My best friend Clint and I decided to go camping in the hills of southern Ohio where we�d gone to college. Just to relive old times and chill out.
I drove down on Thursday and met Clint in the hills. We set up our tent, finished the campsite by mid-afternoon, and decided it was time for cocktails and smoke. Clint started rehashing the good old days, when we had played together in 3-ways.
He was amazed that we�d done so many of the same guys together, and I was still neg while he�d turned poz. I half-joked that, as many risks as I�d taken, and continued to take, my conversion was imminent. He quipped that guys like me would never convert without an Act of Congress and Divine Intervention.
As the afternoon wore on, the booze flowed freely as did the smoke. It didn't take long for me to really tie one on. I just lay back and fell asleep in the comforting warmth of the afternoon sun, to the rustling of the leaves, and Clint�s familiar banter.
When I awoke, my head was buzzing. It was night, and a campfire was glowing. I tried to get up, but couldn't. My wrists and ankles were bound to some stakes, and I was lying face down on a foam rubber mattress. I was also butt-naked. Clint was sitting beside me fully clothed.
"What the fuck�s going on?"
�Good evening, sleepy head,� he drawled. �That little something I put in your drink worked wonders. Those knots are from my scouting days, so don�t even try. I feel so lousy about you still being neg, I�m gonna convert you.�
I demanded he untie me, and called him every name in the book; but he just laughed and ran his hands down my back. He massaged my ass cheeks and worked his thumb into my crack.
He disappeared into the tent and came back with a brown paper bag. He told me it was time to begin my initiation, so I might as well relax and enjoy it. He shoved poppers in my face, and I was flying.
From the bag, he produced an assortment of dildos, and said he intended to do me some serious damage before he mainlined me.
I begged him to stop this insanity, but he rambled on about how I�d thank him someday; and the sooner we got started, the better, because this was not necessarily going to be pleasant; and how he was doing what he thought was best for our relationship�AND PROCEEDED TO RAM AN UNLUBED DILDO UP MY ASS TO THE HILT!
God, that stung! I screamed! Clint told me to go ahead and yell my head off. No need to gag me. Nobody was near. He�d checked that out while I was asleep. He gave me more poppers, and continued his assault with various dildos.
He knelt to show me the dildo he was using. They�d grown progressively larger. It was pink and tapered and covered with pointy latex spikes. But it was also covered with slime, ass juice, and blood. A little maniacally, Clint grinned, "Ready for the Feature Presentation, Buddy Boy?"
It came as a relief when he pushed his fat 7-inch dick into me. Compared to the dildos, it was nothing compared to the pain I�d experienced; and his precum actually provided some lube. Clint started pumping my butt, telling me how good I felt.
He picked up the pace and rutted me like a buck in heat. My ass was so sore it was almost numb. The sweat from his forehead dripped onto my neck and drooled down my back. He grabbed my shoulders and pistoned me passionately.
Finally he pushed all the way in and lay still. �Here comes Pay Day, Buddy Boy!� he whispered,� as the Fucker spewed what seemed like a gallon of poz jizz into my mangled and mutilated butt. He grunted like a pig, and after a few more strokes, pulled out.
I could see by the firelight his cock was covered with blood, my blood. He wiped his dick on a washcloth, then used the same washcloth to streak blood, shit, jizz and slime onto my face. I suspected I resembled a bloody Indian.
"Love You, Buddy Boy. And maybe now you and I can be one."
He rolled a sleeping bag under my thighs and left me there an hour for me to incubate.
When he untied me, at midnight, we had a major knock-down-drag-out. Good thing I have a sense of fair play, or I�d been out of there in an instant; but as it turned out, we slept in each others� arms until daybreak.
Two weeks later, I got sick as a dog, and stayed that way for a week. Clint was with me the whole time, and we�ve been lovers ever since.