I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a b******* party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw.
As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a s*** German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others c****, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more c** up my a**, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz.
The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my a**. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my a** cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my a** hole, spitting into me, and tongue-f****** me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my a**. He held my meaty a** cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my a**, and I was staring into the German’s face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino’s c***, a man who’s face I hadn’t even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good s*** I was, a good little f***** s*** boy.
The Latino started slamming into my a** and then leaned into my ear, “Can I c** in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to c** in my a**, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was c******. He fucked me harder then, pushing his d*** as far as it would go. I imagined his c** seeping into my blood stream and my own c*** was oozing pre c**. Mine wasn’t the only c*** on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of c****** too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your c***?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. “Well I want your c** in my a**, dude.” I turned around and slid my well c**-lubed a** onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of c** from his c***. It was f****** beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own c*** before I too came. When I slid off I tried to s*** him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense o***** he had just had up my a**, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke.
When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was f****** hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death f***. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole.
My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his c*** into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck d********** and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of c** slide out of my hole, down my b******** and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy’s mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to f*** that diseased c** into me more than I wanted anything else.
He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his d***. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny c***, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was f****** loving it. “Yeah, boy, s*** that dirty c***, use your mouth on daddy’s c***. Make daddy feel nice and good with that s*** mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his d***, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my a** giving me the signal to ‘bring that hole over here’. I spread my a** myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the c** already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS f*** hole available for his pleasure. “F*** me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, f*** that c** into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his c*** head against my open hole. “I want you to f*** me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that a** with your strain, f*** that c** into my blood!”
He slammed his c*** into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and f****** me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed f****** bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. F*** me! F*** that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the f*** flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this f***, you stupid little AIDS f***** w****!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old t**** boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker – and loving it.
One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this c*** with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to c**, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my a** with his c**. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his c*** and fucked the German’s c** deeper into me. I felt so f****** full and slutty and open and wonderful.
AIDs Daddy had been f****** me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve c** in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my a** against his c*** and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new c*** near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I c** again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS c**? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my a**. Make me toxic. Give me your f****** POZ c**.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out.
For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my a**. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his c***. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you’re so full of c**. F*** man, you’re oozing all over my c***.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my a** with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “f****** nasty seed!”
Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to c**, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his c*** while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more c** than I ever had in my life. It just kept c******. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my a** for the last time that night. “Damn you’re a little poz s***. Your a** was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so f****** hot. I love a little take all loads s*** boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my c**. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own c** back into my mouth.
I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a c** stain that leaked out of my a**. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my a** leaking poz c** down my shorts.