Over
the Hill
We have a cruising place in
Redding called Quarts Hill or simply "The
Hill ." One night it was too hot to sleep; or,
rather, I was too horny. So I drove over to the Hill in search
of "action." It was
late and I didn't expect to find much, so imagine my surprise when I found some
15 vehicles in the lot.
Among the randy
cruisers was a youth named Tim,
mid-twenties, tall, slender, and very
good looking. I'd been
unsuccessfully chasing after Tim's NEG Butt for eons; but Tim was a Total
Tease, and we both knew it.
Only that night Tim was way too horny for his own good.
We stalked the cruising
paths pursuing that illusive action—15 cars and 15 dudes each waiting for the
other to make the first move. That
only made us hotter. We strolled
toward the camping area, found an
abandoned mattress, and undressed.
I kissed Tim all over, my practiced fingers tweaking his Nips, drooling
Lips coaxing gossamer-like Strands from his Piss Slit, while my other hand
snaked along his Buttocks to finger his NEG Pussy. Tim,
being only human, began to dance,
tentatively at first, then exuberantly, in cadence with my busy Mouth and
Digits.
I gave Tim's Mancunt a
helluva shellacking, my tongue darting in and out of his recess. His moans grew pozitively passionate. For 30 minutes I rimmed his Pussy,
getting his tight,
sweet, NEG Ass receptive to my Toxic Shaft and the Death Cum that would follow.
We necked for a while, our
tongues performing mini-tonsillectomies.
When Tim went down on me, I thought I would explode. He sucked my Pole, then straddled
me. I nibbled that Sweet NEG Hole again—anxious
to imbue it with my Deadly Bug—as innocuous Precum from his bobbing Shaft drooled
slime-cicles in my Pubes.
Impatient to bequeath the Sacred Heritage, I pressed my Death Stick to his Rectum, ready to commence the Irreversible
Conversion.
Tim pulled out a Rubber and
handed it to me.
"I NEVER BAREBACK. IT'S
UNSAFE. YOU WANNA FUCK ME, PUT
THIS ON!"
I uncoiled the Prophylactic
so it appeared we were gonna PLAY HIS WAY. As he turned so I could doggie him. I put some Lube on his Ass and on the
pretext of oiling my Shaft, vaselined the damned thing into the bushes.
Slowly, deliberately I
slipped my unsheathed Death Breeder into
him. When Tim got to moaning like
a Bitch in Heat, I knew I had him--he was mine! In one long, serpentine
assault, I commenced the murderous befoulment of his NEG Mancunt. SERVED THE PUSSY RIGHT!
He rocked slowly, sensuously
in and out and moaned and gasped:
"Yeah!
Fuck me! Fuck my
Hole! Fill me up!"
"Oh yeah, Baby! I'm gonna breed your Pussy!"
I'm sure he regarded our
Copulation as just another Safe Sex Buggery in a lifetime of innumerable
paramours and unending intercourse, where no single act of Coitus
had significance beyond the moment--an unending rat-race of Sexual
Incontinence, continuing until one GREW TOO OLD, OR WEAK, OR SICK,
OR DIED.
It was through the last
three options that I offered Tim deliverance. I thrust deep in him with my first Load
of Toxins
and KNOCKED HIM
UP! Tim clenched his
Ass about my Death
Stick as I massaged the Bug into
his slimy Rectum.
I almost lost my composure
when I realized I was gonna shoot a second Load,
but didn't want to let on that I was cumming yet. Tim loved it, unaware that his tight NEG Ass was not nearly as tight
as it used to be and might be NEG no more. As I blew my third Load up
his Ass, I knew he couldn't take much more. I'd fucked him raw, and he was sore and bleeding; so I
fucked him even harder for another 20 minutes.
Till then he had not touched
himself. I felt his Ass tighten
and his Prostrate expand--like a Walnut set to explode. I was about to fuck the Cum out of him,
and he was gonna Cum without being touched! I plowed him harder, targeting his swollen Prostate. Each time I hit that "hard
spot", he shrieked
and moaned and shuddered.
"I'm gonna Cum! I'm gonna Cum!"
Fuck, the Dude was gonna
make me blast another (fourth) Death Load! No longer could I obfuscate my
pleasure. I began to moan
and pant, and we both shot together. Each of Tim's Spasms sent a massive Volley of NEG Jizm over
his head and into the brush.
It was like, subconsciously, he knew his Climax was something
special—much different from his usual brief encounters with a typical no-name
partner.
He pulled off my Cock and
fell on his belly. I
pretended to take the Rubber off and toss it in the scrub. We lay there cuddling for
about an hour. Tim said that no
one had ever fucked the Cum out of him before. As we dressed, I noticed Bloody Jizm oozing from his Pussy.
I met up with Tim many times
that summer and repeatedly filled him with my Charged Spooge. Tim never did figure out that it was I
who POZZED
him He left to go back to
college in September. I
didn't see him again till Christmas when he told me he was POZ.
"No more fears, no more hesitation about going all the
way! No more Rubbers, ever again!"
he opined.
He thought he'd been infected by an LA BF. Best to let sleeping dogs
lie, I supposed. Besides, I detest
confrontations. So far, I
have 32
Conversions to my name, most of whom willingly took it bareback. The balance were the Tims of this world, where some
skullduggery, deception, or other shenanigans were required. Regardless, they are my Progeny,
purveyors of my very
special Bloodline; and everything I did, I did in their best
interest.