The Man With the Antiviral Cock

Harp Madison heard the moan as he was waxing the floors of the laboratory. He had unplugged the waxer to move the cord to a more convenient outlet when he heard the sound, a man in pain was calling to him. He scurried over to the door where it had come from. Doctor Carbolic (not his name which was a rather jumbled set of letters to an English-speaking man like Harp) was hurt!

He found the man bleeding from a gunshot wound to his abdomen, and it looked bad, there was a pool of blood all around the man, like he was lying on a deep red oval, and he looked up and, to Harp's amazement, he smiled.

"I'm calling for help, Doc, hang in there." he said, whipping out his cell phone.

"Too late, Son, too late."

"You can make it, Doc, hold on, please!" He liked the elderly, kindly man, who always treated him like an equal and another human being. Most college types tended to be rather snotty with a janitor, but the Doctor had always been so kind, it was why he had let the doctor stick a test shot of a new untested vaccine he was working on into his arm three weeks ago, supposed to give him immunity to the Bartok-9 virus now wreaking havoc on Mankind. Over 57 million men had died from it thus far around the world, 1.3 million in the United States alone, where it had appeared to originate.

Covid-19, still affecting Mankind, was a slap on the wrist compared to Bartok-9, and it had to have been intended as a biological weapon in some country's war arsenal, for while it was no threat to women, and made any man who contracted it ill, it merely gave most adult men mild headaches and fatigue. But if it was contracted by a boy child, the virus was over 95% lethal, a boy who caught the virus would die within three days' time.

As of yet, there was no cure for the virus. The virus multiplied by attaching itself to the "Y" chromosome, becoming a part of the long DNA strand (the "Y" chromosome is much shorter than the "X" equivalent in women). While the virus invaded most of the other cells of the male body, it thrived to a lethal extent in the unique environment of a boy's young testicles, infecting the developing cells that created the sperm that would one day awaken to their mission, these cells sending out the newly born viruses throughout the body, multiplying to a point where it became a passenger in every bodily fluid of the infected person, his breath, his sweat, even his urine and feces, and from there could travel airborne or lie in wait upon surfaces, surviving for a long time dormant, until it found another host in whom to live and multiply even more. It infected everyone, but it only killed the male children of the Earth.

Once a person contracted the virus, their every pore exuded the contagion and if they had sex that led to procreation, the male fetus would die before ever reaching viable stage. The body had no natural immunities nor could it manufacture antibodies for it. It was literally killing off the men of the world by killing off all male children of any and every age!

And someone had just killed the doctor most likely to have found a cure for this virus. Harp called 911 just the same, even though the doctor was fading fast, then went back to work at trying to staunch the bleeding.

"Listen to me, my dear Harp." the doctor said, "I must tell you something."

"Rest, Doc, please, and hang in there. I've called for help."

"This is important. The vaccine I gave you, I tested you for it. Harp, it was a success, it is the cure!"

"Great!" Harp said. He could tell the men who worked with the doctor about it, they would be able to work from his notes...

"You, Harp, are now the cure for the virus." the doctor wheezed. "You now have the power to cure any man or any boy who has contracted the virus, or immunize them before they can get infected. If you cure a boy, he will become as you, a living vaccine for the virus. So you must carry it to every boy you can as fast as you can." The long talking he had done weakened the man, he paused for breath.

Harp considered this. He was now the cure! He had to tell the other doctors! They could work with him....

It was like Dr. Carbolic was reading his mind. "Harp, you must keep this a secret from the others. You see, they are the ones who did this, they shot me and have stolen my notes, you are now the only source of the vaccine. You must get it safely injected into as many boys as you can, please, promise me this!"

"I will, doctor." Harp didn't understand all this, he had to vaccinate boys? "But how do I do that?" He had found the wound and hell, they must have used a shotgun at close range, the doctor had a huge hole in his body. He was unable to stop the bleeding, or even slow it much!

The doctor smiled. "I created my own virus, one that takes over and kills the Bartok-9 virus and takes its place on the "Y" chromosomes, giving permanent immunity to any reinfection. The antibody you now carry within your own testicles can be transmitted by sex. You need to insert your penis into the boy's anus and ejaculate. The "Y" gene sperm you make will ferry it through the boy's cell walls and reach the boy's own genitalia. You, Harp, must find and make love to as many boys as you can, as quick as you can. Once enough boys are furnished with the cure like you, herd immunity can take over, and Mankind will be saved."

Harp's mind was reeling. He had to fuck boys? To save their lives?

He closed his eyes and his voice sank to a whisper. "But my virus cannot survive outside of the sperm for very long. So I am afraid the world must become a world of men loving boys, or it will perish. Tell them all, Harp. But get the cure out as much as you can, please. Go, my dear Harp, love many boys and save Mankind." He fell into a swoon and by the time the paramedics arrived, he had passed away.

Harp saw the other doctors coming in and started to talk, then clamped his pie-hole. He didn't know which of these doctors had done this. Keep quiet, get out there, love as many boys as he could, and then, only then, tell the world!

He had been pushed to one side, ignored by the doctors of course, who were now discovering that the doctor's work had been stolen or destroyed. Left alone, he walked off the job and went home. He had to think what to do. After all, how long would he be able to go out and fuck boys left and right before the police got interested. Very interested!

The answer met him when he got there. His mother was there and blurted out the news of her friends. Normally it would be mindless chatter he ignored. Not this time.

Their neighbors two apartments down had a seven year old boy, Jason, who was a bright-eyed, friendly, fun-loving addition to Harp's world. Mom told him that Jason had contracted the virus and was now running a fever. Jason's mom was frantic, and had asked her to ask Harp if he knew of any cure. "After all, Harp, you work with those doctors, can't you try to see if they have anything that could help poor Jason?"

"Sure, Mom." His mind still reeling from the duty thrust upon him, Harp fled to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a rather good-looking man in his mid-twenties, brown hair, brown eyes, a well-muscled body and a face that revealed the mind behind it was plain and ordinary, not stupid, no, not stupid, but not a man who could solve the puzzles of modern medicine. Just the ordinary Joe who drives your trucks and delivers your packages and yes, mops and waxes your floors, the bedrock of society in its way. Nothing to be ashamed of...but not exactly the face you'd expect to see on the savior of mankind!

Only...he was. He had to do it, try it, at least. And if Jason was cured...well, he knew then what he had to do. He came out and said, "I'm going to pay Jason a visit, Mom, back in maybe an hour."

"Okay, dear. Give her my love, your supper will be in the oven to reheat when you get back." Mom said.

Steeling his resolve, he went to Jason's apartment and knocked on the door. Jason's mother answered and her frazzled look gave him his opening. "Ms. Maple, I'm a friend of Jason. Why don't I keep an eye on him for a couple of hours and you catch a nap, you look like you need one."

Ms. Maple hugged him and cried on his shoulder and he comforted her, then she went to her own room. Harp went to Jason's room. Jason was sitting in bed, watching the television and he seemed to be all right at first glance. Medication worked on the symptoms for the first day or so, but did nothing to stop the disease's inexorable progress. "Hi, Harp."

"Hey, little buddy." Harp said. "I hear you're down with a bug."

"I'm going to die." Jason said with a matter-of-fact tone. He was an adorably cherub-faced boy, with the black hair that had a bluish shine when the light hit it the right way, the shining blue eyes and round cheeks framing a sweet smile of full and unmarred baby teeth in full bloom.

"No, Jason, you're not...." Harp began.

"Yes, I am." Jason said. "The doctor was nice about it, but I know, I'm going to die in another day or so. Mom's been crying ever since he talked to her. A lot of people have died. I'm next."

"No, you won't be." Harp said. "Jason, I need you to trust me. I have the cure, but it's going to hurt a little. I'll be gentle as I can."

Jason looked at his eyes and grew serious. "Okay." he said.

"You need to get your pajamas off." Harp said as he began to unbutton his own shirt. Jason watched him undress with wide eyes but he didn't say anything. Nude, Jason took a jar of Vaseline sitting on the nightstand and began to lubricate his cock.

"What are you doing?"

"You have to believe me, Jason. This is going to cure you, make you well. That's what Doctor Carbolic told me today, he had given me the power to cure anyone. But I have to do this. I'm doing it to help you, Jason. Please believe me, and help me."

"Okay." Jason wasn't foolish, he had been handed a death sentence and he wanted to live. He was Harp's friend, too. At Jason's behest, he lay back on the bed and lifted his legs high and Jason worked some Vaseline into his ass. He was grunting when that was done, and his little dick was stick up hard as a rock. It had felt good to the boy, his body was saying, and he grinned.

"Yeah, it can feel good if I can do it right. You have to want me to do this."

"Okay."

Harp crawled onto the bed proper (he had been leaning over it on his hands) and got between the young legs. Jason watched in awe as Harp aimed his rather ample equipment at the young ass and touched his nine-inch cock to the small anus. "Okay, Jason, here it comes. Relax as much as you can."

He pushed into the boy and Jason gasped and moaned. Harp got an inch or so of the shaft beneath the glans into the boy and paused. "How does that feel? Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh. Feels good." Jason said. "Doesn't hurt too much."

"The Vaseline is helping on that." Harp agreed. "Let me push in a little more." He wasn't going to embed his entire cock in the boy, he got another inch or so and stopped again, looked his query at Jason. Jason nodded, and Harp began to move.

Harp had never been into boys as sex objects, he was content to be a gay man who dated other men from time to time. But those had never quite worked out for him, even setting aside the fact his mother lived with him. But Jason....

His body exclaimed its joy to him in no uncertain terms. THIS is what he had been wanting all his life, to hold a young body in his arms and push his manhood in and give the most physical expression of love that a man could have. His own innocent association with the boy, playing video games with him and such, showed themselves as a form of sublimation of his desire to get closer to the cute young neighbor boy, to get so close as to love him.

He groaned and began to move faster. His pulse quickened, his need began to drive him and he pumped with increasing energy into the young boy lying beneath him.

Jason cried out and clung to him and the young body shook in his arms, writhing in the joy that Harp had lavished upon him.

Harp was seized with his lust and gripping the boy, he lifted the young buttocks up and rose up on his legs so that his toes were dug into the mattress and he was plunging into the boy's body with rapid rabbit-like strokes of frenetic thrusting at a speed that was almost enough to turn his hips into a blur of nonstop motion. His brain was wracked with the inexpressible joys not only of orgasm, but of the fact that was his ultimate desire made reality, that he had found his path to happiness, and that was in the loving of a young boy, and he groaned and gasped and climaxed noisily.

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-HUHHH, GUGHHHH-UHHHHHHH! HNNNNH, HNNNH, HNNNH, AH, AH, AH, ah, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His last syllable was a long sigh of released air that released as well all the tensions that he had labored with for the entirety of his life, he no longer had to wonder what he searched for, he had it, and knew it and now he only had to undertake the mission to make his happiness a constant in his life.

Ms. Maple's shocked gasp shattered his sense of serenity. His cock still imbedded in Jason's young ass, with Jason sweaty and panting under him, his sweat shining in the light of the bedroom lamp, and boh of them bare and what they had done was as obvious as an elephant in a Volkswagen.

"What have you done? Oh, my God, what have you done?" she gasped.

"He's saving my life." Jason said before Harp could find his words.

"Saving your life."

"It's true, Ms. Maple. Doctor Carbolic, the doctor I worked for, he injected me with the cure for the virus. He said all I had to do was make love to the boys and they would be cured. He said that."

Ms. Maple was confused and upset. Harp finally got her to agree to wait until the morning to do anything, see if Jason was better. Her son had a death sentence from the virus and she knew from her association with Harp's mom that he worked with scientists trying to find a cure, so she agreed though reluctantly to give him that long.

She was jubilant as she knocked on Harp's door the next morning. Jason's fever had broken and he was completely well, a bit weak still but improving more by the hour. She was a believer. Harp had cured her son.

Harp returned to his job at the laboratory in some confusion. He had to consider how to best handle this unique responsibility he'd had thrust up on him. Did he operate in total secrecy, a sexual predator and hope to not get caught? Did he tell everyone and hope that the population would believe and help him in his mission?

He got home to find that three women were parked out in his living room along with his mother. One was Ms. Maple, and she stood up as he entered and said, "Thank God you're home, Harp. This is Ava Ferrer and Georgia Mitchell. They need your help."

Ms. Ferrer spoke up, "My son Avery has come down with Bartok-9. Please, Harp, you have to help him like you helped little Jason. Avery is nine years old, please, I know what you have to do to help him but please, please, can you come help him!"

Ms. Mitchell jumped in, "I also need you to help my son Carl. He's in bed right now with a fever of over 102. And it's climbing, please, Harp, help my son, too!"

Harp's mother jumped in. "Harp, I know, we're asking a lot of you. I can't imagine how this has happened, but it has, and you have to do what you can to save as many children as you can. So many are dying so fast, Son, they can't wait for a shot to be developed. You have the power to cure, then know, Son, that I have nothing but love and want you to do all you can, as fast as you can."

"I see, Mom, I see." Harp said, his mind reeling. His own mother had just begged him to go out and fuck not one but two boys in the ass! He had an erection from all this, he reached down to adjust his crotch and the women followed his hand.

"You have the power." Ms. Maple said. "You have to use it. Never mind how it works, it works, that's all we care about."

"All right, Ms. Maple, Ms. Ferrer, Ms. Mitchell. I'll do what I can. Which one should I go to first?"

That set the two women squabbling, Ms. Maple intervened and asked symptoms and said to Harp. "Carl is sicker, he needs to be helped first. But get to Avery as soon after that as...you are able." she blushed at her circumlocution.

"Okay, I will." Harp said. "I'll go to Carl now and maybe Avery right after supper?"

"I'll make it for you right now." Mom rose.

With that, Harp followed Ms. Mitchell upstairs to her apartment.

Carl was lying in a bed, looking flushed and uncomfortable. The six-year-old boy's dark brown hair was wet and he was covered with a light sheen of sweat that made his body shine in the overhead light. Though younger than Jason, he was taller than Jason by almost a foot, he would be a large, powerful man when he grew up. If he did. Poor boy was pretty bad, he must have been down with the virus for over a day. Avery would be in this state by the morning, no doubt. Unless he could and did work the magic.

Ms. Mitchell fawned over her son, pulling the sheets off her son and then undressing him with brisk hands like a nurse working with an elderly patient to be bathed. She kept up a running jabber as she did, telling Carl that he was to do whatever Harp asked him to do and don't worry, it wouldn't be so bad, there was a jar of oil she used herself with her husband when she had to and would go fetch it right now.

Harp used that to speak to Carl alone who was looking at him warily. "It's okay, Carl, I know this is really weird, I hardly believe it myself. But the doctor at the lab said it would work and it worked on Jason, so what else can I say." He thought of Jason's reaction and added, "If you let yourself go, it can feel really good."

Ms. Mitchell came back, Harp met her at the door, took the bottle of lubricant and blocked her from coming back in. He set the bottle on the nightstand and began to undress himself.

Carl's eyes followed him as he pulled off each item of clothing. Harp's feet were large and lined with the tendons that reached from his ankles to his toes, with hair decorating the middle of each foot with an oval of scattered hairs. He removed his shirt to reveal his arms with biceps that flexed and swelled as he moved, from the size of an orange to a small bulge on his upper arms. His lower arms also held the scattering of brown hairs like his feet, and were a little thicker on the bottom third nearest his wrists. His tanktop came off next and the boy appraised with curious eyes the broad shoulders now fully revealed and stretching with their power down to the taut breasts which were squares of muscle tipped by his brown dabs of nipples, his abdominals were small but visible bumps in two rows from his ribs to his navel, there were two larger bulges of muscles atop his hips.

He undid his belt and pushed down his jeans and the boy next saw the hairy legs with the larger leg muscles flexing and pulsing as he stepped out of the jeans. His briefs were baggy and his cock jutted out the front of the briefs, while the balls were a loose pair of bulges inside the flimsy sack. Harp gripped the waistband of his briefs and shucked them down his body after the jeans and was nude. The boy saw the erect dong in all its glory and flushed.

"It's okay, I know it's big, but with enough oil, you can take the whole thing." Harp said soothingly as he squirted some of the oil onto his hand. "First, let's get some of this up your butt-flute."

Carl grinned at that and spread his long, slim legs for Harp who lubed and poked his index finger at the small tucker. Carl gasped as the finger touched him there, and Harp wormed it inside with some effort. "You have to relax, Carl, the more you relax now, the less it will hurt later."

Carl grinned feebly. "I guess so. Okay, I'll try." He did relax a good bit and Harp kept working until he had two fingers up the small bum, and was able to wriggle them fairly freely. He left it at that, the boy was looking faint.

"Okay, now I'll grease up my dong as much as I can get on it, and we'll give a stick of the prick to your chute of ick."

Carl chuckled but the boy was getting fainter. Harp got hastily into position and pushed into the boy gently as he could.

Carl moaned softly but didn't stir. Harp's lips to the boy's forehead told him the child was in the throes of fever.

He hastily began to move, telling himself that this was just what the boy needs, if he doesn't get it he'll die, Harp, you have to do it, you have to get your cock a humming and squirt in the biggest goddamned load you can as fast as you can.

The boy groaned and his little cock stiffened and Harp saw it and gripped it in his thumb and index finger and began to work it. The boy moaned and his body began to move slightly in an obvious attempt to help Harp fuck him.

Carl liked it. He was feeling lousy but he liked the feel. That was a hope Harp clung to and he thrust and bucked and closed his eyes and groaned and thought of this boy running around free and happy and all well again, all he had...to...do...was...COME!

"AHH-AHHH-AHHH, UHHH-GUNNNNH-UHHHHHHH!" Harp cried out as his orgasm assailed his brain. He shot his wads into the young bowels and Carl gave a soft moan, his little dick jerked in Harp's fingers, and he hoped that this meant the kid had had a climax.

Panting hard, he heard the door open and Ms. Mitchell came rushing in. "Did it work? Did you do it?"

"I finished." he said wearily, his massive chest still rising and falling. "The little fellow is asleep I think," he added, looking at the closed eyes of the now-still lad. "Let him rest and check his temperature again in a few minutes and we'll see if this worked."

"It's got to work, it has to!" Ms. Mitchell gabbled at Harp's last words. "It worked for Ms. Maple's boy, it has to work on Carl, it has to."

"I hope so, I really do." Harp agreed. "Please, Ms. Mitchell, I don't know much more about this than you do. Just that the doctor told me to do this to make boys well, and Jason is now well. Maybe Carl will get well now, too."

"Thank you, oh, thank you!" Ms. Mitchell gushed and hugged the naked, sweaty man's body with genuine relief. He had fucked her son, and she was grateful. What a weird world it had become!

He got up and dressed, Ms. Mitchell was tending to Carl, dressing him again and covering him up and putting a thermometer in the sleeping boy's mouth. He said his goodbye and went back home.

Mom and Ms. Maple watched every bite he ate, and Ms. Ferrer dropped by twice as he managed to eat. He finished, wiping his lips and said to Ms. Maple. "All right, I'm ready for Avery now."

The Ferrer's lived on the top floor, in an apartment three times the size of Harp's, and the living room was expansive. The Ferrers had money.

Avery had a room any nine-year-old boy would envy. Football memorabilia lined the walls, posters and a bed shaped like a football gridiron with the headboard and footboard holding goalposts on it. It gave the scene of the weary, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with shining blue eyes and a fair skin. He was only slightly ill, either he had been infected for a shorter time or had better medications to battle the fever, but he was agile and alert as Harp came in. Unlike Ms. Mitchell, Ms. Ferrer let the man in and left. The nightstand held both a tube of lubricant and (for God's sake!), a dildo shaped like a man's penis. What was he supposed to do with that?

Carl got onto all fours and he and Harp talked amiably while Harp crammed his lubricated fingers into the lad's bowels. He only gasped a time or two when Harp (unintentionally) was too rough, but Harp again worked him until the small bowels were flexible as possible and he said, "Okay, Avery, are you ready to let me stick my peter up your whoo-hoo?"

Avery chuckled as Harp had intended. "I guess I am. Going to be weird if people ask me about it and I have to tell them, though."

"I don't think it's anyone else's business. Besides, when you grow up, you'll have the same power to cure boys with your boner. That's what I need to do." Harp realized his mission in life had just defined itself. "I need to fuck as many boys as I can and then let them grow up and save the world. I'm just like...like John the Baptist. He introduced Jesus but wasn't Jesus himself."

"I'm not Jesus." Avery said.

"Yeah, I doubt Jesus ever fucked boys in the ass." Harp joked. Irreverent humor, it fitted what they were about to do.

Avery flipped onto his back which surprised Harp, he figured the boy would want to stay on all fours, but he gamely lifted the legs and Avery gripped Harp's waist with his feet in the small of Harp's back. As Harp pushed his cock at the young ass, Avery's legs pulled in tighter and helped Harp drive it into his young body pretty fast.

What had this boy done already in terms of sex with men? He seemed to be very knowledgeable here.

Avery saw his query. "I watched a lot of porn online." he explained. "I never done it before, but I know what I'm supposed to do."

"You're doing great." Harp agreed. "Now let me try to get off for a second time in less than two hours."

"Better eat a lot of oysters." Avery told him, then gasped as Harp's cock pushed in further. "Ooh, that does feel good. I'd hoped that was true, the guys in the movies seem to all like it, but I didn't know for sure."

"If it's done right, it can be good. Otherwise, it can hurt a lot." Harp agreed. "Now let me try to do this right."

Avery helped him all the way, his arms holding Harp's upper body and his legs the bottom, he was doing half of the work.

Harp had an idea and he held the boy to his body tightly and rolled over and with his legs off the bed, he pushed the two of them upright so that he was fucking the boy in his lap while sitting on the bed.

Avery groaned and began to bounce up and down on Harp's lap and Harp moaned. Jesus but this kid was a good fuck! He'd resigned himself to violating virginal asses, and probably would a lot, but some boys...some boys knew what was what already!

He lay back on the bed and Avery rode him like a cowboy on horseback, bobbing up and down like he was galloping on the prairie at full speed.

Climax climbed up Harp's back and he raised back up to grip the boy again and rolled them back over so he was on top and his cock loaded the young ass with a lot of hot, juicy vaccine-spooge. Harp groaned and fell back when he was done, panting hard, and Avery got out of bed and then licked Harp's cock clean of the jizz that had clung to him when he had pulled out.

"Just in case I need all of it to get better."

"You're already better than any boy I've ever met." Harp said with feeling. "I know when you're grown up, you'll be plugging a lot of boy asses as fast as you can get it into them."

"Set up a conveyor belt." agreed Avery and they laughed. He and Harp continued to joke as Harp dressed, then Harp walked out and into the living room.

Ms. Ferrer was waiting for him. "Thank you so much, Harp." she said, handing him an envelope. "You're a blessing in this cold world. Take this, and go out and cure as many boys as fast as you can. I'm just worried about what will happen when the word gets out to everyone, what will the people do? To you, and to my son Avery?"

Harp hadn't thought that far ahead. "I don't know, Ms. Ferrer." he said. "All I know is, I'm going to do my best."

He counted the money in the envelope while on the elevator. Ms. Ferrer had given him twenty-two hundred dollars. He had a feeling he would need it in the days to come.

She had him thinking, though. What would the government do when they learned about him? What would the world do, knowing that the U.S.A. had the only cure for Bartok-9?

He wasn't sure, but he had to try. After all, he was the man with the antiviral cock. A whole lot of boys needed vaccinating, and he was the only man who could do it.

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