I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, I�d often put on my porn tapes and jack off all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. I�d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms.
I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything. Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and he�d already had.
One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over, and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever.
I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch. He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wanted�to be fucked bareback.
Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, he�d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and fed them to me�repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening.
As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things I�d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass.
He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didn�t hurt, thanks to the poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding.
The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the throb of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass.
His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved.
I�d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, �Open your eyes!�
�What?�
�I said. �Open your eyes, bitch!�
His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and I wasn�t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking me�a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come.
You want my dirty seed, whore?�
"Yes, Sir," I pleaded. �Shoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!�
His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat.
�TAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!"
I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life.
As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadn�t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him.
For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested.
I did, and you know the result. I�ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where it�s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz.