It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was laying down, ass up, on my thin black leather mattress at the CH2.

Since discovering the pleasure of being penetrated by men, a month or so earlier, I was hooked, and Tuesday was my day off.

I always leave the door to my room open, and I usually leave a chalked message on the little blackboard at the toilet entrance:

*** Room 17, BB bottom ***

I learned that trick during my second week at the bathhouse, and by god, it had an effect!

So, here I was, lubed to the brim (a toothpaste style lube which I inserted and emptied in me), and horny as fuck!

I just finished my ritual poppers affirmations, and there comes an older man into my cell. Easily 60.

He immediately took off his towel and stepped in front of my face. There is nothing like seeing a cock, hard or hardening, half an inch from your eyeballs.

He was around 7 inches, perhaps 8, of gorgeous pink flesh.

I engulfed his mushroom head with my lips, paying delicate attention to his piss slit, making sure I wasn’t having his entire head in my mouth, yet!

A pleasure at the time!

I would make circles with the tip of my tongue around his slit, coaxing a drop of precum or even piss, if he just used the bathroom to pee, which was often the case.

Guys would go to pee and if they had to wait a minute, for their turn on a urinal, my message on the chalkboard was an enticement they would surely check out.

And so, I often had remnants of their piss on my lips.

Next, I would move an inch closer to his cock, and let him feel my lips, as dry as possible, graze down his cock helmet. The purpose of this was always the ridge of the head!

I live for the ridge, the area where shaft becomes head.

I would make sure my lips were BARELY touching his flesh. I always get a sigh from doing so.

Next, I would give a sigh letting him know how sexy his head was, majestically planted on his shaft, and I would take out the tip of my tongue and make the area below his head wet.

Wet and slimy, and all around.

I would pull back as if getting a look at his love stick, making sure a thread of saliva was connecting his cock and my mouth, dangling like a strand of a spider’s web in construction.

There is something erotic about saliva linking the receiver’s mouth and the provider’s cock

By then, this man was sporting a raging hard on and I felt proud of my work. He quickly tapped my head and positioned himself between my legs, and he was facing my ass.

And as usually, a few seconds later, my anal ring would get probed by his cock.

But not this time!

He went to his knees between my legs, and reached out for my wrists. I gave him both hands and he crossed them over my lower back.

He asked me if it was ok to tie my wrists and I replied that I liked to inhale poppers, so this was not my ideal thing to do. He was polite about it, and in fact, he seemed over-polite in his tender tone and demeanor.

He then explained that he was positive, and that if I was ok with it, he would just lick and eat my ass. I lifted my ass slightly, as I was always a glutton for someone eating me out.

He understood my invitation and went down on my ass immediately.

Oh boy, was I in for a treat!

He asked me if I would let him have the pillow under my head, and he slid it under me, lifting my butt further up.

He took both my ass cheeks and spread them apart— ever so softly!

He began kissing and nibbling on muscles along my butt cheeks I didn’t even know I had!

He played circles with his expert tongue along my inner thighs, as he kept telling me to take a good hit on my bottle of Rush. Which I did every time.

Then he separated my ass cheeks even further, exposing my anus.

He said something about how much he loved a baby smooth butt, but by then I was in a trance where his tongue was a pendulum hypnotizing my entire being.

Without ever touching my anus (yet), he circled my sphincter with the tip of his tongue so masterfully that I moaned along his rotational skills.

He spread me even further and said something about how he could “see” the rubberband of my anal ring and how it turned him on.

He pinched my anal “rubberband” with his lips, and I remember I shuddered!

He repeated this and kept saying something like “north” or “south” as he kept pinching and pulling on my ring. He did this for at least twenty minutes and by then I had forgotten all about his HIV status.

He kept praising my ass and— almost as if talking to himself, he was creating this map of my anus in his mind.

I kept hearing cardinal points and chuckles, as he was lifting me to cloud nine.

And then I remember him saying “center!” and the tip of his tongue darted into my throbbing behind.

He pressed his entire mug in my ass, and I moaned so hard, I thought security would knock my door down.

He began to suckle my asshole inside-out, like someone who just put on a sock with the logo inside.

He slowly slid a finger in me, and promptly created a hook of sorts with it, at one of his knuckles. He playfully kept pulling my ass outwards with his “hook” and at the same time, he kept rimming my sphincter.

I then heard him put on a condom and in my mind, I wanted him bare but let destiny flow its course.

He whispered into my ear how beautiful I was to him and that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me in his life. His tone was ever so sweet, so paused, so positive.

I took a double hit of poppers and he cordially said it didn’t do him any effect.

As he began penetrating me, I touched back to check if he was wrapping, but in my mind I was not going to say anything if he wasn’t.

He immediately reassured me it was safe, and he even pulled a second condom on his nice eight inch pole.

He penetrated me in the same way he had eaten my butt. He kissed my neck and earlobes as his body, much heavier than mine, pinned me to the mattress.

He smelled delicious!

He began twirling his tongue into my ear as he began to thrust harder into me.

He said “I would pamper you all my life” a dozen times, until we heard a plastic sound of breakage inside my rectum. I didn’t move but he politely removed himself from me, and said that both his condoms had ripped and were now acting as cock rings.

He kinda expected me to do something but I was too high to even care. I remember I said something like “don’t go” or “don’t go get new ones” and he replied with his body pinning me down again.

I knew that his penis was now wearing two plastic rings, somewhere along his shaft. Perhaps one of them was tightening his ridge, right under his gorgeous helmet. He would fuck me much longer!

He kept fucking and whispering love words into my ears, but as my head cleared between poppers, it was obvious in my mind that he had made cuts in his rubbers, long before he even stepped into my room.

Still, I loved it!

I wiggled and squirmed when he finally came in me, and he stayed inside me, lullabies behind my neck, and nibbles and snuggles around my shoulders.

I fell asleep with him on me, and when I woke up, I was alone.

He left me his two condoms on the nightstand, which I promptly discarded.

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