THE MUSCLE JOCK
Don, a truck driver Fuck Bud, cums to
town 3 or 4 times a year. He's in
his mid-50s, about 6'1" maybe 160, with a wasted AIDS look that makes my Ass quiver.
Although I'm a Top, I always take
his Loads cause he's such a nasty
Fucker. He's not on Meds and has a Viral Load over a hundred
thousand. His Strain recharges my Death Seed and my psyche.
When I went to his motel last Sunday,
he had a hot Muscle Jock stark naked asleep on the bed. I recognized the Kid as a Gym Bunny in
his early 20's who worked out daily at the Spa. Don had hooked up with him through Gay.Com. The Bunny's profile said he was NEG and ONLY played
safe.
"NOT
ANYMORE," Don said with an nasty grin. Gym Boy had overdone the booze
and pot, got sleepy, and passed out. My Bud had already dumped one Load of Toxic Cum up his Pussy,
and I could see Bug Juice glistening in his Ass Crack.
I felched out some of that Baby Batter,
used the rest to lube up my Death Stick, and rammed it up the Young Man's
Cunt. The Twink stirred briefly,
feebly tried to pull away, but I easily pinned him to the bed and worked the AIDS BUG up his Rectum.
Don gave the Kid an enormous hit of
Poppers, and the Fucker just moaned and gripped the mattress for dear life. It was so fucking sweet breeding that Pretty Boy, knowing
he'd pass it on to many of his Twink Cohorts.
I flooded his guts with rope after rope
of POZ Spooge. I wanted to eat it, freshly-spewed, out of his Pussy;
but his Mancunt was so lush and inviting, I couldn't help but shoot another
Load.
Exhausted I collapsed on top of him,
and Don straddled the two of us and
rammed his POZ Shaft up my
Shitter. I wanted to cum in the
insensate Youth at the same time Don spewed up my Pussy; and, like clockwork, I
spasmed just as my Bud shot.
The Punk drifted in an out of
consciousness. Don and I swapped POZ Loads with each other, and gave Muscle Jock
another tumble.
Don said he had Pals cuming over to
give the Youth other Strains. I
don't know how many Loads the Fucker took that afternoon, and worried that the
little Shit might accuse ME of participating in the assault.
But no sweat. The Fuck Session
must have been too much for the Muscle Jock. He hasn’t been around since.