

“Fuck yeah,” Tristan groaned, watching the smoke escape from his lungs, “This is what I’ve been needing. So fucking hot knowing that any load I get here tonight could be the one man.”

 

“Trust me, I know,” Brent chuckled, his lips pursed as he blew out his smoke, “How long you been chasing, bro?”

 

“Little over a year,” Tristan began to explain, playing with the smoke as he began to retell his journey to Brent, going into detail of each load he’d taken that he could remember.

 

“Damn that’s hot,” Brent said, tossing the spent butt in the corner of the room, “Hearing all that makes me want to join in the fun. I’m gonna go find us both some more toxic loads. Feel free to help yourself to the pack.”

 

———

 

Several hours later, Brent and Tristan decided to call it quits, each losing count as load after load was shot into each of them. Eventually the number of guys dwindled down to nearly nothing, and the two decided to go back to the locker room for a quick shower before changing back into their clothes.

 

In the shower, Brent found a large plug abandoned in the corner and showed it to Tristan, with only a brief nod, the two quickly worked the plug deep inside Tristan, locking the countless loads of tainted cum deep inside, quickly followed by Brent procuring one as well from his locker.

 

After a quick exchange of phone numbers, the two separated, going in different directions into the weak morning light.

Edited 10 hours ago by kspozcum

[kspozcum]

Choices for Story #2:

A) Purchased for a Night

B) Keeping It In the Family

C) Cottaging for Beginners

D) Orders from the Boss

[hirondelle75]

Amazing start! D) Orders from the Boss, please!

[open4all2cum]

A

[DutchGuy1977]

B, keeping it in the family 💪

[mpig29]

A

[J-raw]

B, keeping it in the family. You wrote an excellent story!