One of the games Vince and I sometimes play in the backrooms is pretty sick, I suppose, but it’s our favourite.
Now, Vince has been poz for years, and I’ve no idea what I am, but we look for some guy we both like and get him worked up enough to talk a bit dirty and play around. Vince is good for this because he’s got a bloody big cock and a good body, and he can get his great dong up, too. He’s got this technique of jamming it up against our playmate's arsehole until the guy either give in or makes his escape. To play the game we have to get the guy worked up enough to want to fuck like hell and so I have him slurping at my dick, bent down between us and everything, and when he's in position, the trick is to get the guy's trousers down round his ankles and his arse forced-up against Vince’s crotch and, of course, Vince's monster cock. And that’s when I’ll bend down and ask the chappie if he’s enjoying my cock riding in his throat and does he want to play a little game? We call it dareback.
When it works, his head will bob up through the cloud of poppers we keep him breathing in and he’ll nod or croak ‘yes’ or something and then I tell him what we want to do to him and he gets his chance to back out. I tell him the huge fucker behind him, grasping his hips and waiting to split his arse wide open, is poz, that he never uses rubbers but loves creaming arseholes. Vince usually primes the hole with lube round now, spreading it round with his cock head. I’ll press my mouth against our playmate’s sweaty ear and tell him I’m going to fuck his throat and his job is to blow my cock like his life really did depend on it. The guy usually starts sucking me harder right away, then, but I draw out a bit and tell him, crushing the poppers back against his sticky nose, that to make sure he does it just right my mate’s going to raw-fuck his hole while I fuck his throat and he damn well better make sure that I cum first because that’s the only way Vince is going to slop that cock out of that hole without cumming his poz-load inside. I’ll squeeze the poppers tighter into his nose as he tries to think.
Some break away, and no hard feelings, but a lot don’t by then though, even the guys who let go of my prick long enough to whine that they don’t know because they’re neg. Those are the best, frankly, the negs, and the ones who most often win because I get so excited I shoot my wad down their furiously sucking throats in no time. Some lose, though, and get a gutful of Vince’s sickload instead, but what the fuck? – the guy got his chance. Still, sometimes it’s touch and go. There was one youngster too stoned or too randy to think straight just the other night. The game was on. We’d had the pratting about with his doubts and the fact that he was neg and I knew Vince’s balls were bursting at the thought of the firm little rump that fitted in his two hands and pressed against his dick. Facing him over the kid’s half-uncovered back I looked at him and he smiled, begging me to let him at that healthy arse. He’d already lubed the hole and was rubbing his great tool up and down, up and down, against the wet, pale skin. Fact was, though, I’d cum about ten minutes before and at my age I need more of a rest. But Vince is my best mate, right? So, I slip my spongy cock into the lips and through the young kid’s mouth which starts pounding away to get me off asap and literally save his arse. This half blocked the scream he gave as a whooping Vince rolled back his foreskin and ploughed his dripping great wanger into the arsehole at last and began hammering so damned hard I had to brace, bumping against a busy couple behind us in the dark. Fucking cruel, Vince can be. I thought the boy might have picked up the smell of the arse I’d poked when I’d cum, or at least the sticky residue left over from my load, but then again the poppers that I kept glued to his heaving nostrils probably wiped out any chance of that. My knob did respond to the bucking, sucking mouth. The little feller was good. But I’d known from the start he’d lost this one. And sure enough I soon heard Vince sigh and grunt a bit, and glancing up I saw him close his eyes, shake his head and grin at me as he slouched forward, gasping, banging his hips solidly against the arsecheeks and then standing stock still, and I knew that a full pozload had been pumped deep into that slimy hole for the first time. It was all up. Too late for our little volunteer, I realised, and slipped my semi-boner out of the clinging, desperately sucking mouth. We left him reeling a bit and whipped our trousers up. I patted the stunned creature on the head but we were out of there before he could say much. But Christ did I beat off when we got home.
