I was young, age 23, cute, 5'8", furry and preppy looking with brown hair, hazel eyes, a seven inch cut cock and a bubble butt. And I loved sex. My boyfriend and I had been together for three years and were monogamous. We fucked any and every where we could. We knew about HIV/AIDS. We both tested regularly even though we only fucked each other, bareback, of course. Walking around with my bf’s load in my hole was amazing. He was a stud. 24, 5'11" 175" smooth and athletic. Hung and hooded. Blond and blue. I bone up thinking about him even after all these years. We were committed to each other. At least I wanted to be. I mean to be. Thought I would always be.
I was working for DHHS when ‘He’ walked into my office on a July afternoon in Dallas. He was sweating after a 30 minute bus ride from the Cedar Springs neighborhood. Now, our catchment area included what was then the gay ghetto. Bars, gay businesses, restaurants and Chris was a new client. He was nice looking. Built like my bf. Dirty blond with grey eyes. A huge bulge in his tattered jeans. And he was obviously ill. Beginning to look wasted, kinda pale, the fire in his eyes fading. He came into my office to apply for assistance. He had AIDS. He couldn’t work. I reached out to shake his hand and holy fuck I wanted him….bad. I don’t know why. Maybe it was his lost puppy vibe or his grey eyes or that bulge in his pants. Or maybe it was the bug. Maybe it was that he had AIDS. My cock rose in my pants as my hand touched his. Lust rose up in me. Inside I was freaking out. I was turned on by some hottie with AIDS. But I composed myself and got down to business. That helped. My lust subsided. I did my interview, had him sign the right forms and scheduled his next appointment, which would be a home visit. Giving him a cab voucher, I showed him out
Back at my desk I got back to work. But he kept coming to mind. That smooth chest, that bulge, those grey eyes, that whatever it was that made him so fucking hot. I kept boning up. reaching down and adjusting my hard-on. All afternoon it was hard and semi-hard, hard and semi-hard. Leaking pre-cum. I’m surprised it didn’t look like I pissed myself. I got home that evening. My bf was working late. So I jumped in the shower. As soon as the water hit me, the image of the client popped up in my mind. I was so fucking horned thinking about him. In my mind I was slowly unbuttoning his shirt knowing that his body was full of deadly virus. Opening it up. Licking his smooth chest and biting his nips. He was moaning softly. Encouraging me. “Yeah, baby. Suck my nips, you got me so hard. I want you baby. Want your sweet ass.” I was licking further down, His belly. Tonguing his navel. Starting down that happy trail to….
Shit. I turned around and flipped on the cold water. The guy had AIDS. What was I thinking? I knew the score. There was no real treatment back then. There was AZT, and there were also some new experimental drugs, some of which involved massive doses of antibiotics and blood transfusions, but more than not, back then it was still considered a death sentence to come up poz. And I was insanely hot for this guy. Monogamous me. My bf might have due home anytime but there I was fantasizing about having sex with a guy with AIDS. My cock was rock hard. Even with the cold water running on me. I just couldn’t stop myself. An image of Chris’ bulge fixed in my mind, I grabbed my cock and stroked once, twice, three times and bam! I spewed a huge load all over the shower wall, groaning Chris’ name as I came. Shot after shot. All I could think was 'I want Chris. I want his cock. His cum. His cum in me’. And the thought also flashed in my brain 'I want his AIDS’. Instinctively I put my cummy hand to my mouth as the last shudders of my orgasm racked my body. As I licked my own cum the thought flashed again: 'I want his AIDS’.
I fell back against the shower wall and slid down. Freaked the fuck out. What the hell was I thinking? And why the hell was I still hard? I just sat there for awhile, the cold water running over me until I heard my bf come in. I wouldn’t tell him about this. I couldn’t tell him. What a freak I was. That night I slipped inside him while he slept, gently fucking him awake. I love his smooth fuckhole, still I was thinking about Chris as I filled my beautiful man with seed. We fell asleep again. The thoughts of Chris dulled over the next few days. I had almost forgotten him until some three weeks later I looked at my schedule where I read 'Chris H, Home visit’. Shit. My cock started growing.
So Chris and his bulge and his hot body had faded into the background. I hadn’t forgotten the encounter. I had just been able to gain enough distance to be rational. My lust for him in the moment was just a fluke…just some chemistry and his looks. Sure I still boned up a little thinking of him but it wasn’t like the first few days. The constant boner, the jacking off then fucking my bf, then jacking off again. It was almost three weeks later and I had returned to some semblance of normal. I just told myself that saying “I want his AIDS” was just a weird one-off moment of crazy lust. No HIV for this puppy. Just my bf and I happily ever after. Then on a Friday I checked my schedule for the following week like I always do. There it was. His name. On Thursday’s schedule. “Chris S. 2pm. Home visit.”
An utterly strange sensation ran up my spine. I just stared at the appointment. I felt as if a veil dropped over my brain. Blood rushed to my head, to my cock, my balls drew up. “Chris S, 2pm, HOME VISIT.” Home visit. With him. Just him. In his apartment. With 2 hours set aside for paperwork and benefits review that would take maybe an hour. No return to the office after. Just him and those grey eyes and that bulge. I was barely breathing. His image rose up in my mind and my cock throbbed in my pants, pushed painfully against my tighty whities. Just him and his virus.
Shit, I thought. “Fuck” I said. Then “fuccccckk” I moaned and dropped my head to the desk and my hand to my crotch. My bf was out of town that day too. He wouldn’t be back till midday Friday.
I shook my head. “Get a grip.” I muttered. I closed my calendar and went out to the smoking area. I didn’t smoke but it was time to start. The only person there was Stennette, a supervisor. I bummed a butt from her. She told me I looked whiter than usual and laughed. Dubbed out her smoke and went inside. I stood there. In that little courtyard. Secluded, out of anyone’s view and smoked. Deep. I started to relax and sat on a bench.
My hand went instinctively to my crotch. I was still boned. I rubbed it hard. Moaned quietly. I don’t know why, but I rubbed it again and allowed Chris’s image to rise in my mind. I was stroking it now. Picking up on the fantasy from that first day I met Chris. Imagining myself licking his chest lower and lower as I unbuttoned his shirt. My tongue rasping across the small lesions between his pecs. Tongue fucking his navel as I reached for his belt and slipped it open.
“Yes, baby.” has was saying, “Yes baby. It wants you. You want it. Take it in your mouth baby.” In my mind I had opened his fly and shifted his ratty jeans down his hips. His cock tented his boxers. So hard. I could feel it through the material. Precum spotted the boxers.
“Take it baby. It wants you.” His hand was one the back of my head. Gentle pressure. He wasn’t forcing. I grabbed his cock through the fly of his boxers. My mouth watered. I didn’t need to be forced.
The image was too much. The lust over-road the fantasy andmy cock exploded in my pants. I just kept stroking and rubbing. Lying back on the bench as my cock pulsed and pulsed filling my pants with cum. A dark wet semen stain spreading across my crotch. Spurt after spurt of young sweet uninfected semen. I was moaning…loud. I didn’t care. I was lost in the fantasy. “fuuuucckkk…” I moaned “fucking want it. I want it so bad. I want that virus, the death-cock” as the last spurts of cum filled my pants.
The orgasm was subsiding. I shuddered. I sighed and reached into my pants scooping up cum and bringing it to my mouth. Licking my fingers I muttered “Chris’s jizz.”
I must have dozed a little. The screech of the inner door to the smoke break area brought me back with a start. In an instant I knew what I looked like. I sat up, grabbed an abandoned McDonald’s soda cup and as a couple of people pushed open the door I “accidentally spilled the old lukewarm, ash-filled soda onto my crotch.
“Shit. What the fuck.” I said standing and heading for the door. The two smokers just laughed. I laughed back and headed to the Men’s. As I tried cleaning myself and letting the hand dryer get dry up the worst of the “spill.” I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t freaking out. Wasn’t really thinking of my bf. Only of Chris. Only of the orgasm that stained my pants.
I looked long and hard at myself in the mirror. “You are so fucked.” I whispered. I went home that night and raped my bf as soon as he walked in the door. He loved it. So did I. All I could see was Chris’s cock as I spewed my load in my bf’s hole.
The rest of the day was a blur. My cock stayed hard. It was all I could do to focus on the few clients that came in. Every time I shifted my cock rubbed up against my briefs and sent a wave of pleasure through me. I slipped away half way through the afternoon and sat in the stall in the men’s room. I gave myself over to the fantasy again. I swear I could almost taste Chris’s cock. I shot a load into my hand, licked it up and went back to my desk.
At home later that evening, I grabbed my bf as soon as he was through the door. “I want you here…now” I growled in his ear. The lights were out. I slipped my hand into the back of his pants and my tongue into his mouth. He dropped his bag and slipped his pants open. I spun him around, pushed him up against the wall and buried my cock into his tight ass in one long stroke. He yelled, “Stop, it’s too dry that hurts.” I just put my hand over his mouth, bit his shoulder and got my nut deep as I could get. All the while the words “I want to give you AIDS” kept going round and round in my mind.
I stayed buried in him. His breathing became regular and he relaxed back into me as I nibbled his neck and ears. “Fuck baby that was so hot.” he panted and pointed at the wall in front of him. His load was dripping down the wall. I reached out and scooped some up. He licked it off my fingers and we kissed.
The weekend came and went so fast. I spent the days out doing errands with my bf and fucking him in every place we could find. The changing room at A&F, the restroom at the park where we jog together. I gave him a blow job driving around on Sunday afternoon.
All the while I was thinking about Chris and his toxic cock. I imagined fucking AIDS cum into my bf. I imagined swallowing Chris’s load as my bf spewed down my throat. I fantasized about it so much I almost called my bf Chris as I loaded his hole on Sunday night as he was bent over the railing at a public scenic overlook. By the time Monday rolled around I was de-sensitized to the fear of Chris’s disease. I wasn’t quite to the point I wanted it but I was no longer freaking out. I was stone cold about it in a way. It felt irresistible. It felt like my destiny.
I decided that if I was doing this I was going in with my eyes wide open. Tuesday I met with a doctor I had been introduced to a few months back. He was perfectly at ease talking about gay sex and men and HIV/AIDS. He was totally non-judgmental. He gave me all the gory details of HIV infection and AIDS. He showed me pictures of opportunistic infections eating guys up from the inside. Wednesday I met him at an AIDS Hospice and met some guys who were in various stages of dying. The doc joked and flirted with them. He was awesome.
I met Henry, he was 30 and covered with KS lesions. Otherwise he was pretty hot looking guy. Still muscled and beautiful. There was Stan, 16, couldn’t breathe very well. He was battling PCP for the first time. It was touch and go for him. His dick was huge and perfectly shaped and as I shook his hand it started swelling. I wanted to grab it and jerk it.
I spent some time talking to a therapist at the hospice. I told him what I could without letting him know Chris was a client. It was all kinda vague. The therapist let me in on a little secret. There were a lot of guys who craved a load of HIV up their ass. They confessed to him in detail about how they wanted the virus to invade their bodies, take them over. How they wanted to use their infected cocks to spread the disease to hot bois, straight married guys on the DL and random trade at parks, bars and tearooms. The therapist was like the doc, very cool about it. What’s more he admitted to having the same desire.
We were alone in his office. Doc had left to finish his rounds at the hospital and the therapist and I were alone together. He was boned hard and a spot was forming in his pants where his precum was leaking. He shifted. He apologized. Said something about being unprofessional.
“I don’t care,” I told him, “I looks like you got a great cock.” He laughed and pushed it down. “Can I ask you something?” I said.
“Sure. You’re not my client so it’s OK to talk a little more freely. Ask what you want. If it’s over the line I’ll tell you,” he replied.
“Did you ever do it? Get fucked by a guy with AIDS?”
He looked at me deeply and took a breath. His cock pulse visibly in his pants and the stain got even bigger.
“Yes.” he said, “Yes I did. Once.”
“Fuck.” I whispered, my cock stretching against the zipper my jeans. “I mean did you know beforehand? Did you want it?”
“Yes, I wanted it so bad.”
“And was it …. I don’t know….good?”
“It was the best fuck I ever had in my life. It almost cost me my license but it was so worth It.” he said launching into a short version. “His name was Ben. We have been talking in here for about two months. He was going downhill. Fast. I was attracted to his beautiful body since the day he walked into my office. His was a real life English schoolboy with thick black hair, deep brown eyes, a smooth hairless torso and a fat uncut dick. And he had AIDS.” He grabbed his cock. “One afternoon late, he was my last client and it just happened. I had been jerking off to fantasies and his cock in me for weeks. Somehow it just happened. Our eyes locked and I told him ‘I want you in me.’ He said he wanted me too. We fucked then and there. On that sofa you’re sitting on. I moaned like a cheap whore as he unleashed a huge load of cum in my ass. And I shot like I had never shot before.” He was rubbing his dick steadily now.
I just reached over and grabbed his hand. “I’m not your client.” I said and dropped to my knees in front of him, fished out his cock and licked it base to tip. Looking up at him, his eyes were glazed over with lust. “Did it take?” I asked “Are you positive?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I covered his dripping dick with my mouth and it slid deep into my throat. I worked it up and down. Licked it all over. Pulled out his balls and suckled them then took his cock all the way to the root as he moaned and his cock started pulsing just directly into my throat. What a fucking whore I was being but I loved it. I had never cheated before but here I was on my knees eating load from a hot guy who just told me he had been fucked by a guy with AIDS and I loved it. I wanted it.
I nursed him down from his orgasm gently sucking and nibbling the head of his cock. Licking up the last drops of cum that seeped from it. He finally sighed, “the answer to your question is no, it didn’t take.” He looked a little disappointed. He reached down and stroked my face. “That was a beautiful head job. But I have another client in 10 minutes.”
I laughed a little and smiled. “Maybe we should do this again?”
“Maybe…maybe” he said, “And about this guy you want who has AIDS, I won’t tell you to do it, just be ready. Once you take it without rubbers from a guy like that….or hell, any random guy…you’ll never use rubbers again.”
He showed me out. I ducked into a restroom and jerked off still tasting his jizz in my mouth. I dropped my load into my hand and ate it. I headed home hornier than ever but with a level head and a clear choice in front of me.
I left the hospice the taste of the therapist’s cum and my own cum still fresh in my mouth. I was already boning up again. I learned so much about HIV/AIDS and knew what it looked like to waste away, be wracked with infection, to die. I saw it. Even saw a guy only w few hours away from death. I saw it. I smelled it. Touched it. HIV was … is deadly…but I was still hard. Still aroused beyond reason. All I could think about for the first 15 minutes of the drive home was an AIDS cock sliding deep into my body, feeling it bottom out in my guts, feeling the rocking rhythm of a top fucking me deep and raw, feeling that bliss as his cock rubbed across my prostate pushing me closer and closer to an internal orgasm. I wanted it. And now I knew what I was asking for. And I knew that if I did this it was the end of my relationship. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow but soon enough. Maybe not until I had infected my beautiful man.
I shuddered at my own thoughts. It was decision time. Calm, dispassionate decision time. I would have the next 48 hours to myself. My boyfriend would be leaving shortly after I got home for a business meeting out of town. I wanted him. Craved him at that moment. I also hoped he’d taste the cum in my mouth. That he’d give himself to me before he left. One more innocent, healthy, uninfected fuck. I was almost home. I knew deep down inside what I would do tomorrow after taking care of business with Chris. I wasn’t quite ready to admit it but I knew.
I pulled into the drive to find my boyfriend loading up his car with a box of files and his bag for the trip. He was so hot. Board shorts, tight T. Beautiful ass. He smiled and I melted inside. It didn’t matter that I’d just sucked off a stranger, that I’d cheated. I didn’t care. I just wanted him. Wanted to lick his smooth sweet flesh from neck to balls, to suck his cock deeply, to slide my dripping bone deep into his high tight ass and fuck him. Hard, brutally. Full of lust and thoughts of giving him AIDS.
I drove up into the garage and he followed me.
“Hay babe!” he smiled and pulled me into a full body hug. “I’m so glad you got here before I left. I’ll barely make it to the first meeting on time but I could'n’t leave without telling you goodbye. Love you babe” He kissed me so deeply. My cock throbbed in my pants. Precum gushed out. I kissed him back, slipped my hands into his shorts.
“No babe,” he laughed pushing back,“no time for that. You’ll just have to jack it later thinking about the fucking you gave me this morning. I’ll see you late Friday.”
He kissed me again and we embraced. I smiled at him as he jumped into the car and drive away. I loved him. I really loved him. His body, his smile, everything about him. Smell, sense of humor, his intensity and his willingness to do almost anything at least once. I moaned as the garage down rolled down. I moaned and opened my pants. Stripped them off. Stripped off my shirt. Lay back on the hood of the car and went back to that morning fuck. His tight hole gripping my cock, his smooth slick walls. the ecstasy of bodies and tongues entwined as we came together. Me deep inside his body. Him all over his pecs and neck. I kissed up his cum. Fed it to him as my cock spasmed its last few drops into his body. “I love you” he’d whispered.
Fuck. I had cum so hard it was all over the hood of the car. I licked it off my hand. Licked it off the hood of the car before I washed it down. Grabbed my pants and started inside. I stopped in the doorway and looked back thinking about our lovemaking, “Sorry, baby.” I whispered, “I just can’t say 'no’ to it.” I flipped off the light in the garage and closed the door.
I stepped into the kitchen from the garage, tossed my pants and shirt into the laundry room. Stripped off my t and briefs as well. I strode through the house naked. Feeling alive, confident. The air felt like thousands of tiny fingers caressing my flesh. I was so aroused. So full of lust. Need. A fire smoldered in my belly. I let it burn. Wanted it to burn. Prayed to whatever dark forces would come to my aid and stoke the fire. The craving for it. The need for Virus.
I went into the bathroom and cranked up the shower. As the shower was heating up I grabbed my client list. It wasn’t unusual to call the evening before to confirm an appointment. I had one appointment. Chris. I dialed him up. Standing there in the hallway of my house naked, boned and dripping. The phone rang. Once, twice. “Hey.” The voice on the other end answered. I immediately, instinctively grabbed by cock.
“Hi Chris, just calling to confirm our home visit tomorrow at 2… It’s Matt from DHHS.” I heard club music in the background. Voices.
“Oh., yea, I’m ready for you.” he answered. My cock throbbed at the phrase “ready for you.” I wanted it to mean what I thought it meant. That he knew I craved him. Craved his seed. “I got a few questions.”
“Ok.” I answered taking a long stroke on my cock, then placing my foot on the chair next to the phone table, running my hand down into my ass. “I’ll be sure to give you whatever you need…” my fingers slipped into my hole “for answers. Whatever you need.” My voice cracked.
“Sounds like you got a party going there.” I said hoarsely finger fucking my dry hole, my cock drooling onto the floor. My breathing was getting ragged and stroking rhythmic. I was closing in on an orgasm listening to Chris’s voice. Feeling like climbing through the phone into his body.
“Yea, partying while I can. You know how it is….AIDS and all.” He laughed a little. His voice lowered. “I’m guessing you got something going yourself there right now. Your breathing and the grunts are giving you away, dude.”
I flushed. Sputtered. Cum dribbled from my dick head.
“It’s OK dude. I seen how you looked at me. I know you want me…” I moaned loud. “Yea faggit, you want me.” he sneered. “I got four friends here right now, all infected and we got a young stud like you tied down in the bedroom. We’re gonna go fuck him. All of us. Give him our AIDS cum. Make him ours.”
I moaned so loud and cum starting streaming from my cock.
“That’s right boy. Cum. Spew that clean precious seed cause tomorrow, if you got the guts to come here, we’re gonna give you what you want. Say it faggit.”
“I want your AIDS cum, Chris. I need it.” I came hard, fast. Cum everywhere. The table. The floor. All over my hand. I could hardly breathe. The line went dead.
I slumped to the floor. No more doubt. If I really wanted, I could get the virus I craved so badly. I rolled onto my stomach and started licking up my cum. I never showered. Just shut the water off, took a couple big slugs of Jack and fell asleep on the sofa sticky with cum and still hard. I dreamed I was drowning and ecstatic. I came again in the night.
I woke the next morning feeling dehydrated and kinda tired. But still hard. Still fucking hard. I may be young but since I met Chris it never really goes down. I smelled like cum and sweat and liquor. Like fucking lust. I laid there on the sofa. Played with my 7" bone. it curved gently upward, the cut shaft smooth and hard. The glans flared gracefully and tapered to a nice round head. Precum glistened on the tip. I scooped it up and coated my lips with it. It had little taste but the texture was smooth, glassy. I knew from experience that it made the best lube. I found myself hoping Chris precummed a lot. My cock throbbed at the thought and more liquid oozed from my cockhead. I scooped it up and coated my ass lips with it then sucked my middle finger to get it wet. I slid that finger into my hole. Deep. Wiggled it around. Massaged my internal g-spot. Chris’s voice rose in my mind “That’s right boy. Cum. Spew that clean precious seed cause tomorrow, if you got the guts to come here, we’re gonna give you what you want.” Fuck. I had to stop. Just the thought and the finger in my hole pushed me to the brink of orgasm. A jet of cum landed on my hand. I savored the taste and swallowed.
I wondered if Chris’s friends would be there. If they would tie me to the bed like they did to the boy Chris said they were infecting last night. Would I get high with them first? I knew I’d do poppers. Love the little brown bottle. But nothing else for me. I want to do this eyes-wide open. I want my young tight hole filled with AIDS while I beg for it. I wanted to be looking into those gray eyes, my hands grabbing his ass pulling him in deeper.
I let go of my cock watching a drop of precum slide down the head and slip onto the shaft. I wasn’t gonna cum this morning. I wasn’t going to take the chance I’d lose my horny edge. I hoisted myself off the sofa and headed to the shower. I cleaned myself and douched deep. I’d skipped supper last night I got nice and cleaned out. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom and I toweled off. My BF and I had put it up so we could watch ourselves fucking in the shower. We had some hot times watching ourselves. I looked my body over. The set of my eyes, my lips that turned up at the corner, my liquid brown eyes. My defined pecs covered with a dusting of light brown fur. The gentle V of the torso sloping down to my cock. My flat tummy. Legs shapely and strong. I thought about the body infected with HIV. I thought about it carrying Chris’s seed. I imagined fucking my boyfriend in the coming weeks not knowing whether I was infected or not. My fantasies expanded.
Married guys hit on me a lot. I had always refused them even though some were smoking hot. I refused them because I was faithful to my man. A good boy. But as I stood there looking at my body, looking at my throbbing cock, I vowed to fuck the married guys. Fuck them all. Use my innocent good looks and youth to put them off guard. To fuck them raw and fill them with AIDS babies. To make them pregnant with my virus just like Chris was going to make me pregnant with his.
In my room, our room, I put on my favorite jockstrap and slipped on a pair of tight khakis and a fitted polo shirt. I grabbed a protein shake and slipped a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle into my briefcase. I was ready to go. I stopped in the door to the garage and looked back into the house. I thought about my BF, our life together, the beautiful sex we shared. “Bye baby,” I whispered and closed the door. I backed out of the driveway and headed off to work. Not looking back. My cock twisted up and hard in my jock strap. It was time to give up my soul to lust and desire. Time to sacrifice love on the altar of unbridled fucking and disease. I was on my way to AIDS.
The morning went by slowly. I saw three clients, which helped. But every unoccupied moment was consumed with the thought of what was coming. The pouch of my jockstrap was moist with precum. I had to piss midmorning and it took forever. My cock popped out of my fly rock hard and I pissed all over the place. I don’t really remember what I was thinking, All I remember was the constant throb of my cock, the near continuous stream of precum, and a gut desire for AIDS cum. Chris’s AIDS cum. And that’s what it was - AIDS cum. Chris was no longer just a guy living with HIV. He was a full-blown, headed for death sooner than later, person with AIDS. The mere thought made my cock throb and my gut churn. It was all I could do not to wank a load out in the toilet. But I didn’t want to diminish this lust. I had no desire to lighten the darkness that had invaded my being. I wanted this lust, this craving for seed, this unbridled need for HIV. And I had no doubt that after today, whether I ended up positive or not, I was destined to be driven by one thing - sex, cock, ass, semen, men of all ages and types. Sex anywhere and everywhere with anyone who would fuck me or I could fuck. I wanted college boys in restrooms, men in locker rooms, strangers in cruise parks, toilets, porno shops and baths.
I did an intake with a decent looking Hispanic man, maybe 28, his wife and new baby with him. I fantasized about fucking him on my desk. Fantasized about filling him with demonseed and taking his sweet hetero cum in my own body. Converting his clean, sweet, innocent body into a vehicle of death. First him, then he would spread it to his wife, his friends, some random strangers in the parks. God, I needed to fuck, to be death-fucked and soon. And I would be.
The clock hit noon and I hit the door. Lunch would be another douche and a protein shake. I still wasn’t going to touch my dick. I finished my final prep and my work prep for the meeting (though I doubted there would be any work done) and it was 1:30. I headed to Chris’s apartment. Headed into my destiny. Shaking with lust and anticipation. Fantasizing again. This time about my beautiful husband. Fantasizing about his tight beautiful body, his full sensual lips, his hard cock and tight hole. I fantasized about my cock sliding into him slowly, slick with precum and disease. Slowly into his body as he kisses me and licks my chest. Slowly bottoming out as he throws back his head and moans loudly, “I love you baby. Love you. Fill me with you.” Not knowing I am murdering him, liberating him with every deep cruel thrust. Fucking him wildly my hands around his throat, squeezing until he struggles. Letting him breathe again and beg for me. Beg for my cock. Beg for my seed. Begging in his blissful trust and ignorance for HIV to spew from my body into his clean battered hole.
Fuck!. I had to stop. I was gonna make myself cum without even touching myself. Worse, I was gonna run my car into a telephone pole I was so distracted. I flipped on the radio and opened the windows. I listened to some Baptist preacher yammer on about hell and salvation. I didn’t care. It was something to take my thoughts somewhere other than Chris and my christening into the brotherhood of AIDS. I wanted the preacher’s hell if it got me what I wanted - total abandonment to fucking and lust and base carnal desire. I pulled into the parking lot at Chris’s place just in time to see a wasted looking skaterpunk entering the door of his apartment. I knew then I was doomed and would be the hole and vessel for Chris and his friends. I parked, smiled and breathed deep. Stepped out of the car adjusting my hard cock and leaving the paperwork on the front seat. I headed to Chris’s door with nothing but lust and greed for cum searing my soul.
I was so ready, wanted, no, craved Chris’s AIDS. My eyes never leaving his door as I approached it. My feet, for some reason seeming to hardly move, like walking through deep sand. I was almost in another world, my mind focused on just one thing and one thing only, CHRIS’S COCK AND HIS AIDS CUM. My breathing was uneven as I neared his door. I was almost gasping from the effort to get there. My mind, still screaming at me to run away, but I was not heeding it. I wanted that diseased cock in me, destroying my hole and filling me with his death seed, his highly toxic AIDS cum. Infusing my whole body with it and making me a killing machine, too. I could even picture my sweet wonderful bf, taking my cock and cum deep in his torn up hole. He would not even know what I was doing till long after it was done, after I had filled him over and over with Chris’s AIDS in me entering him.
Finally, I made it to the door. It seemed like the walk from my car had taken an hour. I think I was still putting it off, even knowing I was not going to stop until my ass was full of hot toxic cum. As I reached out to ring the bell, the door swung open and the punk I has seen entering as I arrived was coming out. He smirked at me and then said, “You must be the entertainment Chris has been talking about all night long?” He looked me up and down, leering and licking his lips. He said, “Go on in. Chris is almost in a frenzy worried that you might chicken out. I have to go run an errand, but I’ll be back in a little while to fuck that sweet ass, too. I love infecting cute little twinks like you and making them into AIDS whores.”
He headed down the street, then, and I stepped into the apartment. I turned and closed the door on more than the outside, closed my past safe life and was now entering into what I knew would be my complete and utter degradation and new life of AIDS.
I turned around and immediately was grabbed in a bear hug by Chris. He was naked and I could see almost every bone in him standing out from his gauntness as he stepped back to look me up and down. He nodded and said, “I worried but not much, as I knew you could not resist my AIDS cock and cum. I knew it was in your head and calling you here from the first time we met.” I could not even speak as I knew my voice would squeak. He then told me, “Get those clothes off and let’s get to it. You know you don’t want to wait. You hear my AIDS cum calling in your head to come and get it.”
I just started taking my clothes off right there. As I was he went on, “I see you didn’t even bring any of that damn paperwork in with you. We can take care of that later. I want your cute ass right now, before anyone else gets here and, yes, I asked my 4 buddies to come over and we are all going to fill you full to overflowing with our nice beautiful AIDS cum. When you leave today, you will be infected, just like you want and crave.” My cock was almost ready to burst as he talked. By the time all my clothes were off and in a pile on the floor, my cock was stiffer than I think it had ever been.
Chris grabbed me in another bear hug. For a guy who looked so thin and wasted I was surprised at his strength. He practically dragged me to his bedroom, even though he didn’t have to as I would have run there or even crawled to get there. His fantastic looking cock was all I could look at and I could hear it calling for my ass in my head. I wanted it, my ass is yours, fill me full of your toxic AIDS cum, I felt like screaming. Then we were next to the bed and it was time for my undoing, forever. It was tIme for me to become a total AIDS breeding zone.
Now that the time was here, I hesitated slightly, and Chris, surprisingly, gently said, “It is time. You know you want it and need it, but I won’t force you. Just look me in the eyes and tell me, yes or no. If no, I will give you one minute to get your things and leave, but there will never be another chance with me. If, yes, then I am going to fuck you and pummel your ass hard with my big cock, till your ass bleeds and then I will dump my AIDS cum deep in you and infect you forever. Then, when my friends get here, I will fuck you again and each of them is going to fuck you, too, and we will cuff you to the bed and fill you the rest of the day and all night long before we free you and let you go. You will be ours forever then and there will be little doubt that you will get HIV and I hope it becomes AIDS, and you spread my virus to others.”
I turned towards him and looked deep into his beautiful gray eyes. I could see the hurt, the pain, the anguish and the need and lust there. I was drawn in. I already knew my answer and had known since we first met. I could not stop now, the need was too great, I could stop the sun coming easier I think. I nodded to him and whispered, “I want your AIDS. I need your AIDS. Fuck me and infect me and tear my ass up good. Make sure I leave fully converted. I want to spread it.”
As I finished talking, Chris leaned into me and actually very gently kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth. I was almost startled by the softness of his kiss. I just felt myself floating away and wanting not only his AIDS but for him to make love to me. Chris was going surprisingly slow and easy and we kissed and made out for a good 15 minutes. He was then lowering down onto the bed. As we laid down he was tweaking my nipples and then his hand went lower and soon had ahold of my steel hard cock. I was writhing with the need already, my cock leaking precum like a faucet. He stroked my cock slowly and gently and then kneaded my balls.
In just a few minutes I was almost ready to burst and cum and then his hand pulled one of my legs up and over him and his hand went down and his fingers caressed the crack of my ass. My cock was throbbing and bouncing on my stomach. Then ever so slow I felt a pressure as one of his fingers started to probe my hole. It entered a little at a time until I could tell he was to the second knuckly and then he twirled it around and around opening me up. Very quickly then I felt another finger enter and around it went and then another, until he had 4 fingers in me an making ever wider circles.
I was becoming frantic with the need to be fucked soon. He was hitting my prostate and the tingle from that was crazy. Then he pulled his fingers back, no, he dragged his fingers back and I felt his fingernails as they tore at my lining of my ass. My eyes snapped wide open and a scream of pain started to come out, but he smothered it with his mouth. He drove his fingers into e and drug them out roughly and I could feel my insides being ripped up. He leaned back and was learing at me and said, “You didn’t think it was all going to be pleasure for you, did you? I have to make sure there is a really good path for my AIDS cum to get into you all the way.” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hurt so bad I had to cry.
Then without any more preamble or lube, he climbed on me, lifted my legs high over his shoulders and rammed his huge cock deep into my ass in one thrust. It hurt so bad I could not even scream, only lay there is shock as he bottomed out in my hole and I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks. Chris leaned back and grinned at me as he started to slow stroke his cock in and out of me. He said, “wow, I didn’t realize your hole would be this tight. It feels amazing but I won’t last long this first time, but it will loosen up by the time we are through.” He then started going faster and faster and harder and harder. The pain disappeared and I found myself almost hysterical with pleasure. I was going to get what I had come for, what I had craved, what I needed now more than life itself. I was moaning and chanting, more, more, harder, harder, give me your AIDS CUM! "Hurry, give it to me, “ I was yelling.
He was pile driving my ass now. Every stroke massive and wonderful. I had to have it soon. He then leaned down and kissed me one more time. Then leaning into it, he yelled, "Here it comes! I am giving you my AIDS CUM deep in your hole!” He rammed his cock deep one more time and I could feel it pulse as he emptied his balls into my hole and into my soul. My own cock erupted just a split second after his and I drove my ass at him as hard as I could. I was getting AIDS and was reborn.
Chris kept his still hard cock deep In me, grinding his cum ever deeper into me and making sure not one drop was going to get out of before it was absorbed into my being. I laid there gasping and pushing my ass against him to help. It was the greatest sex I had ever had. My mind was screaming at me, telling me what the hell are you doing, but I pushed that aside knowing I had what I had craved. I knew I was getting AIDS cum and wanted more. I wanted to make sure I got it, I wanted it more now than ever. It was a fantastic feeling of power.
In a few minutes, Chris started to pull back and I wrapped my legs around him tightly, not wanting him out of me. He leaned back and whispered for me to let up a little as he wasn’t going to pull out, just start to fuck me again. We both grinned at each other like kids in a candy store and I eased up and he was soon pounding my hole again with a vengeance. Every stroke hurt and felt marvelous at the same time. My ass seemed to grip his cock tighter and tighter, not wanting to let it out at all. He was destroying my will and the walls of my ass with every stroke. I was holding onto him with my hands almost in a death lock. We stared into each others eyes the whole time. It was crazy hot and my very being was on fire with need.
In about 15 minutes of this, Chris was tensing up more and his movements were getting more erratic and I knew he was getting close to giving me another dose of his AIDS cum. He finally jabbed hard into me about 5 or 6 more times and was yelling that here it comes again. Out lips came together and we both moaned into the others mouths as stream after stream of his toxic cum spewed into my torn apart hole. I felt myself cumming again also. Then he was grinding his cock into me hard and deep. I just knew I was already infected and nothing was going to stop it. I was going to get HIV and let it grow to AIDS and then I was going to start spreading it for sure.
We laid there covered in sweat and my cum. My mind in a whirl, now that I had done it. What the hell was I doing. Why did I need it so bad? What was driving to this destruction? Then, my mind turned to my beautiful boyfriend. My wonderful love of my life, so sweet, so innocent, so soon to get my new found toxic cum as I bred him over and over until he converted, too, and not knowing it was coming. Would be stay together or would he hate me and throw me out. I wanted him forever, but I wanted the toxic cum more.
My mind was frantic with the need. There came a knock on the door and Chris got up to go answer it, I already knew it would be his friends coming to fuck me and infect me with their toxic cum and my cock stiffened up again with the thought. More AIDS cum for my needy hole. My hardon was throbbing in anticipation already. I was ready.
The idea of AIDS cum had me in its grip and I needed more. My ass was full already but I wanted it overflowing. This absolutely crazy and crazed feeling in me to be converted and now I had crossed the line and it had started. All I could think was it was nuts but I needed it. My ass was on fire and tingling with the need for more highly toxic cum to infiltrate my entire being
Chris came back in the room and he had 3 other guys with him. They were all already naked and the front two looked as badly wasted as Chris if not more so. I could not see the one in the rear as Crhis and 2 of his buddies were blocking the view too much but I just knew the back on had to look like the others. They all were stroking their cocks to hardness getting ready to fuck my sore hole and give me more of their AIDS cum and I could only smile and lick my lips in anticipation of more disease. I knew it was going to be a long afternoon and into the night of me being fucked over and over again.
Chis grinned at me and said, “are you ready for more? These guys are ready and can hardly wait to destroy your hole more.” I nodded eagerly and spread my legs. One of the guys climbed on my chest and stuck his cock in my mouth and a second one raised my legs up and drove his cock home in one stoke. I groaned in my experience and start to suck hard on the cock in my mouth while thrusting my ass back hard on every instroke of the guy fucking my ass. I was getting what I needed and how.
Both guys went from 0 to faster than lightning in no time and were not just fucking my mouth and ass, but pounding them mercilessly. My mind just went blank from the overload of sex. In about 15 minutes the guy in my ass started to jackhammer even harder, if that was possible, and was almost yelling that he was cumming and giving me his highly toxic gift. He groaned and growled and I could feel his cock pumping a lot of cum into me. As he finished, the guy I was sucking slid down, pulling his cock from my mouth and dropping between my legs and then rammed his cock deep into me. I was ready to scream it was so hot.
In another 10 minutes he leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips and then almost whispered, “Yeah, here it comes, take my AIDS load NOW.” He yelled the last word as he slammed his cock home and unloaded his cum in me as deep as he could. He kept on grinding and pulsing for a good minute or two before collapsing on me with a contented sigh. As he was resting a moment, I was trying to see by him as it sounded like someone else was being fucked behind him. How weird I thought.
I could not wipe the smile from my face. I had gotten what I came for. I was going to get AIDS and the thought was so hoti, my own cock was still hard as steel. OMG This was way the hell hotter than I had even imagined it was going to be. Then it came through to me, again, someone else was being fucked. I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock slamming into someone and the groans of pleasure the guys were making and the sounds of two bodies slapping together, apparently on the instroke of the top.
I kind of leaned up a little to see, but was at a bad angle and could only see what appeared to be Chris’ back side and he was fucking some lucky guy good. I figured it must still be the kid they had all fucked from last night, getting another load of cum in him. They both were moaning and groaning and it was from pleasure. What a pounding that guy was getting. I knew just what he was feeling. I still don’t know why it was so hot, but I wanted it and now I needed even more.
I laid back down to contemplate how this had started. I had met Chris and for some reason, after finding out he had AIDS, had found it so hot I could not keep it out of my mind. I had masturbated many times since meeting him and could not top thinking about him fucking me and giving me his toxic cum. All this while loving my boyfriend deeply. I had no idea why I found it so intoxicating, but it had invaded my very being with the need for it. My boyfriend going out of town on business made it that much easier for me to keep this meeting with Chris. Now I had his cum and that of his friends in my hole and was probably on my way to getting AIDS myself now.
I now had to find a way to tell my love about it. I could almost hear him crying, now. I just knew it was going to break his heart as he loved me with his entire body and sole and now I had betrayed him to pursue becoming a toxic AIDS whore, basically. I just knew it was going to go badly and along with the crying there would be a lot of screaming and yelling. I was really sad for that part, but was happy that I was on my way to becoming toxic myself.
As I was thinking these things, I became aware that Chris was now almost yelling. He was telling the guy he was fucking how much toxic cum he was going to dump in his ass. Then I heard him say he was cumming hard now and the guy under him screamed and was crying. Hey, that sounded almost familiar?
I tried to see around Chris, but from where I was laying I could not see around him. All I could see of the other guy was his feet and legs dangling over Chris’ shoulders. The only sounds now coming from over there was Chris, almost crooning, to the guy that he had a wonderful tight hole. He also told him he loved that he had taken his nice hot toxic load and he had planted it as deep in him as he could and was sure it would take this time since the last time hadn’t. WOW, the guy had already been bred before but hadn’t taken. I hoped my loads did though. I wanted it more than ever now and had to have it no matter what. I still had no idea why, but it was in my head and not going away until I had it.
Chris finally got up and turned towards me. I still could not see past him. His cock was still hard, which surprised me. He had already bred me a while ago and just finished with another guy and wow, he still had that beautiful toxic cock pointing straight at me. He started to walk towards me. He said, “I am still horny to infect more, are you ready for another of my loads? It doesn’t matter though as you are going take it anyway and you know it.”
He climbed between my legs and raised them over his shoulders and then rammed his cock into me all the way in one swooping thrust, crushing my cock and balls between us as he did it. I groaned, about half in pleasure and half in pain. As he started to pound the hell out of my hole, I heard a gasp and scream from across the room. Turning my head that way, I saw, with horror on his face along with surprise, my boyfriend! I gasped in alarm and terror of my own. My boy had been getting poz fucked and had done it before even. What the hell?
Chris didn’t even slow down and I could say nothing with him pounding me so hard. My boy was getting up and coming towards us. I could not take my eyes off of him. The look of fear had to be on both of our faces.
As Chris continued to pound my hole hard, I and my boyfriend kept our eyes locked on each other. Chris, despite having just cum a short time ago in my boyfriend, all at once rammed his cock deep inside me and almost yelled, "Oh, yes, another load of my AIDS cum is going in you now. Love it.“ I could see tears in my boyfriends eyes as I knew there were some in my eyes also
Chris ground his load into me for little bit, then arose from off of me, his cock flopping out of my cum filled hole. He kind of grinned at us both and then without a word turned and went into the other room. I got up and stood looking at my boyfriend, wondering what the hell he was doing here. I looked into this eyes and asked him, "what? why? How did you get here and what is going on? What is happening here?” The words ran together and I am sure they didn’t make much sense.
My boy then said, “I am so sorry, but you have been tossing and turning in your sleep lately and also talking. You kept saying you wanted to be pozzed, you wanted AIDS, you wanted Chris’s cock to unload in you.” He halted for a moment and I asked, “But, what are you doing here?” He started to cry then and told me, “I snooped and found out who Chris was and decided to come here to try and stop him from this, this, I don’t know craziness, I guess. Chris answered the door naked and I saw that huge cock of his and had trouble talking to him with it swinging around as he walked around as I spoke to him. Then, I don’t know why, but I just all at once fell to my knees to beg him to stop and he stopped with his cock right in my face and before I knew what I was doing, I was sucking that big beautiful cock and one thing led to another and then we ended up in his bedroom and him in me before I knew what had happened.”
My boyfriend said, “I failed you miserably and while I was in the bathroom, trying to get some of that cum out of my hole, you must have arrived. I was in there a long time and when I came out, all I could see was some guy, didn’t know it was you, getting fucked hard by some other guys while Chris was watching. The scene must have turned him on, and me too I am afraid, and before I knew what I was doing Chris had me pinned down and fucked me again. When he was done and coming to do you again, is when I found out you were already here. Please forgive me for snooping?” I grabbed him and told him, I forgive you, if you forgive me for getting us both into this mess. From the first time I saw Chris, the urge to have him infect me has grown and grown in me. I didn’t even think about you and I am ashamed of myself for not confiding in you.“ We sat then and hugged each other and vowed that no matter what now, we would be together and help each other through this. We were going to become AIDS whores together.
We were just sitting there looking deep into each others’ eyes when we became aware that we were not alone. Looking up we found that Chris’ friends had entered and were watching us. One of them spoke, saying, "How touching, now get ready, as we are going to fuck you both till you can’t stand up and will walk bow-legged for a week.” He then laughed and they approached us as we sat wide-eyed and could not move. They grabbed us and threw us bodily on our backs, raised our legs and then two of them just slammed their cocks into us as deep as they could in one tremendous stroke Both of us screamed in pain. We were pinned down like moths on a display board. Then they started to pound our holes, basically in rhythm with each other and as hard and deep as they could do it. We were bent almost completely in two, with our knees pretty much banging our own ears with each thrust. This wasn’t making love or even actual fucking, just raw brutal pummeling of our holes with no other idea other than to make sure our holes were torn up and their toxic cum was deposited deep within us.
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