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"Looking up at Ivan, he had a sweet, yet evil smile on his face." K C said.  "I could feel his pierced cock at the entrance to my ass and without warning, he thrust himself inside.  Already, the assault was breaking blood vessels as he thrust inch after inch of his diseased cock, causing further pain, but I knew with that pain, my hole was becoming fertile ground for the AIDS he'd deliver.  Ivan was deeper in me than any man had been and still had 2" more to fill me with.  Soon enough, I felt Ivan's balls against my ass cheeks and he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist and began fucking me.  While he clearly fucked with the intention of infecting me, there was a tenderness that I found surprising and the look on his face was one of contentment.  The pain I'd felt during penetration was gone and I now felt blissfully filled and instinctively, I worked my buttmuscles to give both us us maximum pleasure.  I was barely able to make out Mickey, kneeling behind Ivan, face buried in his ass, eating frantically and knowing how happy the 3 of us were enhanced the scene.  Maybe 10 minutes later, I felt Ivan's cock throb as he started pounding my ass again."

His face contorted, Ivan proclaimed, "I'm cumming...infecting you!"  Eight times, Ivan's cock spasmed, sending volleys of his AIDS seed deep in my ass.  In my mind, the scorpion on Ivan's cock was alive, filling me with venom.  "Don't worry, I take viagra so I stay hard and don't need to pull out and you'll be getting 2 more loads of poison from me.  Three loads is my standard pozzing procedure because as they say, 'third time is the charm.'  Although, one guy was too sore after the first breeding and yet, he still tested poz.  K C, you have an amazing ass!  So tight, wet, warm and so fuckin responsive!  Ready for round 2, guys.  Mickey, get your tongue back in my ass!  You eat it like a condemned man having his last meal!"

"Rounds 2 and 3 went much as the 1st round, but there seemed to be a growing connection.  I couldn't be sure if Ivan was meshing with Mickey and myself on a personal level or if it was just him knocking me up." K C said.

With a final, brutal thrust, Ivan announced, "Load 3!  Fucked and pozzed!"  Pulling out of my ass, Ivan's cock was coated with his cum, my assjuices and some of my blood.  Mickey licked it clean and shared it with me in a kiss.  "There's fresh blood on the cloth!  We both did good!"  Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan took out a buttplug, twirled it around the bit of his venom at my hole and pushed it inside me.  "Don't remove this until tomorrow and it should come out clean.  We'll use it on Mickey tomorrow night!  I've done a lot of fucking in my life, most of it not infecting, but overall, K C, your ass is in the top 10 list!  I'll text Boris to come get me.  Any comments or questions while we wait?"

"Of course, tonight was wonderful and actually beyond my expectations." K C said.  "Just as you said, the initial penetration was painful, making my ass fertile ground and while you did fuck to infect, it felt like you were sharing a part of you, unless I'm reading more into this than what actually happened." 

"You're absolutely right and I never realized it until you pointed it out!" Ivan said with a broad grin. "Every time I've pozzed a guy, it was to infect and nothing more, no emotional connection, just ass and cock.  With you, it's like you were giving yourself to me, asking for something within me and when I gave it to you, you gave me something in return.  Don't worry, Mickey, I'm expecting the same from you and I know you won't disappoint!"

"If you don't mind and it's not prying, I have a question."  Mickey chimed in.  "How did you get into pozzing guys?  The very concept of gifting is quite intriguing."

"Nobody's ever asked me that before and until tonight, I had no reason to discuss it." Ivan confessed.  "This goes back to Theo's visit.  After he bred me, that first night, he told me how Bob pozzing him created a bond between them and that they were a friends with benefits couple, free to fuck around with other men.  Knowing I'd come down with the fuckflu, I asked Theo run my shop and have Bob come down and stay with us.  Bob was on a flight the next day and seeing him in the flesh, he did look like he could be my older brother.  For the next few nights, both Theo and Bob fucked me and a few weeks later, when my fuckflu hit, Bob looked after me and Theo ran my store.  When I felt well enough, Theo put a scorpion tat on my cock and the same on Bob and that became our Family Crest and I promised no other man would get that ink.  A few weeks later, a cute twink came in for a tramp stamp, a picture of a pig with CUM written across in black lettering.  Holding a mirror, I showed him the finished project and said that should get results.  'Hardly the results I'm looking for!  Every top in this fuckin town is either neg and on prep or poz and undetectable!  What's a chaser to do to get knocked up?'  Having seen a tease of his hot ass, I dropped my shorts and told him to chase here!  His eyes lit up and he said, 'If you're serious, just say when and where!'  I advised him to let his ink heal and we could do it in the apartment above my shop, but there'd be no turning back.  Sure enough, 2 weeks later he was in my sling begging to be knocked up.  After 3 weeks, he was down with the bugflu and an OraQuick test confirmed it.  I told him to come to my shop when he felt better and we'd do something to celebrate his new status.  I was itching to try something new with my hair and I told my guy to dye it neon blue with red tips.  The twink comes back to my shop and I offer a free tat that could act as a billboard for my pozzing services.  He asked for a scorpion tat in his dick like mine, but I tell him that's reserved for family.  I suggest a bio haz above his pubes and he says it should be the colors of my hair, which is now my signature.  He bought 3 more chasers to me and I found that pozzing guys gave me a thrill.  Of course, tonight was beyond thrilling."  Just then, his phone chirped.  "Boris is here!"

Mickey used his phone to open the gates and he walked Ivan downstairs.  "I loved the look on K C's face when you were in him ballsdeep.  Hoping to have the same look on my face tomorrow!"

"Oh, you will!" Ivan assured him as he walked out the door to the awaiting car.

The next night was pretty much the same, this time with Mickey getting 3 loads of Ivan's venom.  After plugging Mickey's hole, K C led Ivan downstairs where Boris awaited.  Back upstairs the 2 of them rolled around in bed, passionately kissing until they were exhausted and fell asleep.

Ironically, 18 days later they both woke up to what had to be a fuckflu...sheets soaked in sweat, high fever, swollen glands, puking...the works.  As instructed, they sent a text to Boris and OraQuick tests confirmed they were both poz.  Boris drove them to Ivan's house and cared for them.  Once they were well enough. he drove them to the back entrance of Ivan's shop where they got their tats.

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3 minutes ago, endowed said:

I love to get rimmed but I can't find anyone who is willing to do it.  I would never force someone to do it, though.

As long as I have a face, you'd always have a place to sit!

My first time was at Club NYC on August 26, 1977...I'm sure of the date because it was my 18th birthday.  I'd had a 3 month fling with my first man...including a few 3 somes and he suggested I go and try out my wings.  At first, I was a bit nervous, but by the time I stripped and wrapped a towel around my waist, that disappeared and I was like a kid in a candy store.  Remembering the words of wisdom my first man had shared with me...."Sexy comes in all shapes, sizes and colors!" I was faced with a vast menu of men and I intended to feast!  I had men of all races, some tops, some bottoms and eventually met my goal of 19 men and I left there, a newly minted SLUT.  Back then, there were many bathhouses in NYC and I frequented most of them.

Nipple piercings are more painful than a Prince Albert, but both are over with quickly.  You do have nice material to work with!

Man, you'd FEEL good with my tongue up yer asshole...it's long and I know how to use it!  Hope your boy knows the pleasure of eating your ass because there's no better inspiration!  Feel free to pm me....I only bite on request!

When my ex called out of the blue and told me he was poz and I should get tested.  I've NEVER had a condom on/in me so I wasn't surprised that my results were full blown.  About an hour later, I fucked my first chaser and when he got the fuckflu, he called me to let me know and also he wanted a 'topoff'!

If you think parking your arse on his face and telling him would be too much, show him and let him feel your tongue eating him.  Personally, they don't call me RIMBO for nothing!

"K C's card was the 10 of diamonds and mine was the 7 of clubs." Mickey said.  "I wished K C luck and said I'd enjoy watching.  That's when Ivan chimed in, saying since we were lovers, I shouldn't be a mere spectator!"

"Together, we walked upstairs to our bedroom, where we all got naked, the 3 of us hard." K C said.  "Up close, Ivan's cock was more than impressive and as it throbbed, the scorpion on his shaft seemed alive!  Would you like to use my toothbrush to rough up the insides of my hole?"

Ivan squeezed K C's ass.  "Ordinarily, that's what I do, but in the brief time I've been with you men, I think this should be more intimate.  Unless you have any objections, I'll use my teeth to open a few blood vessels.  My PA will also do some tearing and being that spit is the only lube you'll get, the initial penetration will be rough and painful.  That's what I call making fertile ground.  Again, with you there's a need for intimacy, so once I'm balls deep in you, I'll give you a fuck you'll enjoy until I'm close to climax and then, I won't be as gentle!"  Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan pulled out a black towel and a large white cloth with multiple bloodstains.  "So far, this is the blood of 10 men I've knocked up.  Between tonight and tomorrow, it'll make an even dozen!"  He put the towel and the cloth on the bed.  "K C, get on the bed, on your back and suck my toxic cock while I literally eat your neg ass!  Mickey, get next to K C and do what feels right!"  The 2 men followed instructions and Ivan got on top of K C in the 69 position.  K C's mouth engulfed Ivan's cock, slobbering all over it, while Ivan planted his face in K C's ass.  Licking his crack, he found it quite tasty and it had been Ivan's experience that a tasty ass was always a fuckable ass.  Inserting his tongue, he could feel K C's buttmuscles responding and his juices flowing.  Mickey gently worked K C's nips.  It was a scene of carnal bliss.  Using his hands to spread K C's buttocks, Ivan buried his face in the sweet black hole and bit down twice.  The taste of blood was unmistakable and the ground was now fertile.  "Let the breeding begin!" He exclaimed, as he left K C's ass and removed his spitsoaked cock from K C's mouth.

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For anyone who believes the "you're the only one" line...I have a bridge in Brooklyn for sale!

Call me a blowjob purist....cum MUST go in mouth!

Reaching over Tim, K C squeezed Mickey's thigh.  "With our decision made, we went to our bedroom where we fucked each other repeatedly, to complete exhaustion, our last fucks as neg men, even if conversion took time." He said. "The next day was filled with excitement and anticipation and while we playfully felt each other up, there was no fucking.  After dinner, we both did thorough cleanings.  Ivan called at 9:30 to let us know he was on his way and that his assistant, Boris would be dropping him off.  The doorbell rang shortly before 10:00 and Mickey went with me to greet our guest.  Dressed in white shorts and a white tee, at 6' weighing 170#, covered in tats, with piercing blue eyes and a blond buzzcut, Ivan cut a fine figure.  He carried a black knapsack."

"We ushered him into the parlor and the 3 of us sat where we're sitting right now and we exchanged handshakes." Mickey said.  "I thanked him for agreeing to this and told him how excited we both were.  Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan took out 2 OraQuick tests, saying 'it's best to make sure we're both neg'  K C and I each swabbed our cheeks and Ivan set a timer on his phone.  Ivan suggested we 'get acquainted while we wait'"

K C chimed in and said. "Ivan, at the risk of prying, how did you get knocked up?  Were you chasing, stealthed or just the luck of the draw? 'I need to give you the backstory' Ivan said.  'The man who gave me my start in the business was an older bear by the name of Theo and to describe him as merely hairy is an understatement.  In short order, we became coworkers and friends with benefits.  Both of us shameless barebackers and versatile, not to mention a dislike for monogamy, life was good.  Fast forward a few years, I wanted a shop of my own and the last thing I wanted was to be competition, so I looked for a shop out of state.  The ad for the shop I own now caught my eye and because the current owner had suffered a stroke, he was eager to make a deal if I approved.  I drove down the next day, taking my books with me and he was impressed with my work.  Next, his wife drove to the shop with me and everything seemed to be in good condition.  Back at the owner's place he told me that I could expect a fair amount of steady work from the biker crowd and when I told him I'm gay, he said it shouldn't be an issue.  I wrote out a check for the deposit and squeezed his shoulder to seal the deal.  Two weeks later, I was back with a certified check and the lease was now in my name.  Unexpectedly, the sign didn't cost me anything, because the guy wanted to get into ink, ass well as into my pants.  Theo and I parted on good terms and we'd kept in touch through e-mail and the occasional phone call.  Getting up in years, Theo decided to sell the shop and retire.  Just about a year ago, Theo calls and asks if he can come down for a visit in the next few days.  I tell him there's room in my bed and in my ass and we agree on him visiting in 2 days.  Theo walked into my shop 2 nights later, just as I was finishing a tribal design on one of my biker regulars.  I explained to him how Theo gave me my start and I wanted him to see it, so the guy showed it to him, complimenting me on my usual fabulous work.  Theo said he was proud as I wrapped the guy's arm, collected my fee and gave him the cleaning supplies.  Something had changed in Theo.  His gut was gone and it was now solid muscle.  Needless to say, I liked what I saw.  Locking up the shop, I took Theo to grab a burger and then back to my place.  Once inside, I told him he was looking good and asked if he was feeling nostalgic or there was another reason for his visit.  He shocked me when he said it was partly nostalgic, but also business.  Theo, as hairy as you are there's only one place for ink on your body and that would be your cock!  I nearly fell to the floor when he said I was right.  Then, he says he wants a scorpion there.  I got beer for the 2 of us and Theo told me the reason.  Having deprived himself of a proper vacation for too many years, he decided to go to Provincetown for a 2 month stay.  The owner seemed nice when they spoke on the phone and said he'd enjoy the company, since most guests only stayed for the weekends.  Provincetown, being a gay Mecca, Theo had hopes for a slutcation and he wasn't to be disappointed.  Arriving when most if not all the guests were at dinner, Theo rang the doorbell.  Never one to be ashamed of his fur, he'd removed his tanktop and tucked it in the waistband of his shorts.  Seconds later, the owner answered the doorbell, dressed in skimpy white shorts and a t-shirt adorned with a bright red bio haz.  The owner said 'WOOF', Theo said 'OINK' and they hugged.  'I'm Bob, and this is my cottage of lust!  You must be Theo.  There's been a last second change in your accommodations.  For tonight at least, you'll be sleeping in my bed, that is if we sleep at all!  If you're not satisfied, the room you've booked will be available starting tomorrow.' Theo tells me that Bob could be my older brother and then he takes his phone and shows me a pic.  I see a definite resemblance and the, he shows me a pic of a fat cock, saying 'This is the cock that pozzed me!'  Again, he asks if I'll do a scorpion tat on his cock and I agree on the condition that he uses that cock to poz me!"  Just then, the timer on Ivan's phone dings and he looks at the tests.  Congratulations, you're both neg..for now!"  Reaching into his knapsack, he extracts a deck of cards and fans them out.  "Each of you pick a card and high card goes first!"

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HOT start!

I've always been 50/50 vers and when I'm into a guy, I'm willing to let him decide what goes where.

Perfection doesn't exist, so I don't bother seeking it.  What attracts me to a man is that he's comfortable in his own shoes and he knows what he wants and that he thinks I can give it to him.

I was 17 and met him on the beach, he was 28.  Went to his place and that 1st time I took about half of his 7" in my mouth, but he said I was a natural born cocksucker.  Fast forward 3 weeks and my nose hit his bush.  He was also the guy who took my cherry that 1st week.

Stroking his beard, K C continued,  "I've been going to the same gym for years and I noticed a new guy, Asian, toned heavily tatted.  Definitely gay but no sexual attraction between us.  His ink had me intrigued and we had some nice discussions.  Oh yeah, his name is Lee and he was looking to get more ink, but I didn't know any tattoo artists.  For a few weeks, there was no sign of Lee and I figured he was away.  I'm on a bench, doing presses when Lee is back and he approaches me.  Done with my reps, I take a break and Lee tells me he has some new ink, lowering his left sock to reveal a dragon tat on his calf.  He says there's something else, but it needs to bee seen in private, so we arrange to meet in the locker room in 15 minutes.  I asked where he was and he said he'd been 'under the weather'.  My workout finished, I head to the locker room to find Lee waiting for me.  Looking around, he's satisfied that no one is around and he lowers his shorts a bit.  Just above his pubes is a bio haz tat, in neon blue, outlined in red.  I suggest we discuss it  in private over coffee after I've showered.  Fifteen minutes later, we're in the local coffee shop at a quiet table.  So, 'under the weather' is code for fuckflu which made us both laugh.  Lee had found Ivan's ad in a local gay rag and booked an appointment to get the dragon tat done.  Unbeknownst to Lee, Ivan had seen him at a sex party, hooded, in a sling and getting fucked bareback by man after man.  Lee didn't even flinch when Ivan told him what he saw.  He also said we wasn't on PrEP and wasn't poz....yet.  That's when Ivan dropped his pants to reveal what he calls his 'weapon of mass infection', 12.5" of thickly veined AIDS cock, with a scorpion tat along the shaft, offering to get the deed done.  A few nights later, Lee was in Ivan's sling, getting fucked repeatedly.  Just as promised, Lee came down with the fuckflu and when Boris came to take him, he got confirmation with a home test.  Hearing this made my cock throb and Lee gave me Ivan's number and said it would be okay to use him as a reference!"

Mickey put his hand on Tim's scorpion tat and said, "That night, after dinner, K C said we need to have a serious talk.  He told me how some POZ guys can go to great lengths to hide their status and thinking about it, I had to agree.  Next, he mentioned that POZ men can be just as hot as neg men, maybe even hotter and rather than relying on the luck of the draw, it might be best for the 2 of us to knowingly get knocked up.  Both of us were hard and when he told me how Lee was knocked up by Ivan, I suggested we call Ivan before making a definite decision.  K C called Ivan and left a message, using Lee as a reference.  An hour later, Ivan returned the call, definitely interested as he'd never infected a couple.  We logged onto the web so we could have a cam session.  Granted, he's a bit rough around the edges and heavily inked, but he was still hot and that cock helped us make up our minds.  Understanding my high profile job, Ivan assured us he'd be discreet.  He'd come to us the next night and we'd both need to be cleaned out before deciding who'd get Ivan's venom first!"

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Let me be brutally honest and say you're one FUCKIN HOT MAN!  Yes, the QUEER community is far from perfect and maybe guys think you're out of their league but I've seen enough frogs to know when I spot a prince!

I met 2 of my fuckbuds online and both became friends with benefits.  Often, you'll know you want something more than a hookup during the first encounter.  Discussing his needs and yours can enhance the experience.  Foreplay is important and afterplay makes it more than a hookup.  A followup call or text can go a long way in establishing a connection.

When you've got it....flaunt it!  Need some nudes!

"It's probably best if I give you the Reader's Digest version of how this sweet, sexy man came into my life." Mickey said. "It was just about 3 years ago and I was an ADA.  At that time, I was only out to my boss and he assigned me to a gay bashing case.  K C was scheduled to testify and we met to prepare for the trial.  That dazzling smile of his had me hooked instantly.  When he took the stand, I covered my crotch with a folder to conceal my hardon!  The jury returned a guilty verdict in less than an hour.  We shook hand on the way out of court and I cursed myself for not taking things further." 

Chiming in, K C said, "You weren't the only one who cursed yourself!  Mickey's eyes are so intense and that unibrow of his frames them perfectly.  Wrongly, I thought a man as sexy as him couldn't be single.  A month went by and I gathered up the courage to go to his office and ask him out on a date.  When he said 'yes', my heart fluttered and I was walking on air."

Mickey reached over and stroked K C's shoulder.  "No mere date, it was a night of magic!  When he gave me the address, I figured he must be housesitting, but when I arrived and he told me how he came to live here, it made me admire him.  The next pleasant surprise was that he cooked dinner.  An arroz con pollo that would make my Abuela jealous!"

Grinning like a cheshire cat, K C continued.  "My parents took me to Puerto Rico for 3 weeks when I graduated 8th grade.  Every night we ate dinner at the same place and every night I ordered arroz con pollo.  One night, the woman who was the cook, an Abuela herself took me into the kitchen and showed me how it's done.  Of course, Mickey was, is and always will be the tastiest dish!  After that night, we started dating every weekend and eventually, we added a few nights during the week.  Quickly, we became an item.  With both of us being negative, condoms were never an issue and fucking bareback added intimacy."

"The lease on my apartment was set to expire in 2 months and when K C suggested I move in with him, I knew it was time to have the talk."  Mickey said.  "I told him that I was happy with him, but I didn't know how long I could remain monogamous."

"His fears were put to rest when I confessed to having the same issue!" K C said, proudly. "That's when I suggested we have an occasional third who would be discrete and have proof of neg status.  Over the years, there's been 4 guys for a night or 2, but nothing more.  Which brings us to our tats!"

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I was taught if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing!

As they entered the foyer, Tim immediately recognized the man who was there to greet them.  If any man epitomized 'swarthy', it was him.  He stood at 5'8", a dark skinned Latino, slicked back hair, a Fu Manchu mustache and a sexy unibrow.  Clad in red basketball shorts and a white t-shirt, he oozed sex appeal.  "DA Suarez, it's an honor to meet you!  I was at one of your rallies and your commitment to be a strong ally to the gay community impressed me so much that I made a contribution to your campaign.  Not only have you kept your word, but you're even sexier up close!  Looking back, K C was on the stage with you, but he had an old school afro then.  My name's Tim, by the way." He said, extending his hand.

"Call me Mickey!" He said, briefly shaking Tim's hand before leaning in for a kiss.  They swapped spit for a minute.  "When he told me you're a sexy stud, K C neglected to mention your hot body and what a wonderful kisser you are!"

K C fondled Tim's furry butt cheeks.  "Let's step into the parlor where we can relax."  Mickey and K C each put an arm around Tim's waist, leading him into the parlor where they sat on an overstuffed leather sofa, with Tim between them.  "No need for Tim to be the only naked man here.  Strip!"

In less than a minute, K C and Mickey were both naked.  Tim's hands were grabbed and placed on their throbbing cocks.  Looking down to his left, K C's cock was a solid uncut 7" and thick as the proverbial beercan, his foreskin bunched around his cockhead and smooth balls.  On his right, Mickey was blessed with 9" of intact cock, his shroud of foreskin fully covering his cockhead and hairy bullnuts.  Something both men had in common were biohaz tats in neon blue with red outlining, which he knew to be Ivan's signature colors.  "What beautiful uncut cocks you both have!"  Tim said, licking his lips as he felt his hole twitch.  "Now, it's obvious why my ink was so attractive!  Ivan seems to be a common link between the 3 of us!  Just by chance, I went to him for my TIM logo and when he asked if I was poz, I said, 'not yet'.  That's when the nasty Russian dropped his pants, showed me his pierced cock and said he'd guarantee to get the job done.  A week later, I was at his place and spent hours with his cock wrecking my ass.  The fuckflu hit about 3 weeks later and Ivan's assistant, Boris nursed me through it.  He did my scorpion tat when I was back on my feet.  So, how did you 2 earn your tats?"

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"My name is Detective K C Long, that's the initials K and C and I'm here to help!"  A rich baritone voice said, shining a flashlight to illuminate his gold shield.  Standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs, with a shaved head, close cropped beard and mustache, skin the color of dark chocolate, Detective Long was a mountain of a man.  Slab pecs were clearly visible beneath his black t-shirt and his massive biceps strained the sleeves as he brought the flashlight up to reveal himself.  "Did you get a look at him?  What did he take?  Are you okay?  By the way, I'm the only 'out' cop on the force, so when something happens in the gayborhood, I get the call, so you can tell me anything!  Let's start with your name."

Best described as a ginger otter, Tim Schmidt was 5'11", with short, wavy, bright red hair, a goatee, weighing 165 lbs, with sparkling green eyes, which he blinked, mesmerized by the sight of the mangod standing over him.  "I'm Tim Schmidt.  The punk had a bandana around his mouth and he was wearing a hoodie, so I couldn't see much.  He got $80 in cash, my license and the keys to my condo.  I was walking home from the Double Deuce, when he came up behind me, held a knife to my throat and dragged me here.  I did have the presence of mind to toss me cell phone in the bushes.  He punched me in the gut and before I went down, I managed to jab him in the eye with my elbow.  Other than being scraped, sore and slightly out of it, I guess I'm okay.  Fuck, I'm naked!"

Running his flashlight over Tim's body, Detective Long was impressed by what he saw, that bright red fur and even flaccid, his uncut cock was something to be proud of.  "Tim, you have nothing to be ashamed of!  I'm not a bar person, but if I'd been at the Double Deuce, you would've left with me.  Since as you say, you're slightly out of it, I don't advise you being alone tonight, so unless you have someone to stay with, I'll take you home with me, where my lover can help me take care of you." K C said, as he noticed 2 tattoos below Tim's pecs.  "Nice ink!  I know the scorpion is Ivan's work.  Did he do the TIM logo too?" 

His face a bright shade of crimson, Tim confessed, "Well, it was the TIM logo that led to the scorpion.  As long as I'm going home with you, we can discuss that later.  Can you see where my cell phone is?  I'd like to call my building manager to see about getting my lock changed."

Shining his flashlight at the bushes, K C said, "There it is.  We have a 24 hour locksmith we deal with and it'll be taken care of.  If you give me your address, I'll also have a squad car sent over so any sketchy people will be scared away!"  Bending down, he retrieved Tim's phone and handed it to him.  "Here it is."

"I'm at 66 Bedford, unit 510." Tim said.  "No damage to my phone, so I'll get in touch with my building manager."  Scrolling through the directory, he hit speed dial for the appropriate number.  "Sorry to wake you Walt, but I was mugged and the guy got the keys to my condo.  A nice Detective will be seeing to getting my lock changed and he's also sending a squad car to keep the area safe.  I won't be coming home tonight, but I'll see you tomorrow and I'll find a way to make up for this trouble."  As K C, reached for the phone, Tim said, "The detective would like to speak to you."

"Detective Long here!"  K C exclaimed.  "I'll have the locksmith there within 30 minutes and there'll be no charge.  As you might expect, Tim's a bit traumatized and I think it's best if he's not alone tonight.  Not to worry, he'll be in good hands.  We'll see you tomorrow.  Shall I put him back on the line?  Okay, thank you.  Walt says he'll see us tomorrow.  Let's get you out of here!" K C said, handing Tim his phone and picking him up as though he weighed nothing.  Carrying him out of the alley, he opened the passenger door, setting Tim down on the seat.  From the back seat, K C retrieved a pair of shorts.  Tossing them at Tim, he said, "They're a bit sweaty, but these should fit you.  I need to call the station and get the squad car and the locksmith taken care of.  Give me a few minutes and we'll be on our way."

Rather than put on K C's shorts, Tim brought them to his nose inhaling the crotch deeply.  Heavily into manfunk, Tim immersed himself in K C's masculine, sweaty musk.  Hopefully, he'd get the opportunity to sniff from the source.

"All set!"  K C announced as he got into the driver's seat.  Noticing his shorts on Tim's face, he said, "If you're not going to wear them, I'm glad you're enjoying them!  I called my lover and told him to expect a sexy stud to be joining us!"

"Don't go yet." Tim said, pulling K C's face to his and kissing him on the cheek.  "Forgive me for being forward, but it's not every day that a handsome mangod comes to my rescue and I couldn't resist!"

"The only thing to forgive is that it wasn't a proper kiss!"  K C said, bringing Tim's face to his and using his tongue to part his lips.  For the next 2 minutes, they kissed passionately, only stopping because they were in public.  Looking down, it was impossible for K C not to notice Tim's throbbing hardon, the thick foreskin covering everything but the piss slit, a drop of pearlescent precum.  He scooped it up and brought it to his lips.  "Fuck, that's a beautiful uncut dick!  So thickly veined and huge!  You're under no obligation, but I hope we'll have fun tonight!  Let's go!  We'll stop by your building on the way, so you can see that things are being taken care of."  K C started the engine and 2 minutes later, they were at Tim's building, a squad car parked in front, Walt outside and the locksmith van approaching.  "See ya, Brad!" K C said, waving to the uniformed officer in the squad car as they drove off.

As they entered a certain road, Tim said, "This is Lakeview Loop, the most exclusive and expensive street in town.  Even on a detective's salary, you couldn't afford to rent a guesthouse in this part of town."

"I might as well fess up." K C admitted. "Before I had it legally changed, my last name was Longstreet and I live in the home I grew up in.  I was in my senior year in boarding school, already accepted to Harvard Law when my parents were murdered in a botched robbery attempt.  Working closely with the local police, I decided to give up law for law enforcement.  Not wanting special treatment, I had my last name changed before I even applied to the Academy and only the detectives who worked on my parents' case know who I really am.  My salary from the force is donated to gay foundations."

"Wow!" Tim exclaimed, amazed by what he'd just heard.  "Not only are you sex and handsome, you're a man to be admired and respected.  Your family built most of this town.  Dr. Wilhelm Schmidt was the first of my family to come to the US.  It was a Jewish family who put him through medical school.  Soon after Hitler came to power, he had a sense of what was to come, so he got himself and the Jewish family out of Germany.  Together, they got more than 50 Jewish families to safety here.  Dr Wilhelm offered to convert to Judaism or change his name, but he was told it would be better to be an example that there are good Germans in the world.  Medicine is the family business and since my sister is a brain surgeon, my parents weren't disappointed when I became an IT Specialist."

K C pressed a button on his cell phone and huge iron gates opened, allowing us entry.  A tree lined drive led us to an enormous brick mansion, befitting the neighborhood.  "Be it ever not so humble, this is where I live!"  He chuckled as the garage opened and we parked inside.  "Honey, we're home!" He said as we walked into the massive foyer.

To be continued

If your local gay bar sells t-shirts/tank tops, wear that for your workout.  Subtle enough for those in the know.

In my case it was my first man and I'd gone to the nude/QUEER beach to find my first man!  He emerged from the water, my jackoff fantasies come to life.  Picture a cross between Al Parker and Al Pacino with Robin Williams fur factor and that was him.  When he approached me with the excuse of bumming a smoke, I was pleasantly surprised and then he said he could feel my eyes boring into him.  Guess I was staring rather lustfully.  Long story short, I gave him my virginity and we had a 3 month fling.