The Legacy of a Starman
Chapter 5
After a quick rinse in the shower, I cruised around the sex club again. All of the venues were very busy. Saturday night seemed to be when all the sex addicts came out. I was fine with that. Noticing that I was dehydrated, I walked into the bar area. The bartender smiled at me and took my order. I glanced around the room, but didn't see anyone overly interested.
With some fluid replaced, I continued my search for the right man. In the sling room, they were standing three deep behind some men. Moving behind the third line, I saw that the last man in line was leaking cum. I smiled. He likes to get fucked and he likes to fuck. That makes him the perfect patient zero, I concluded.
I slipped in behind him and pressed closely against his ass as I wrapped my arms lightly around him. "Could I interest you in something big and dark that delivers a monster load?" I crooned into his ear. In response, he pushed back against me. My dick slipped up his ass trench for a moment, but I repositioned it. He grabbed my hard dick and aimed it carefully at his back door. With a moan of pleasure, he impaled himself more than half way. I pushed deeper, eliciting more pleasure grunts.
"You have no idea how much I need this?" the recipient purred. "The first guy gave me a nice load, but I could hardly feel his dick."
"Can you feel mine?" I smiled into his neck as I kissed it warmly.
"Yeah, biggest one I've had in months," he sighed. He set up a rhythm that made his ass happy. I reached around him and slowly jacked his average dick. "Don't stroke me too much," he advised. "I want my dick to slide into that hot guy in the sling and deliver my load." I released his dick, but increased the tempo in and out of his hungry hole. The guy before me had shot in a good load, so added lubrication was not needed.
The man fucking the guy in the sling before us finished and moved away. The guy waiting his turn before us moved ahead and plugged in. He liked the ass he was fucking a little too much and shot his load less than 30 seconds later. He sighed, apologized, and moved away. My guy moved swiftly to take his place. "Oh, fuck, this feels good," he whispered. "With your big dick in my ass, I'm about ready to shoot."
"Let me know when you think you're close," I asked. "I'm right on the edge of a monster climax." I wasn't lying about my condition. His ass had been eating my dick a little too well. "So close," I warned. I felt his ass spasm. His climax was racing to its peak. I was right there with him. We shouted out our mutual climaxes and pounded ass. Of course, my climax lasted a lot longer than his and delivered a lot more jizz.
I left him with a smile on his face and a butt full of the cure. He was going to make a lot of men very happy. Score another patient zero, I smiled to myself.
After another quick rinse, I found three more men to breed. One was Hispanic; the other two were white boys. All of them got the full treatment and monster load. After each fuck, I drank water from the shower nozzle and added a stop at the bar for another cranberry juice and soda. Shooting all that jizz was seriously depleting my fluid levels. I'd have to remember to bring a large bottle of water with me in the future.
More than an hour had passed when I spotted my gorgeous model. Telford Graham was headed my way. I didn't think he was ready to call it a night yet. But, I greeted him like I was ready for him. "Ford, how's your evening going?" I asked.
"I've been looking for you, Mike. I've gotta guy that really needs you back in my room," the model said. "He's really hot and loves to get fucked, but only by big dicks. His motto is: If my dick is bigger than yours, you get fucked. If your dick is bigger than mine, I get fucked." I had to smile at that. "And his dick is just under 9", so you know we're gonna pound his ass."
"We?"
"Yeah, I think you should fuck him first, because I'm bigger and might stretch him out too much for you," he grinned evilly. "So, you go first. Trust me, you won't regret it."
I was sure I wouldn't, and it would be another opportunity for creating a patient zero. From Ford's description, this new guy was definitely versatile. I followed him back to his room and checked out the new guy. After introductions, I knew this was going to be a good fuck. He was exactly as Ford had described him. As soon as we entered the room, he flipped on to his back and pulled his legs into his chest. I approached him and smiled. "You ready for the biggest load you've ever had?" I smirked.
"He's not kidding, Todd," Ford said. "He blasts out the biggest load I've ever witnessed. It has to be the world's record with over a cup of warm jizz."
"No shit?" Todd exclaimed. I merely nodded and smiled as I knelt before his ass. My tongue darted out and tasted him. He was clean and ready. Without the taste of cum on my tongue, I knew we were going to be his first conquests of the evening. After a couple of minutes eating out his ass, I stood up and pushed my dick against his hole.
"You need some lube?" I asked.
"Spit and shove, Baby," he smiled up at me.
Well, I wasn't going to shove my big dick up his ass, but he would get the full length with nothing more than spit to lubricate the way. He moaned with pleasure and pushed his ass into me. The more I pushed in, the more he wanted. "Are you sure you don't need lube?" I asked again. Once more, he shook his head to the negative. I shrugged and pushed harder.
"Fuck! You're big," Todd whispered as I finally hit bottom. "I'm glad you went first, though. Ford would need a carload of lube to get into my ass tonight, without you going first. And if you spray as much as you say you do, I'm sure I won't need lube for him." Meanwhile, Ford moved up to Todd's head. He offered his big dick to Todd to suck. After a minute, he moved forward and sat on Todd's face. Todd groaned with pleasure as he ate out Ford's ass. I know he tasted my load, even if Ford had aborted some of my baby gravy. "Did you fuck Ford already tonight? Someone sure left a big load of dick sauce in his ass."
"He was the only one," Ford answered for me. "And I had to abort his babies earlier, too. He truly shoots a massive load. Because his dick is so big, he planted his load deep." He returned to sitting on Todd's face. And I sped up my thrusts into Todd's hungry hole. I was getting close and warned Todd that he was about to be bred. "Give it to him!" the model commanded.
I didn't need direction. At this point, it was too late to stop my climax. Of course, I could have pulled out, but that would have defeated my purpose. Riding the crest of my climax wave, I pounded and pumped massive quantities of sperm into him. His muffled cries of joy encouraged me to ride his eager ass to the finish line. "One fucking hot ass!" I crowed as my climax abated. "You ready to ride this sweet hole, Ford?"
Without saying a word, Ford and I traded places. Of course, Ford had to eat out Todd's ass for a few minutes. Todd's ass was leaking a lot of nutt. Ford wiped an arm across his mouth to rid himself of some of my load. He plugged into Todd slowly. The hot bottom boy moaned with pleasure and some pain. Ford's horse dick is huge by any standard. I leaned over, making sure I continued to sit on Todd's face. My lips closed over his hard dick, my tongue lapping up the bubbling precum.
Todd pulled his face out of my ass long enough to say, "I'm about to spray a load. I want to nutt when you do, Ford. But, I can't wait much longer." I watched as Ford's monster dick stretched Todd's hole. How could Todd take such a huge dick up his ass? I wasn't small, but Ford is so much bigger. Yet, Todd wasn't having any apparent trouble getting fucked hard.
"I'm gonna cum!" Ford suddenly yelled. Seconds later, my mouth filled with Todd's sperm. It was sweet and plentiful. Todd shouted his muffled joy as his tongue and lips worked my asshole hungrily. I could see Ford's big nut sack pulled up tightly against the base of his huge dick. The sack jumped and pumped cream into Todd.
When the load that Todd shot slowed to a dribble, I pulled off his dick and swallowed. But, I didn't move off his face. He really was an excellent rimmer.
Ford sighed contentedly and pulled out of Todd's well-fucked ass. I figured that was my cue to move off Todd's face. Ford and I stood near the bed, looking down at Todd. He smiled up at us and said that we'd just given him the best fucks he'd had in months and months. "This is the best three-way any good gay boy could want," he praised. "And I'm about ready to burst with all that sperm inside me. You weren't kidding about how much Mike shoots." He rolled off the bed and dashed out the door.
"We're still good for later?" Ford asked. I nodded. "When were you thinking of calling it a night?"
"Probably about midnight," I replied. "I know I stayed out too late last night and didn't get enough sleep as a result."
"Midnight works for me, too," the model responded.
We parted with smiles. I left his room and headed for the showers again. Dehydration was cramping my style, again. So, I stopped at the bar for another cranberry drink and then drank more water in the shower. Topped up with fluids again, I moved back out into the hallways, looking for my next victims.
In the glory hole room, two guys were sharing one side of the partition. They looked at me and smiled. "We'll blow you and drink all you got to shoot in our mouths," one of them said. I warned them that I nutt a lot, but they weren't put off by that revelation. In fact, they grinned and spoke of their excitement. "We love cum!" they said in unison.
I pushed my dick through the other side of the partition. Their practiced mouths had me hard seconds later. Alternating their lingual skills on my dick had me rushing to another climax. I pulled away from the partition to delay my climax. They protested loudly. "Don't you want this to last?" I asked.
"The point of a blowjob is to get the nutt," one of them observed pointedly. "Therefore, stick that big, black dick back through the hole so we can swallow your big load." I shrugged and obeyed.
I tried very hard to think of something else to delay my climax. That was sure pointless. "Gotta cum!" I bellowed. I felt lips on the side of the head of my dick, with just enough space for my load to spray out and flow easily into their open mouths. Almost immediately, they started taking turns swallowing the overflowing nutt that I'd promised them. They'd done this before, so they knew how not to spill any jizz. But, I think I surprised them at how much I squirted. I made it a point to count the number of jerks of jetting sperm I gave them. The count was 14. I smiled. That felt good. And I had two more patient zeros.
As the evening progressed, more men came into the sex club. I had so many men to choose from that I couldn't possibly do all the ones that interested me. So, I tried to concentrate on the ones who seemed to show their versatility in some way. By 11:30, I'd nailed and bred another dozen men. With one last shower and more liquid to replace my depleted reservoir of fluids, I walked back to Ford's room. I knocked on the door and was immediately admitted.
"You been spreading more of your monster loads around the club?" he grinned.
"I've been doing my best. And you?"
"I had one more that I've fucked before. He's something of a regular here. But, he's also very good in bed and knows how to do everything that's fun with a dick in his ass," he smiled. "But, I didn't share him with you this time. He's not into three-ways."
"His loss," I said.
"And now for something completely different," Ford laughed. "I want you to make love to me this time. I know you're a young man, but despite your lack of experience, you're the kind of man who naturally makes love." I pulled away my towel and moved up to him. He repeated my moves, but added a warm kiss. "You are the hottest man I've ever been with."
"I'll bet you say that to all your conquests," I laughed.
"Not in this case," he objected. "Tell me more about yourself. How about your family?" he suggested as a topic.
"I'm an only child. My real father left under mysterious circumstances, so my mother remarried and I have step-father now. He's been very good to me, even though I'm not his son," I said. "We found out a couple of years ago that my mother is a direct descendant of the Earls of Crawford. They found that out when her brother took a DNA test and it proved that he is a direct male heir to the Earldom. I'm sure they'd have a major meltdown if the present Earl knew. What about you?"
"Oddly, a similar story about my ancestry. My Graham line is a direct descendant of the Earls of Montrose. My dad did the DNA test thing too and proved it to be correct. I have two older brothers and an older sister," Ford revealed.
"And they know about your love of men?"
"Yeah, although they'd rather not talk about it."
"Are they as gorgeous as you?"
"I think they're better looking," Ford smiled. "They aren't as tall or as muscular, but the basic look is there."
"So, what was your first man on man experience?" I asked.
Ford smiled. "This may shock you, but my brothers were my first. It wasn't like I was forced to have sex with them. I was the one who initiated it."
"When did this happen?" I asked.
"I was about 13 or 14 when I first started playing around with their dicks. Sucking them off was the next step and getting fucked was what I really wanted."
"When did they start fucking you?"
"Oh, within a few months of playing with their dicks. They would come home from school and load my ass up. Most nights before we went to sleep, I'd get hammered and bred. That was especially true on the weekends when they'd go out on dates and their girlfriends wouldn't put out. So, I got fucked instead, usually twice by each of them."
"They ever reciprocate?"
"Nope. They were just getting their rocks off and I didn't push it."
"They hung like you?"
"Yeah, about the same."
"Are they married?"
"Yes, both of them. And their wives are pretty happy with their big dicked husbands. I've heard them talking to my mom about them. She said that it runs in the family. My dad is hung like a stallion too."
"You've seen his big dick?"
"Yeah, morning woodie. How about you? When did you start playing around?"
"I was probably 15 or so when I started playing with some friends. It escalated pretty quickly to blowjobs and fucking their hot holes. I have a couple of close friends whom I fuck a couple times a week. As you can tell by my performances here, twice a week with only two guys isn't enough for me," I grinned. "This has been an eye-opening experience."
"The more you get, the more you want. Right?"
I laughed at his summation. "Yeah, pretty much."
"So, how about giving me some?" he suggested, moving to the bed and getting on all fours. "My ass needs another deep ride and monster load." I moved in behind him and stuck my tongue up his butt. It still tasted of my previous load. "Yeah, like that," he sighed. I drilled my tongue deeper and tasted more sperm. Ford reached around and pushed my face harder into his ass. "Man! That feels good."
After a few minutes of munching on his perfect, brown ass, I stood behind him. "You want it doggie style, face to face, or something else?" I asked.
He turned over and pulled his legs into his chest. His wet hole winked at me. "Any other questions?" he grinned up at me. I shook my head and smiled back. I moved up on the bed and pressed my hard, precum dripping dick against his back door. Ford grabbed it and pulled me forward. My hard dick slipped easily inside. His eyes closed and the smile on his face grew larger. "You're the perfect size for my ass," he praised. "It feels so right inside me."
I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. My hips moved slowly, pushing my big dick in and out of his ass. His hands rested on my ass, urging me to speed up. But, I wanted this to last, so I maintained my original pace. I broke the kiss and nuzzled his neck, kissing him on several places. I breathed hotly in his ear and told him how much I was enjoying fucking him. His lips moved to capture mine again. Our ardor increased along with my fucking rhythm.
"This is feeling too good," I warned. "I'll nutt in your ass in the next few seconds if you don't stop working my dick with your ass muscles." He backed off, but only slightly. "That's helping, but only a little." He smiled and shrugged. As much as he protested that he wanted me to make love to him, I didn't see how making me cum in his ass right now was accomplishing that. I told him as such.
"I guess I changed my mind," he smirked. "Your dick feels so good inside me, but I want to feel those big blasts of baby gravy jet up my ass tunnel."
"That is going to happen no matter when I climax," I assured him. Still, his pace didn't abate. His hands on my ass continue to urge me to fuck faster. And his ass muscles had returned to their earlier squeezing and stroking of my thrusting pole. "I'm gonna shoot if you don't stop!" I croaked out.
He merely smiled up at me, but didn't change what he was doing. With a strangled cry of pleasure, my climax began. Streams of creamy sperm sprayed into his welcoming tunnel. I didn't count them, but they were very hard and frequent. Instead of pounding his ass, I held his ass hard against my groin and pumped jets of warm jizz into his sweet hole.
Ford pulled one hand off my ass and grabbed my neck, pulling me down for another kiss. My thrusting hips continued to deliver sperm into him. His other hand went to his dick as he jacked on it. I held his hand, so he would stop trying to get off. I broke the kiss and explained, "I'm sucking you off as soon as I pull out, so don't spray your load all over your chest." He relaxed his grip on his dick and moved his hands back to my ass.
With my climax at an end, I kissed him again and pulled his dick up to my face. His long thick dick easily reached my lips, despite my long torso. He groaned as he felt my warm lips close over his leaking dickhead. With my fat dick still in his ass, he pushed his dick farther into my mouth. Without warning, I tasted his first spray of sperm. A second later, he let out a strangled cry of pleasure. I sucked greedily at his jetting discharge.
As I sucked harder on his dick, mine slipped out of his ass. Cum leaked from his hole as he tried to slam his asshole shut. But, his climax had all of his attention focused on his jerking dick. "Turn around," he directed. "I want to suck your dick." I performed the maneuver to his satisfaction as my cum-streaked dick entered his mouth. My lips continued their capture of his dick.
He pulled away from my dick and stuck his tongue up my ass. I decided I needed to do the same for him. I grabbed his long legs and pulled them under my arms, exposing his dripping asshole. My lips and tongue sucked and licked on the spilled cream and then burrowed as deeply as I could reach into his well-fucked and heavily-bred hole.
We swapped places again. This time, I was on my back with his ass in my face and he was hovering over me with his mouth alternating before my dick and asshole. We spoke briefly in snippets of conversation, always going back to our sexual tasks. Within another ten minutes, I was hard again. "I need another helping of your dick gravy, but I don't think my ass can hold another load. So, how about you shoot it down my throat?"
I readily agreed. The blowjob he gave me was the best I've ever had. Consequently, I nutted in his mouth less than two minutes after he started. Ford was going to be my best patient zero, I concluded.
Sunday morning, Ford called. He wasn't feeling all that well, so he asked if we could postpone lunch together. I agreed, knowing why he wasn't feeling up to par. He suggested sometime during the week, but I declined, citing the need to study for my classes. We agreed to try again Friday evening. I knew I'd have homework over the weekend, but I could work around that. But, he called on Wednesday to tell me that he was headed overseas for another modeling assignment. He would be gone at least two weeks. He said he'd call when he got back.
The next two weeks were a repeat of themselves. I attended classes, did my homework, took some tests, and aced all of them. I spent my weekend evenings at the sex club, pounding more sperm into willing and eager recipients.
But, there was good news in the mail. My application to attend Berkeley this fall was granted. The best part was that they were offering an academic scholarship to men and women of color. The scholarship was funded by a trust fund I'd never heard off. However, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I gladly accepted the scholarship. The stipulation was that my grades could not fall below an agreed level. They had suggested a course of study that would get my graduation requirements out of the way in my first two years and then get me rolling on my major requisites. I was thinking about pre-med, but that would depend on the coursework and how well I did in it. My parents were very pleased with the scholarship. It paid for nearly all of my expenses. The one thing it didn't do was pay for my books. I guess they figured I should be responsible for something. Room and board were provided, if I lived in on-campus student housing. I thought about getting into the African-American program in the dorm, but it required more time commitment than I was willing to agree to in my freshman year. If I could find the time in subsequent years, I'd consider it.
Ford called me on Tuesday of the third week after we'd met. He said he'd just gotten back from France, but was severely jet-lagged. He hoped he'd be fit for companionship by Friday evening. I agreed to meet him for dinner then.
When he picked me up for dinner Friday night, he was bursting with good cheer. "Did you have a good shoot in France?" I asked, wondering if that was the source of his happy demeanor.
"Good enough," he answered, "but, that's not the reason I'm so up tonight?"
"And what would that be?"
"I saw my specialist on Wednesday, because of the bug," he began. "Just my usual check-up to see how I was doing and if my meds need to be changed." I nodded, still not sure where this conversation was headed. "And he told me that I'm free of the scourge!" I looked questioningly at him, even though I knew exactly what he meant. "No more HIV!"
"How is that possible?" I feigned ignorance, again. "Are you sure?"
"The doc ran the test twice. Same result, even with different samples."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" He looked puzzled. "I mean, are you still going to hit the sex clubs and get fucked?"
"I hadn't thought that far ahead," he admitted. "But, the doc said that I was the fifth guy that he'd seen who had the same astonishing blood results."
"What does he make of it?"
"He's not sure, but he's contacting other physicians with caseloads like his to see if they have found the same spontaneous cures in their patient loads. He's going to have us fill out a questionnaire to see if we have anything in common that might pinpoint the cause for the cure. If they can, they'll broadcast it to the world. But, so far, they haven't seen anything in the bloodwork that points to any reason for our negative results."
"Did he say anything about your sexual activities, like would it be safe if you fucked someone bareback? Or could you take it up the ass unprotected and not get the bug back?" I asked.
"I did ask those questions. He had no answers," Ford sighed. "But, you're negative and I sure want to play with you again."
"You know that's going to happen," I agreed. "But, I still want to fuck some more hot men at the sex club. I'd love to have you come with me, too. You can just fuck other guys, but not take it up the ass."
"Except for you, of course!" he smiled. "And I generally fuck other guys anyway, so it won't be a problem for me to just play top, except when I need some dark dick in my hole which will be your cue to pound another load into me. I really like how you fuck with that big dick of yours, and I can't get enough of those monster loads."
"You sweet talker," I laughed. "And let me know what your doctor says about your spontaneous cure." He nodded his agreement. We ate dinner, talked about his amazing health status, and then talked at length about his modeling career. His career sounded fascinating, with all the travel, clothes, and new people that he met. He told me that I could have a career in modeling too, but I decided I wanted to be a doctor more than I wanted to "strut my stuff." I asked him about any men that he'd fucked with while he was in France. He grinned and nodded. "Yeah, a few men took a ride on my stallion dick. But, no one was interested in my ass, not that I was offering it up. They took one look at my dick and roles were assigned."
I laughed at his characterization. "So, are you okay with going to the sex club with me tonight?"
He nodded his agreement. "But, uh, afterwards, would you come spend the night with me at my place?"
I smiled. "Let me call my folks and let them know that I won't be home until tomorrow morning some time," I proposed. "Are you looking for some quality one-on-one time with my dick up your ass?"
"Am I that transparent?" he grinned. I nodded. "I know I have no claim on you. You're very new to this endless sex thing. So, I can't impose any restrictions on whom you fuck or whom you ignore. But, I do want to sleep with you without the distractions of the club."
"You can't hold all the nutt I wanna spray into you," I cautioned.
"I'm willing to take my chances. Besides, the can is just a few steps away from the bed," he asserted. "And you know you like it when I sit on your face after you've bred me." I couldn't deny that. "And we don't have to fuck all night, just because we can. I like being near you and talking to you. I know I'm beginning to sound like a stalker, but I'm really not."
I smiled and nodded my acceptance of the terms he was laying out. Besides, I thought, this might give me a chance to figure out a way to take his monster horse dick up my ass. If he is as patient and slow as he says he is, I just might be able to get a few inches inside me. If there were anyone I knew that I wanted to give my virgin ass up to, he was at the top of that list.
After dinner, we went to the sex club. We agreed to share a room. He took a rubber band from his pocket and put it on the door. "If you're entertaining, the rubber band on the door knob will tell me that the room is occupied. Just remember to remove the rubber band and put it on the bed when you leave." He pulled a small bottle of lube from another pocket. "Just in case."
We disrobed, stored our clothes in the locker in the room, and headed out. Although it was early evening, the place was packed. I wondered if it were the full moon. My experience certainly showed that my fuck buddies in school had more urgent needs to get fucked when the moon was full. Hopefully, so did these men.
With my bottle of water safely stored in our shared room, I started cruising the hallways. Ford had headed the other direction. I couldn't help but smile. My cure, courtesy of my father, was making fast inroads into the community. I was here to make sure it spread even faster. And with my acceptance to Berkeley, I knew I'd be spending some quality time at the bookstores in San Francisco, spreading the cure even farther.
This story is fiction. Your life isn't. Always play safe.
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