davescott1125

Read part 1 first as it gives background to help you understand. Enjoy So here I was with an opportunity. My wife was going out of town for two weeks. Was it any different than me going out of town? Well yes, I had a couple of months notice that she was going out of town. When I go for work there is rarely any advance notice. So I had time to post ads and make plans. For what? I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED BY A BARE COCK! But was that all? NO, I WANTED TO BE BARE/RAW FUCKED BY A POTENTIALLY (PREFERABLY) POZ COCK. And so I posted my ads “A Day of Magic! A Night of Thrills!” At first that might not sound like an ad seeking raw breeding. The key to success lay in a slow gradual build-up of the excitement with a number of “decision points” along the way. Each decision to continue would kick the excitement up another notch. My desire was to let the excitement build from the initial meeting, throughout the entire day and then culminate late in the evening. I am a “theme park junkie” and have annual passes to all the local theme parks where I live. My idea was to hopefully find someone who also enjoyed the parks so at least we would have something in common to start off with. Also this would provide me with a truthful excuse when my wife asked what my plans were while she was gone. “I plan to spend the entire day at the parks, honey.” My ad read, “Mid 50’s WM. 5’11”, 225 lb. hairy bear seeking a rugged or bearish Top interested in introducing me to BB. Let’s meet up at one of the theme parks and enjoy the magic during the day. If we hit it off, then we can continue into a night of thrills. I am a bottom with a 5” cut cock. I keep my pubic hair shaved so my small cock and balls are on full display when I am naked. I am very fetish and kink friendly and open to some mild partying and playing. A huge popper freak here. This is a long time fantasy of mine so this ad is just an introduction. I want to carefully plan our encounter so it is indeed the thrill of a lifetime.” Each time I posted the ad, my Inbox filled up with the usual spam, requests for photos, for my protection please sign up for this site, etc. But I would find one or two that on the surface appeared to be legitimate. But after a few emails back and forth they ended up being fakes too. But then I got the email from John. He was about my age and had a professional career just like me. He also enjoyed the “theme parks” and had an annual pass to one that I did. He had a profile on one of the hookup sites and after a few emails we exchanged user names. When I checked out his profile, I got an instant erection. He was a 6’1, 260 lb. bear. He was built like an American football player with a broad chest and broad shoulders. His sexual preference was listed as gay and he was a Top/Versatile. His cock was listed as 8” cut and shaved. His photo showed a handsome face of a guy with a muscle shirt that showed a bit of his hairy chest. He did not post a naked photo, so I had to imagine his cock in my mind. I could not have asked for a hotter physical look. But the thing that really got my excitement going was he listed his status as “I don’t know, don’t care”. And his preference in a partner was “no preference.” He was 'out', but I explained to him that because I was married I would not share a face photo, but I did send him what he asked for. A naked photo of me from the neck down, a close-up photo of my cock and a photo of me bent over and spreading my cheeks. His response back to me was “I would love to fuck that hole BARE!” I shot a load of cum when I read that. Over the next couple of weeks we exchanged emails. He wanted to know about my sex life with my wife, my gay experiences, how I first started playing with guys and a full history since. He was especially interested in my experience in the orgy at the gay resort, and my fantasies about bareback sex. As we emailed back and forth the one subject never mentioned was HIV status. We also talked about non-sexual stuff and found we had a lot in common. We both enjoyed theme parks, had similar taste in food, had some similar hobbies, etc. But he shared little about his own sexual history, although I really never asked. One day as my wife’s trip was getting closer I got an email from John. I had just got home from work and had gotten naked and was checking my mail before I watched some porn and masturbated. He asked me if I was still interested in getting fucked BARE. I told him more so than ever, but I was scared. He asked what I was afraid of? Was I afraid of HIV? I answered "Yes, but it's also a huge turn on." Then he wanted to know if I found the general idea of HIV infection a turn on, or if I found the idea of ME being infected a turn on. I was about to answer that I found the general idea exciting but as I was typing my response I could feel my cock was rock hard and I reached down and gave it a few good squeezes and it seemed to get even harder, then I typed “MY being infected." I stared at my response on the screen. Did I really want to tell John this? Is this what I really wanted? I looked down at my cock and it was bobbing up and down as if it was shaking IT’s head “YES”. I picked up my bottle of poppers and took off the cap and shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge huff. I held my breath feeling the rush come over me. I moved the bottle of poppers to my left nostril and as soon as I exhaled I immediately took a second huge hit. Again I held my breath. I had a nice rush going. Then I did another round of the poppers getting even higher. I then grabbed my cock with one hand and began to stroke it as I reached up to my keyboard with the other and hit SEND. John immediately responded back, asking me if I was masturbating. I responded that I had just shot a load of cum all over my belly. He wanted me to take a photo of it and immediately send it to him to prove it. I did as he asked. After a few minutes I was coming down from the rush. My limp cock had shriveled up and was dangling between my legs. The cum all over my belly was getting more fluid and was beginning to run down my body. Then I got another email from John saying “So you find the idea of a POZ guy fucking you with his bare cock and pumping you full of his toxic seed, knowing he is knocking you up, exciting?” I knew what John was doing. He wanted to know if my mind changed after I had shot my load and come down from the popper and sexual highs. My limp cock got a little tingly as I reached for my keyboard and typed 3 letters and hit send, YES. I immediately logged off and headed to get cleaned up before my wife got home. As I stood in the shower with the hot water running over me, the events that had just happened were going through my mind. Instead of being scared of what I had just told John, I actually felt a very relaxing calm. With only a week before my wife left, emails with John had just been friendly and non-sexual. Nothing more had been said since I had told him that the idea of me being infected was a turn-on. Then I got an email from John saying that if I wanted to meet at the theme park the following Saturday, he would be available. He said we could spend the day at the park and see how things progressed. Up to this point, John had only seen photos of my body so he did not know what I looked like. We agreed on a time and a location to meet at the entrance. He told me what he would be wearing (although I knew what he looked like). My wife left a few days later on her trip. I would get home from work and immediately strip naked, pour myself a drink and begin watching porn, or surfing the gay hookup, barebacking, or bug chasing sites. At some point during the evening I would take a short break to fix something to eat, and later in the evening to talk to my wife on the phone to see how her day had gone and say goodnight. Then I would watch a little more porn before falling asleep. By the end of the evening I had cum 4 to 5 times. Each time as I got close, I would use some poppers and as the rush hit me I would imagine a POZ guy was fucking me bare and shooting his cum deep inside me. It was Friday and I had not heard from John in a week. I had sent a couple of emails to him, just to say “HI”, but had not heard back from him. I was beginning to wonder if this had all been a game to him and he was just another fake who had gotten his masturbatory thrills and then moved on. Then during the evening as I was again naked, drinking, surfing the net and masturbating, I got an email from him. He apologized for not getting back to me, but he had been busy. He would be at the arranged meeting place in the morning. I had a decision to make. He would only wait there for 10 minutes. If I didn’t show up, he would just go in and enjoy the park by himself for the day. I may or may not ever hear from him afterwards. He didn’t want me to answer him back, he just wanted me to think about my decision the rest of the evening, understanding the potential consequences either way. He also mentioned that the weather was forecast to be hot so I might want to bring along a swimming suit. If it got too hot at the theme park in the afternoon, we could always head on over to one of the area water parks. The rest of the night my cock was rock hard. I watched porn, visited the bug chasing websites, and drank a bit too much. But when I would get close to coming I would stop. I didn’t want to cum that nigh as I wanted the excitement to build-up. Finally I called my wife to say good night and I told her I would be spending the next day at the theme park. She told me she wished she could go with but to have fun. As I hung up I couldn’t help but think to myself, if she only knew the kind of fun I was thinking of having.

This is a long story so I will post it in parts. I post it under fiction, but most of it is true except the later parts... which in just over a month may also be true. So read it and enjoy. Comment if you want. And "John, (or anyone who fits the part) if you read this, let's start planning. Part 1 “A Day of Magic! A Night of Thrills!”. That is what my ad read on numerous hookup sites. My wife was going out of state for a couple of weeks on a trip to help a sick relative. It was a bad time of year for me to take off, so I was staying home. I could not believe my luck. I was going to have some days and nights to play. So my ad went to all the hookup sites I knew of. I had posted ads in the past with limited success, so when she booked her flight 2 months in advance I put ads out there as soon as I could so hopefully with 2 months I could weed through the fakes and find some worthwhile responses. But first I guess I should give a bit of background. I am a mid 50’s Bi male. It took a few marriages but I finally found the perfect woman for me. She is beautiful and wonderful in all ways. But due to things beyond her control, sex is very painful and if you love someone why would you want to inflict pain on them? So I assure her that it is no problem and I am okay with no sex. And on the surface I am totally happy with no sex. We work and stay active and do lots of fun things. BUT I am a very sexual person. Masturbation is a once (or more) a day activity. I usually get home from work a couple of hours before my wife during the week which gives me plenty of time to surf the net, watch porn and masturbate without her knowledge. In my past I have had gay experiences. Since I was a teenager I have always been extremely sexual. My hormones rage and control me. I have always been committed to whatever woman I have in my life, but if my sexual being is not totally satiated… well women want to be wined and dined and spend time and money on them for weeks and then maybe you will get some… men just want SEX. Now I am equally comfortable as either a Top or Bottom. But let’s face it … with a 5 - 5½ inch cock how much of a Top am I going to be? Well I happen to love the sensations available in my ass… so what is wrong in being a bottom? So here I am… a guy with no sex at home… no desire to seek out another woman (not that they don’t turn me on but remember they want to be wined and dined.) … not averse to gay sex… enjoy anal play… the perfect combo … except … concern about HIV. My gay experiences began in my 20s with a guy paying me to suck my cock. After maybe 10 years I sucked a cock myself. Many years later I was fucked for the first time (with people watching which excited me to the max). So just call me an opportunistic gay. IF I am getting sex from a woman, I am straight… If not… give me the opportunity… then fuck my ass. LOL So YES I have enjoyed MM play. Although anal play has been fairly limited due to my concern about HIV. But a few years ago I was suffering from a medical condition. I was taking some heavy duty pain medications. One night, being horny, I stopped by a local gay resort. I was taking my pain meds, and had a few drinks. I ended up walking into a room where an orgy was going on and I ended up being fucked by several guys. But as high as I was on my meds, drinks and poppers I insisted on SAFE sex. But since that night, the idea of BARE sex has been a permeating thought in all of my encounters. I had a friend, whom I would hook up with on occasion. He was married and played safe as well so he and I played bare when we were together, but his cock was too fat and I could not take it when I was sober. If I ever had the opportunity to get totally wasted I knew I could have taken his entire cock, but the opportunity to get totally fucked up when I was with him never occurred. Over subsequent years these experiences permeated my thoughts and fantasies. I began to actively seek out websites that catered to bareback sex, which eventually brought me to sites where bug chasing was described. I will be honest… in the beginning I thought “Are you guys fucking crazy?”. But as time went on I began to think “I am fucking crazy” as the thought of bug chasing and being infected began to turn me on. What if I had not insisted on condoms that night at the gay resort? Were any of those guys POZ? One of the guys had tried to talk me into going bare, but I begged him to put on a condom. He started with a condom, but he pulled out completely a few times and then went back in… and honestly I was so fucked up, he could have slipped the condom off at anytime. Did he cum? YES. In a condom or in my ass? Honestly I have no clue as I was totally fucked up and never thought to check the condom and there was so much lube from multiple guys entering me I had no clue if it was lube or cum leaking from my hole. But the thought he might have shot into me bare has been a masturbation fantasy ever since. I found myself actively watching bareback sites. In the beginning, when I would be out of town for work I would post ads and invite guys to my room. But I always played safe. Using the excuse I was not cleaned out, I kept the encounters to oral, J/O, or sometimes anal but with a condom. But what I really desired was a hard throbbing bare cock shooting deep inside my ass. I began actively seeking out bareback sex websites and video. The more I found, the more excited I got. Gay sex became my major masturbatory fantasy … okay BAREBACK gay sex. If I found a gay video on-line and began watching it and I saw the guy wearing a condom, I would immediately stop watching it and look for something else. I wanted to see it bare and raw. I loved to have a few drinks ahead of time and as I watched the videos and jerked off, I loved to grab my poppers and get a good buzz. As I watched the videos, I imagined the Top being POZ. And YES the risk of HIV began to become a huge turn on. I began actively searching out risk and HIV infection information, and stories. Was the idea of becoming infected exciting? No… it was FUCKING HOT! When I traveled out of town overnight for work I always carried a big bottle of vodka. After checking into my room I would pour a drink, then post ads hoping to find hookups. Then I would clean myself out and shower. The rest of the night I would spend nude, drinking, watching gay bareback porn and responding to emails hoping to find guys to come to my room. Once I had potential partners I would begin doing poppers and drinking more. If they weren’t fakes and did come to my room, I wanted to be fucked up. Why? Because maybe if I was high enough, I would be un-inhibited enough to let them fuck me bare. Early in the evening I would ask potential partners their status. But as I drank more and hit poppers I made the conscious decision not to ask. I knew I should, but I didn’t want to know. It would be easier to accept a bare cock if I didn’t know than to willing take one I knew was POZ. As I browsed profiles of guys on-line I would get a tingly if they said they were POZ. The signs were there. I saw myself getting into riskier thought patterns. I saw myself making more risky decisions and participating in riskier actions. Actions speak louder than words. So I could say that the idea of seeking out or actively pursuing POZ loads is crazy. But my actions were hinting to the exact opposite. But let’s be honest, there is a big difference between thinking about it, jerking off as you fantasize it, and actually accepting that POZ cock when it is dripping and poised at your hole. I used to think I was alone, but the more I searched, I found out that there were many out there just like me. They thought about it, it turned them on, but not knowing how to get over that final roadblock. I have seen many seek the route of using drugs or alcohol to lose the inhibitions, but I have seen others who say if you need alcohol or drugs, you are not ready. I can understand both sides. But I offer the following: You are afraid to fly. You know you are afraid to fly. You know that it is an abnormal fear. You would love to be just like the millions who fly every day. Your doctor prescribes a tranquilizer to help you with the fear of flying. A tranquilizer and a couple of drinks and you are able to get on a plane and take a flight. It all comes down to: are you willingly making decisions, fully aware of the consequences of the decisions, and given a choice making decisions. Yes, I agree drugs and alcohol reduce inhibitions and we may make decisions we shouldn’t while under the influence, but IF we drink or take drugs, FULLY aware AND THINKING when we do that “If I do this, I am going to possibly make decisions and do things maybe I shouldn’t”… Is this not the same as saying “I am going to get totally fucked-up so when the hot POZ guy wants to shove his cock in me, I will let him?"

I started at 10. I was a skinny kid. One day when I was on the toilet, the cold water splashed up and hit my young balls and hole and it felt great. It was winter so the water was very cold. I wanted to feel it again. I found if I lifted the seat up and sat on the rim, my ass would slip into the bowl enough that I could get my sack into the icy water. It immediately made my cock hard and I would quickly begin shooting cum. I found if the water was very cold it would make my nuts hurt and throb, but my cum would be much more intense. I quickly associated ball pain with intense orgasms.

Epilogue I have no recollection of when I left the club. Someone or more accurately probably a group of men took my locker key and got my stuff out of my locker. They must have found my motel room key and taken me back to the room, for that is where I woke up. I was awoken sometime late Saturday afternoon by the hysterical screams of a cute maid when she came into my room to clean it. She was greeted by what she must have originally thought was a murder scene. As she stepped into the room there lay a motionless guy, naked accept for a jock strap. The bed was soaked with a mixture of cum and blood and piss. Two empty vodka bottles and several empty popper bottles were strewn around the room. I remember the scream, then I remember sirens, and the next thing I know was I was being loaded onto a stretcher and taken to a hospital. I drifted in and out until the drugs finally began to get out of my system. Only to be replaced by a number of other drugs given by the doctors. I remember being rushed here and there for some kind of tests, but everything was a blur. Finally I came back to reality sometime Sunday. I opened my eyes to find Miranda sitting next to me, her face streaked with tears. When she saw I was waking up she pressed the button for the nurse. The nurse and doctors came in and quickly escorted her from the room. The doctors informed me that I had been found totally drugged up lying in my motel room by the maid. The police surmised that at some point during the night I had answered my door only to be over powered by a gang of perverts who immediately had drugged me up. I had then been subjected to a brutal rape. I needed to have surgery but they had to wait until I had come down off the drugs that had been given to me by the gang who raped me. The doctors explained that my asshole and lower colon had been savagely abused. I had numerous internal tears and my sphincters were severely prolapsed. They would have to remove about a foot of my lower colon, including my inner sphincter. They felt there might be enough remaining of my lower colon to attach it to my outer sphincter if it could be sufficiently repaired. If successful, I might not have to wear a colostomy bag. Although without the inner sphincter they said I may be prone to occasional accidents and I might want to consider wearing some type of plug. But that wasn’t the worst of it. They said the gang had placed rubber bands tightly around my cock and balls. The bands were so tight that they had greatly restricted the blood flow. They said it would not have been a problem accept the bands had been on for many hours. When they brought me into the hospital and removed my jock, they had found a cock and balls that had turned almost black. They had rushed me off to ultrasound, which showed almost complete clotting of the trapped blood. To remove the bands would have meant a great possibility of a clot breaking loose and heading towards the heart, lungs or brain which would probably be fatal. The doctor pulled back the sheet to expose my still totally erect but black cock and balls with the bands still in place. Now that the illegal drugs were out of my system, I could be taken into surgery. They would have to remove my entire cock, my balls and sac. They would relocate my urethra to a spot in front of my asshole so I could pee. They would not need to remove my prostate. They would follow up with counseling to help me deal with what had happened to me as well as to deal with losing my genitals. Hormone replacement would be prescribed as well. The doctors said they wanted to take me into surgery right away, so I was wheeled out of my room right away. I caught a quick glimpse of Miranda as they wheeled me into surgery. As I lay in the surgery room, waiting for the doctors and nurses to get everything ready, an anesthesiologist came in an explained they were going to give me some drugs which would put me to sleep. I wasn’t paying much attention as I was looking at the anesthesiologist. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I could not quite remember from where. He put a mask over my face and told me to begin taking long deep breaths. As I began to feel light headed I looked over and noticed he had put the tip of his index finger and thumb together to form a circle. Then he had placed the index finger of his other hand against the circle. As I felt my eyes closing, the image of a PA with a spike on it filled my mind. After the surgery, I woke up in recovery. The anesthesiologist was there watching my vitals, etc. We were alone in the room. “I see you recognized me.”, he said. He apologized for what had happened to me, but said that I was a bottom so no one had been concerned about me getting off. Everyone was flying high that night and they had assumed the tent in my jock was just my excitement. I reassured him that it was my own doing and my own fault. But that honestly it had been the most unbelievable night of my life. I had no regrets. He gave me the card of a bi psychologist friend of his who practiced near where I lived and told me to give him a call. He would help me deal with not only what had happened to me, but also with dealing with having been bred. I thanked him and reached over and gave his cock a squeeze through his scrubs. I spent a week and a half in the hospital. While there they told me that part of the pre-surgery testing had been an HIV test and that I was positive. Due to doctor patient confidentiality they would not share that info with anyone, but suggested that I needed to address that with my girlfriend. I suddenly realized that during my night at the gay resort I had been stealthed, and that the flu my girlfriend had gotten after we had stopped using condoms was the fuck flu. So I had already pozzed her. Miranda stayed by side while I was in the hospital. She loved me and said we would work thru this. She loved me for more than my cock. Upon returning home, we went to the psychologist that Rob had referred me to. After a couple of sessions he felt we were fine. I had talked to him alone about the HIV and explained that I had unknowingly pozzed Miranda, and I was afraid that if I told her, she would leave me. He made a few suggestions but then left it up to me. A few weeks after leaving the hospital, I was beginning to heal from my surgery. I had a discussion with Miranda. I told her the doctors said that if any of the gang who raped me were HIV positive that I would become positive. She told me that she knew that, and that she loved me. She reminded me that while she had been helping with my recovery, helping change bandages, etc, that she had been exposed to my blood. If I had been exposed, then she probably had been as well. After one of my follow up visits to the doctor, I came home and told her the doctor had run an HIV test and it was positive. But with all the new drugs out there, I would probably live into my 70s. She hugged me and told me we would always be together. A few months later when she went for her annual physical, she asked her doctor to run an HIV test and it came back positive as well. By that time I had almost completely healed and we had resumed being intimate. Of course I could no longer fuck her, but I could bring her off in other ways. We began using a vibrator and I had gotten a strap-on to use. As it was larger than I had ever been , I was consistently bringing her to orgasms with it and she was totally satisfied. The doctor had told me that being I still had a prostate, that we might try prostate massage to give me pleasure. Although Miranda had enjoyed licking Jane’s ass, she wasn’t really into licking a male ass, nor using a dildo on me. She did it because she loved me, but it really wasn’t her thing. I decided to go off the male hormones as they were making me uncontrollably horny. But what followed was uncomfortable hot flashes. Discussing it with my doctor he suggested female hormones to help with the hot flashes and maintain bone density. They did the trick, but I did notice a decrease in my body hair and my breasts grew a bit. But Miranda kind of liked that and playing with my budding breasts and sensitive nipples became a new experience we shared. One day after making love we lay talking and Miranda mentioned that all though our sex life was as good, maybe even better than before my surgery, she did kind of miss a real cock on occasion. She had always enjoyed giving me a blow job and swallowing my cum. I jokingly said that maybe we should try and find a guy that would enjoy joining us now and then. At first she said she had no desire to be with another guy, but over the next few weeks we talked about it more. Finally she said maybe if we could find the right guy. Of course he would have to be ok with us being Poz. Then she suggested maybe if we found a bi guy, we could both enjoy him, as I seemed to really enjoy when she used a dildo to stimulate my prostate. And so we embarked on a new quest, and my mind began to develop some of my old fantasies. Maybe she would let me eat another guy's cum from her juicy cunt. Maybe she will let me suck his cock too. Only time will tell.

The EVENT Having moved up in the company I work for, the frequency of business trips decreased for awhile, but then began to increase again. I began to return to my old habits. I didn’t have many opportunities for gay sex when at home, so I would seek it out when out of town. I began posting ads again seeking guys to come to my room. It was usually for late night play, as I would be talking on the phone with Miranda most of the early evening. Little did she know that as we were talking, I would be naked and watching BB porn on the computer (with the volume turned off), drinking, and emailing with guys who responded to my ads. As soon as Miranda and I would say good night, I would pull out my popper rig and start getting really high as I sent out emails with my room number. It is harder to find guys who are willing to travel for late night play, but I did get one now and then. If I wasn’t lucky enough to find someone I would still have a wild jerk off session while huffing poppers, watching BB porn and reading stories on Breeding Zone. Despite the thrill I got from fantasizing about being infected, I still mostly played it safe, and I still had problems taking anything other than a thin cock past my second ring. So even though I let any guy who came to my room stick his cock in my ass bare, we would end up finishing with a blow or hand job. It seemed each time, I would try to get higher, drunker and less inhibited, but reason and reality always prevailed. I had read online about something called a “booty bump”. Basically it is taking drugs up your ass, where they are absorbed much quicker and with less dilution so the high is very quick and intense. Other than poppers, and a little pot in my college days, I have never been into recreational drugs. But the stories I read online about sex with Enhancements were hot. The idea of being totally fucked up with no reason, combined with the risk of infection, was a huge turn on. But with random drug testing at work I wouldn’t ever willingly use a drug that could cost me my job. But I still used prescription pain medication as needed. I never abused them and with the exception of a couple of times, never took them recreationally. But I began to wonder what the rush would be like if I took a booty bump. Maybe it would help with my second ring. On one of my business trips I was super horny. I had been chatting with several guys about hooking up, but as the evening got late they all declined. I had just hung up with Miranda and resigned myself to some poppers and a jerk off before bed. I had drank quite a bit, and hit the poppers hard. My hole began twitching and I was dying to have something inside me. What would it feel like I thought. What was a booty bump like? I grabbed one of my pain pills and crushed it up in a glass. I then added some straight vodka and stirred it until the pill was all dissolved. Then I grabbed the syringe I use for cleaning myself out and injected the entire contents of the glass into my ass. Well the rush was incredible. Next thing I know I had four fingers buried up my ass. I spent the next hour finger fucking my hole, quickly getting four fingers beyond the second ring with no pain and getting half my hand up my ass. I could feel the pressure against my prostate and just kept the pressure up, milking a non-stop stream of cum from my cock. I finally brought myself to an intense orgasm and passed out for the night. Several months later, I had a sudden business trip come up to south Florida. From previous trips to the area, I knew there were a number of adult bookstores, theaters, and bathhouses in the surrounding area. I hadn’t been to a bathhouse in a couple of years (since before Miranda) and began thinking maybe I would go to one. But I had read online about a club in the area. It really wasn’t a bathhouse, but more of a sex club for gay guys. I had read it was the place to go for no holds barred open gay sex. Plus they had a bar of sorts where you could bring your own booze and the bartender would hold your bottle and would pour your drinks whenever you wanted one. I was going to be in south Florida for a couple of nights towards the end of the week. As usual, I had gone online and posted some ads each night, but with no success. There were responses, pic exchange, some web camming, but there are more and more flakes, pic collectors, etc. online today than there used to be. I sometimes think there are more scammers than real people looking to hook up. I had thought about going to the baths or a theater, but typically they are slow during weeknights and I thought I would have more luck posting ads for hookups in my room. Guess I was wrong. Well by Friday the only fun I had had was with my hand and my trip was over. I was disappointed that I had not hooked up for any gay action. I was horny as hell having been away from Miranda for a few days and I knew when I got home there would be plenty of great sex, but I was in the mood for action with a guy. After dealing with my horniness all day long on Friday, I made a decision. Although I had completed all my work on Friday, I called Miranda up and told her I still had some stuff to finish, so I was staying over another night so I could finish up on Saturday. She was disappointed as she too was missing our great sex, but she has always been very understanding of my work schedule. When I left the office I had to make a decision where I was going to stay the night. I could get a motel room near to one of the baths or theaters, or maybe I could stay near the sex club. Having never been there, I decided that was the place to go. I had about a half a bottle of liquor left in my suitcase, but decided to stop and pick up another bottle. Then I drove up to the area of the sex club and found a cheap motel close by. I used my usual story about a bad back and being a light sleeper and got a 1st floor room towards the back of the motel. If they didn’t get too busy that night, my nearest neighbor was about 7 rooms away. As soon as I checked in I began planning for the evening. I took only the bare essentials into my room. It had been a rough week and I planned on getting totally fucked up. If per chance I brought a guy back to my motel room, I didn’t want to get ripped off so I had everything of value locked up and secure. I still wasn’t sure I was going to the club, so I set about my usual posting of ads. A couple of them were aimed at meeting at the club, just in case I didn’t have any luck finding a guy to come to my room. I then poured myself a drink and proceeded to clean myself out good. I took extra time to be sure my ass was squeaky clean. I also took time to touch up the shave job on my balls, around my cock, and my crack and asshole. I had stopped carrying condoms years ago and I was a little nervous as I had read that a lot of guys who went to the club were POZ and barebacked. But I figured that if it got that far, there were probably condoms at the club. Although the fantasy of being fucked bare by a POZ guy was going through my head, I knew that with the exception of the one time at the gay resort, I had always kept my head on my shoulders, no matter how fucked up I got. I really just wanted to go and check the place out, maybe suck some cock and get mine sucked, but I wanted to be ready in case things went further. After getting all cleaned up, I put some BB porn on the computer, turned the volume off, poured another drink and sat down to check for responses to my ads. There were a couple and I began emailing back and forth. Miranda called and we talked for awhile. She was totally oblivious as to what I was doing in my room. She had a rough week as well and was having a few glasses of wine as we talked. Wine always relaxes her and gets her in the mood. It wasn’t long before she was feeling sexy and said how much she wished I was there so we could make love. Well as I answered email and watched the BB porn, I got into a hot phone sex session with Miranda. We had done this in the past when I had been on business trips, and I pride myself on giving good “phone”. Little did she know that as we talked I was watching a guy fuck another guy deep in his ass, filling him with his seed. After she had orgasmed a couple of times, I pretended I was cumming. We chatted a few more minutes as she savored her post orgasmic bliss, then she said she was getting sleepy. I told her I was too, as I had a few drinks in me, it had been a long week and I was going to get up early so I could finish up and get home by Saturday night. We said our good nights and hung up. It was about 9:00 and I was horny as hell from the chat with Miranda and the porn on the computer. None of the responses to my ads looked real promising for a hookup, so I decided to go check out the club. I had a slight buzz going from the drinks and was tempted to hit some poppers, but my hole was tingling and I couldn’t get the fantasies out of my mind. With the buzz, I figured it best not to drive, so I called for a taxi. They said one would be there in about 20 minutes. I threw on a jockstrap, a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. I put my popper rig and some new rubber bands and some foil packets of lube in my pocket. I shut down my computer and locked it in my car trunk and put my keys in the in-room safe. I put my ID and some cash in my pocket and locked my wallet up as well. I still had about 10 minutes before the taxi arrived. As I sat waiting my mind went into overdrive with fantasies. Without really thinking about it, I found myself grabbing one of my strongest pain pills and crushing it up. When I realized what I had done, I thought why let a great pain pill go to waste, so I added a couple of shots of vodka and as soon as it was dissolved I shot it as far up my hole as I could. Just as I was pulling my shorts back on I heard the taxi pull up outside so I grabbed my room key, and my new bottle of vodka, and headed out. It was just a few minutes ride to the club. The driver gave me a knowing look when I told him that is where I wanted to get out. I entered the club, paid my entrance fee, checked my bottle of vodka which went to the bar and got a locker. At my locker, I ditched my shorts and T-shirt leaving just my jock and sandals on. I stuck a packet of lube and a couple of rubber bands into my jock, put my locker key around my wrist then headed out to check the place out. It was not yet 9:30. There were a number of guys who had just arrived and more were coming in, but not many had started playing yet. After making a loop through the place to get a feel for the layout, I headed to the bar to get a drink. I had just ordered a drink when the booty bump hit. WOW is all I can say. My head immediately went high and my body began to feel warm and tingly all over. My asshole also seemed to becoming alive. I was in no rush as I know these pain pills last a good 4 hours. As I enjoyed my drink and the rush from the booty bump, another guy came into the bar. He was about my age, a little taller, maybe 6’2”. But whereas I am a bit of a bear at 200 lbs., this guy was as thin as a stick. His thinness was accentuated by his smooth hairless chest. He wore no shirt and I could see his long hard nipples were adorned with heavy gauge rings. His thin physique was even further enhanced by the pair of skin tight spandex shorts he was wearing. They hugged his small tight well defined ass as well as a very impressive yet flaccid cock. From the clearly defined outline, I figured this guy had at least a nine and a half inch soft cock. He ordered a drink himself and said Hi. We struck up a friendly conversation about the weather, what we did, etc. The guy had a great personality and was a pleasure to talk with. As we talked I kept stealing glances at his body. In his younger years, he was probably quite a stud with a finely tuned and developed body. From the gaunt drawn look in his face, the thinness of his body and a couple of tell-tale sores, I gathered this guy was in the later stages of full blown AIDS. He said his name was Keith and we talked for awhile until the conversation got around to what brought me there that evening. Whether it was from the booze or the booty bump, or just that Keith was so easy to talk to, I gave him a brief version of my history as recounted here. He seemed especially interested in my experience at the gay resort as well as my getting drunk and poppered up when I posted ads. I even told him about my fantasies of being infected. I was a bit self conscious about my obvious below average endowment in the jock strap as compared to his exquisitely framed prime example of grade AA man meat. But there again, we were just having a wonderful friendly conversation. It wasn’t as if I was going to be hooking up with Keith as he had full blown AIDS. About that time I needed to take a piss, so I excused myself for a minute. On my way to take a piss my crack and my hole felt a little tingly. Thinking it might be a little irritation from the shaving, I took a piss, then I opened one of the packets of lube and applied a liberal coating in my crack and around my hole, slipping a couple of fingers inside. My fingers felt great inside so I put a big glob of lube on them and shoved them back inside. When I returned to the bar, I saw that Keith had asked the bartender to refill our drinks. I thanked him and took a sip of my drink. It tasted a little salty but then I realized I was sweating a little bit from the pain medication and proceeded to take a big swig. We continued our conversation where we left off and I began to notice a tingle in my cock as we talked more about sex and my experiences. As we talked I began to get another rush and the tingly sensation in my ass began to grow. I also noticed I was beginning to show a bit of an erection in my jock. When I glanced down, I noticed that Keith’s cock appeared to be a bit firmer as well. We got talking about poppers and I told Keith about the rig I had made. He said he would love to see it and asked if I had it with me. I said it was in my locker and would go get it. I took another swig of my drink which finished it up. As I was leaving I asked the bartender to pour me another. He looked at me knowingly and he and Keith just smiled. As I headed to my locker I felt light headed and a bit unstable on my feet. After this next drink I would need to take a break for awhile. I also noticed that the club was getting pretty full by now and guys were beginning to start playing. When I got to my locker I noticed that I was now sporting a full erection which was tenting out the front of my jock strap. Knowing that if I began taking hits of poppers, I was probably going to get popper dick, I decided to put a couple of rubber bands on to help maintain my erection. I stood at my locker and pulled down the front of my jock. I doubled up one rubber band, stretched it, and slipped it up over my nut sac. As I released it I grabbed my sac pulling as much of it down through the band as I could. The snugness of the band felt great. Then I doubled up another band and pulled it over my entire package. That should do the trick, but just to be sure, I grabbed a piece of the band around my package, pulled it out, made a twist and slipped it over my cock, pushing it down to the base. I tucked myself back into my jock, grabbed my popper rig and headed back to the bar. Keith was having a whispered conversation with the bartender as I walked back in. By now I was beginning to feel VERY high and light headed. Maybe I shouldn’t have that new drink, but my lips and my throat felt dry and I was loving the high. As I walked up to Keith he commented that I seemed to be having a good time so far as he pointed towards the tent in my jock. I said yes I was as I looked down at his cock. What I saw can best be described as what looked like a snake moving around in his shorts. His cock seemed like it was a living creature slithering and sliding around twisting in his shorts. I blinked my eyes and I now saw a very large rigid cock pressed tightly against his body by his shorts. I blinked and again I saw this living thing slithering around like a snake. I stood mesmerized staring at his cock. I came to my senses as Keith said “let me see that popper rig you have there”. Returning to reality I began showing Keith the setup I made. After looking at it for a minute, I offered to show him how it worked. I took a swig of my drink and then shoved the two nasal sponges securely into each side of my nose. Then I opened the valve, blew out my breath, then closed my mouth and inhaled a huge deep breath thru my nose. I felt my eyes rolling back in my head and felt myself beginning to fall over. Keith caught me and held me up for a second until I regained my balance. WOW was all I could say. As I regained my balance I realized that I was pressed up against Keith’s body as he supported me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. “Are you okay?”, he asked. I assured him I was just flying pretty high at the moment. I told him about the booty bump I had given myself, plus the drinks and now the poppers, I was on a hell of a good high. “Plus the “G” I put in your drink.”, he said. I just kind of looked at him for a second, then picked up my drink, downing the rest of it in one gulp. “Give me one more”, I told the bartender. “And juice it up good.”, I said to Keith. Keith smiled as the bartender handed him a little vial and he sprinkled some of the powder into my drink. As I was kind of out of it, Keith reached over and shut the valve on my poppers. “We don’t want you on the moon quite yet”, he said. My gaze then dropped down to Keith’s cock which seemed to have grown another 2 inches since I last looked at it. I reached for my glass and took a gulp of the salty drink without letting my eyes off his cock. “You like what you see?” ,Keith asked? Keith took a hold of my hand and guided it towards his cock as he asked me if I wanted to feel it. When my fingers touched the bulge in his shorts it was like electricity was traveling up my fingers, into my hand and up my arm. I let my fingers trace over every inch of it, feeling its length, its girth, feeling the rim at the back of his head, and finally feeling the tip of the bulbous head. As my fingers reached the tip I felt a very large hard ring in the end. Keith had a large gauge PA!! For the next few minutes I luxuriated in caressing the finest piece of manhood I had ever touched through his spandex shorts. Keith brought me out of my trance when he finally said “Drink up and let’s go play.” Without taking my hand or my eyes off his cock, I used my free hand to grab my drink and in a few gulps finished it off. Keith then put his arm around me to support me and led me off into the club. I was unsteady on my feet and leaned him for support as one hand remained firmly planted on his cock. I can’t tell you where we went in the club, but the next thing I know I was sitting on a bench with Keith standing in front of me. His cock was just inches from my face. Taking my hands he placed them on the waistband of his shorts and helped me to peel them off. As I slowly pulled the waistband down his enormous cock sprung out into the air slapping me on the side of my cheek. As I pulled the waistband lower an equally enormous set of low hanging bull balls plopped out of the shorts. I just stared in disbelief. “Now you know why I am gay.”, Keith said. “I don’t know of a single woman that could take my cock in her cunt without it being ripped to shreds”. As I peeled his shorts the rest of the way off, Keith took a step closer so that the head of his cock was brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt the head slip inside. Was it going to fit? My god it was stretching my mouth to the max. I tried to inhale through my mouth but I couldn’t. His cock had my mouth plugged tight. Seeing my predicament, Keith reached down and opened the valve on my poppers. I took a huge hit filling my lungs with the poppers. With my nose and my mouth plugged, there was no way to exhale it. Feeling the urge to gag, I quickly inhaled deeply through my nose again as I swallowed. My eyes rolled back and I felt Keith’s cock slide past my tongue and the head slide down my throat. My eyes began to bulge from the inability to breathe as I kept taking tiny huffs on the poppers filling my lungs beyond their capacity. Suddenly I felt his cock yanked from my mouth, almost expelled by the force of my exhaling. He allowed me a few quick breaths through my mouth and then just as I went to inhale another breath of air he plugged my mouth with his cock again, forcing me to inhale another lung full of poppers. I have no idea how long this continued, but I lost touch with reality. When I again was aware of things I was now laying on the bench on my back. Keith had straddled the bench and his monstrous bull balls were hanging in my face. I began licking and sucking his balls one at a time into my mouth. Loving them with my tongue, wishing I could get them into my throat. I grabbed his hips pulling him lower so his balls hung further into my mouth. I couldn’t get both in my mouth at the same time, so I took one then the other. Alternating back and forth. Finally I managed to get one of his nuts to the back of my throat. I opened my throat and began to swallow feeling his sac stretch and feeling his ball begin descending in my throat. I wanted to swallow his nuts completely. Feel it inside my belly. Keith must have opened the valve on the poppers again and suddenly I got a major hit and my throat relaxed as I felt his ball slide back up out of my mouth. He closed the valve and I felt his other ball enter my mouth looking for similar treatment. I again attempted to swallow his nut until I again was hit with a major rush of poppers. This was repeated and repeated I don’t know how many times. Again I seemed to pass out. Was it for a few seconds or a few minutes? I had no clue. I soon found myself on my feet, legs spread wide, bent over, hands on the bench. I felt someone playing with my hole. It felt like fingers being shoved up inside. I tried to count how many, but I couldn’t focus beyond the feeling of pleasure in my hole. I heard someone talking and realized it was Keith. It was he who was playing with my hole. I sensed others around us, watching, stroking, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. “This guy is tight. He will never be able to take it without help.”, I heard Keith say. “Here’s my locker key. Someone go and bring me back a T-ball.” My head was beginning to clear a little. I was breathing air through my mouth and the valve on the poppers seemed to be turned off. As I became aware of my surroundings I noticed there were 5 or 6 naked guys, all with large cocks, standing around and stroking watching the scene. I could now feel that Keith had 4 fingers up my fuck hole and he was pressing against my second ring, trying to stretch it. I could tell I still had a super hard erection which was pressing and rubbing against the inside of my jock. My cock head seemed very sensitive and the fabric rubbing against it felt a little like sandpaper, but it made it tingle all over and I loved it. Suddenly a new guy appeared along side of me. He was handing something to Keith. I couldn’t see all of him from my position but I could see what appeared to be an 8” erect cock. He too had a PA but this one had a large pointed spike on the ring. I also noticed what appeared to be a small oozing sore on his shaft. I was distracted for a moment as I felt the fingers removed from my hole and replaced by something cool and slimy. I stiffened for a moment until I heard Keith say, “Relax, this is just something to help with your second ring.” Then I heard him say to the guy next to me, “Rob, I need you to shove this home. It needs to get beyond the second ring.” I felt Keith get up and come around in front of me as the guy with the spiked PA moved behind me. “Wait until I tell you.”, Keith said. I felt Keith’s cock at my lips and I opened them letting his cock slip inside. Suddenly as I tried to breathe I was hit with a rush of poppers as Keith opened the valve and slipped his cock down my throat. Having no choice, I inhaled the poppers, feeling my body head for the clouds. “Now!”, Keith said and I felt Rob’s spiked PA slip into my hole. Slowly he began pushing deeper and deeper. I felt the cool slime advancing ahead of his cock. I felt him pause at my second ring as Keith pulled his cock from my mouth, letting me exhale. Before I could take a breath of air he shoved it back in, forcing me to breathe the poppers again. Then I felt a ripping feeling deep in my ass, but no pain. Then I felt Rob’s balls slap against my thighs as he slid the rest of the way in. He began a slow fucking motion in my hole when all of a sudden I felt like I had run into a brick wall at 90 mph. I felt like my ass had been blown wide open in an explosion and was trying to pull itself back together again. My hole became a gaping mouth, opening and closing, opening and closing. I was on a magic carpet flying through the air, soaring between mountain peaks. I was aware of nothing but the tingle in my hole and a burning desire to have it plugged and stretched to the max. I was vaguely aware of Keith saying “Get him into the sling.” I felt Rob pull his cock from my hole and remember a feeling of emptiness. I felt hands grabbing me, lifting me up, carrying me a short distance, then placing me into a sling. I remember glimpses of hard cocks, one with a spiked PA, dripping what appeared to be bright red pre-cum. I felt my legs being held wide by numerous hands and something large pressing against my hole. I opened my eyes to see a thin smooth chest with heavy gauge pierced nipples. I let my eyes travel upwards until I was staring into Keith’s eyes as I felt my hole open and stretch. He placed his hand over my mouth, forcing me to inhale through my nose. My lungs filled with poppers as I felt my hole giving way. I could feel it tearing but there was no pain. I could feel some kind of warm liquid lubing Keith’s cock as he pressed deeper and deeper. I felt his balls slap against my ass as he reached bottom. I wanted my hole to open so his bull balls could slip inside me too. Then he slowly began pulling his cock out. I looked down to watch. I remember thinking what a pretty Christmas cock. All bright and red. He began slowly fucking my hole, all the way in, then all the way out. He would wait until my hole would start to close and I begged him to put it back in before he would push forward again. He repeated the process, over and over. Teasing me. My hole began burning. Not with pain but a need to be filled. Keith could see it in my eyes. “Tell me what you want.”, he said. “I need to be filled.” “I am going to breed you. Impregnate you. Fill you with AIDS babies.” I couldn’t answer as he had placed his hand over my mouth again, forcing me to breathe poppers. He knew what I wanted. He had known from the start. He knew that I never would have gone all the way without some help. He began to pick up his pace, taking long, then short strokes. Getting faster and faster. My head was about to explode. My eyes felt like they were bugging out of my head from the poppers. I needed air. I needed to breathe. Keith kept my mouth covered as he fucked me faster and faster and faster. I was inhaling nothing but poppers. I saw a white light and I knew this was the end. My oxygen had run out. Suddenly he pulled his hand from my mouth and I gasped a breath of air, then yelled out “Breed me with your babies. Knock me up. Fill me with your toxic AIDS cum.” I felt his cock grow even harder in my ass then begin to spasm as he shot load after load of toxic cum deep inside me. The rest of the evening is a blur. All I know is my hole would feel empty at times, but only for a few seconds, then I would be full again. Sometimes it felt like the guy was big, sometimes small, but always my ass would feel moist and wet. I remember the guy with the spiked PA plunging in and out of my ass for what seemed like hours before he dumped a soothing load in me. And I know Keith fucked me at least one more time. Whenever I would start to come down, a cock would enter my mouth to plug it and then someone would open the valve on the poppers. I was kept high for the entire night as guy after guy used me for his pleasure, filling my hole with their seed.

Pre-Event The last five years: Stuck in a dead end marriage. No sex at all with wife. Travel frequently for business and love to play when out of town. Thanks to the internet, I would scope out prospective play places before my business trips. If there was a bookstore, a theater, or a bathhouse in town, I knew about it and would try to find time to check it out. I began spending a lot of time on gay and hookup websites. Women want to be wined and dined and romanced before they spread their legs. Guys were always a available and ready for quick hookups. I loved bathhouses. I loved being naked, showing off my body, watching others have sex, etc. But knowing that HIV runs rampant with guys in bathhouses, I never let a guy fuck me. It was through a gay hookup site I found a local bi guy named Brian, that lived near me. He was separated from his wife and had his own place to play. By now I realized I was strictly a bottom. He was versatile, but tended to be a little more bottom than top, but we agreed to meet for a drink. It took just one beer and a glimpse of the bulge in his shorts and we headed back to his place. He got out a bottle of vodka and poured us both a big strong drink and put on a hot gay DVD. Within 10 minutes we were both naked and masturbating to the movie. His cock was only about 6 ½” but FAT. As we watched each other masturbate my mouth began to water. He could see the look in my eyes and asked me if I wanted to suck it. Of course I said yes. We ended up in a 69 and for the first time I took another guys load in my mouth and swallowed. Brian and I became fuck buddies. Whenever our schedules allowed we would hookup for an hour of two in the evening. Brian was quite a bit more experienced than I was and introduced me to some new things. One of them was poppers. I had seen them used in bookstores and bathhouses, but I didn’t do drugs of any kind, so had never tried them. The second night Brian and I hooked up, after a couple of drinks, he pulled out a bottle of poppers. After he reassured me that they would not show up if I got selected for a random drug test at work, I agreed to try them. WOW. I was fucking hooked. I loved them. Within 2 days I had bought my own bottle of poppers and I became a real popper freak. I had a little “man cave” away from the house where I would often go. I had a TV, DVD player, porn, booze, rubber bands, and poppers. I was in heaven. Many evenings if Brian wasn’t available, I would go to my man cave, have a few drinks, get naked, put some rubber band cock rings on, watch porn and get poppered up. Like some guys, I often get popper dick. I found if I got my cock hard and then put the rubber bands very tight before I hit the poppers, my cock would stay hard. When I finally let myself cum I would shove the popper bottle up my nose taking long hits. The tightness of the rubber bands would prevent my cum from shooting out. As I would come down from the rush and release the rubber bands, my cum would shoot out halfway across the room. Another thing Brian introduced me to was vacuum pumping and sounds. Some evenings we would just get together, get drunk and poppered up as we watched gay porn, shoving steel sounds down our cocks or vacuum pumping our cocks and balls. Brian had a couple of sets of sounds to use on our piss holes and we would try and see who could take the biggest one and/or shove the most up our cocks. I loved to really stretch mine and sometimes was able to get 8” of a ¼” diameter one into my cock. I loved running my fingers up and down the underside of my cock when it was stretched to the max by the steel rods. It played into some of my deepest and darkest fantasies (which I won’t go into here.) Vacuum pumping was awesome as well. He had a wide variety of sizes of vacuum tubes. Some were large enough to fit our entire package into. Some were designed just for cocks or just for balls. Although all the literature strongly advises against the use of cock rings when pumping, I did not heed the advice. I loved wrapping a rubber band tight around the top of my nut sac, putting my nuts into a tube and seeing how far down the tube I could suck them. I would apply the vacuum until I began to feel pain as my nuts were stretched. Then I would stop for a few minutes. The pain would subside and then I would take some hits of poppers and turn the pump back on sucking them and stretching them more. I would repeat the cycle until I continued to feel a constant dull pain in my nuts. I like some pain when it comes to my cock and balls. Then I would play with my cock as I watched my nuts and sac swell up in the tube. I would do the same with my cock, wrapping a rubber band tight around the base then pumping it. It would make my cock swell up another inch longer. Brian and I would also play with our holes with our fingers, dildoes, and butt plugs. My outer sphincter can be stretched quite wide, but my inner one is very tight and I could only take thin dildoes. On occasion Brian would get into a top mood and I would gladly offer up my hole to him. But his cock was fat, especially if we had been pumping. He could get the head in with no problem but it took quite a bit of booze and poppers for him to get past the second ring. It took a long time for him to cum and I could never last long enough for him to shoot up my ass. So we would end up either jerking or sucking each other off. I also began frequenting gay bars. There was a local gay bar in town. It was pretty much a dive, no liquor, just beer and a couple of pool tables. They also had a patio and a fenced in area out back. The management was cool and there was always sex going on out back. It was not unusual to see guys in half a dozen locations out back having sex on a busy night. Of course whenever some action was going on a group of guys would gather around and watch, most of them pulling out their cocks to jerk off. Most of the action was sucking but occasionally there would be some fucking. I loved it when a group of guys would gather around and watch as it often turned into a group grope and suck. I went there quite often, most times hoping to get fucked, but there were a lot of younger guys and they usually got most of the action. Now and then after a few beers and some poppers I would get brave enough and totally strip naked hoping somebody would fuck me. I always carried condoms though as I feared that there wasn’t much difference between there and a bathhouse as far as HIV went. Some nights I saw no action but did suck my share of cocks there as well as get mine sucked. On one of my business trips, I was in a city that had a gay resort. I had read about the place and was dying to check it out. I called my wife and told her that we were having problems with something at work, and I would probably be working most of the night and would see her in the morning. After work I changed into just a pair of loose shorts (no underwear) and a t-shirt and sandals and headed to the resort. It was basically a two story motel wrapped around a courtyard with a pool. There was a small restaurant, a disco/pop bar with a dance floor in the main building and another more casual bar elsewhere in the place. It was a Friday night and the place was extremely busy. It had been a busy tense week at work and I needed to relax. I have some strong prescription pain pills for a minor (but sometimes painful condition). I was in the mood to let loose so I took a pain pill as I arrived at the resort. I also slipped some rubber bands and my bottle of poppers into my pocket as I got out of my car. For the first couple of hours I checked out the bars and had a few drinks. I had a major buzz (Okay. I got fucking drunk). The disco bar had hot models dancing and showing their stuff and I was getting into the mood to play. Getting a fresh drink I went out to check the rest of the place out. As I walked around I saw some of the guys sitting in some of the rooms. Some of them left the curtains open, some left their doors open. A few had gay porn playing on the TV, some were on their computers. Some were fully dressed, some barely had anything on. Objects such as tubes of lube, condoms, toys, etc, were sometimes visible on the night stands or beds. This was depravity window shopping at its finest. As I cruised around checking out the available meat selection I began taking an occasional hit of poppers and sipping on my drink. I walked around a couple of times then decided I needed another drink so I slipped into the small bar and ordered a triple straight up. Then I began cruising around the rooms again. There was a little alcove at one of the back corners and I stopped for a second and took a couple of big hits of poppers, then began cruising again. I went by one room. The curtains were closed but the door was wide open. The room light was off but the bathroom light was on, giving just enough light to see what was going on. There was a nude guy laying on the bed while another nude guy knelt between his legs giving him a blow job. There were 5 or 6 other guys in the room all nude and stroking their cocks as they watched. Between the pain pill, the booze and the poppers, the only head that was thinking was the one between my legs. I stood but a few seconds in the doorway before I stepped in. I found a spot next to the dresser in the room and after taking another big swig of vodka, I set my drink down. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my rubber bands and poppers taking a long hard hit. As I felt the rush of the vodka and the poppers hit me, I undid the button on the top of my shorts and slid the zipper down. My shorts immediately slipped down to my ankles and I just stepped out of them. As I stood there watching the action on the bed, I wrapped a rubber band around my balls and another around my whole package. I sensed someone behind me, and before I could turn around and look, I felt a pair of hands caressing my ass cheeks. They only caressed me for a minute, before a felt a finger tracing down the crack of my ass towards my hole. I closed my eyes, took another hit of poppers and spread my feet apart allowing the finger an easier path to my hole. The guy found my hole moist and inviting and he quickly slipped first one, then two fingers roughly inside. He began finger fucking my hole as I reached for my cup on the dresser and took a big swig of vodka and then another hit of poppers. I felt him remove his fingers from my hole and he pressed his body up against me. His hands moved to my t-shirt, pulling it up over my head and dropping it on the floor with my shorts. I could feel a hard bare cock pressing into my ass crack. I was flying high, but I still had enough coherency to ask “What’s your status?”. I already knew the answer. “POZ”, he said. I felt the head of his bare cock poking at my hole and I spread my legs wider, leaning over a little bit as I took another hit of poppers. I felt the head of his cock slip inside my moist rosebud and felt him begin to stroke. With both of us standing, the angle was bad and after a few strokes he pulled out. He pushed me a little further into the room so I was now part of the crowd as he moved on to another guy that had just entered the room. I was totally fucked up and began to lose track of time and events. I remember ending up on the bed sucking a variety of cocks, while others were sucking and fucking around me. At one point a hot looking guy with a quite large cock told me he wanted to fuck me. I had never been able to take a cock that large before, but my asshole was begging to be filled. I told the guy he needed to wear a condom. He told me he wanted to fuck me bare and assured me he was Neg. I kept telling him I was concerned about HIV and he kept reassuring me he was disease free and would only fuck me bare. Despite how high I was from the vodka, the pain pill and the poppers, I remembered seeing him get fucked by the POZ guy earlier. I told him I was married with kids and I was new to all this. I wanted to get fucked but I didn’t want to catch anything. Finally he slipped on a condom, put a glob of lube on my hole and had me get on my hands and knees on the bed as he mounted me from behind. He was not gentle and in one smooth thrust I felt him sink his cock, balls deep up my hole. I felt a sudden burst of pain as he pushed past my second ring and was about to pull away when I took another hit of poppers. My hole opened up as I felt him withdraw a bit and slam back into me. I kept my head buried in the pillow, the bottle of poppers non-stop under my nose. I took one hit after another, feeling like I was going to pass out at any moment from the high, as he continued to pound my open hole. I have no idea how long he fucked me. It seemed like a half hour or more. This guy had stamina. Several times he pulled out completely, then rammed back in again. Suddenly he began pounding into me at a furious pace then yelled out he was cumming. I was still high and honestly never thought to check if he still had the condom on. I know my ass was oozing, but was it just oozing lube and ass juice or had he pulled the condom off and filled me with his seed? After a few minutes I got up, found my shorts and shirt, put them on and stumbled out to my car. I fell asleep in my car the remainder of the night and awoke mid morning to drive home. I began to get concerned as to whether or not the guy had taken the condom off and shot in me bare. Should I go get tested? What if I had been POZZed. The idea scared the hell out of me, but it also turned me on. I had loved the small orgy at the resort and wanted to experience it again. I wanted to feel a hard cock jerking and shooting a bare load deep up inside me. If I was POZ then there would be no more worrying and I could take every cock bare that I wanted. I could swallow loads of cum and let guys shoot deep inside of me without ever having to think twice about it. But I was also realistic. I had a professional job and was well respected by my co-workers and friends. How would they react if they found out I was POZ (or even bi for that matter). So although I continued to play I still tended to play safe. I still worried for awhile as to whether I had been stealthed, but I never got sick. There again I have a medical condition which involves a hyper active immune system. My body fights off infections that would put many into the hospital. So if I was infected, maybe my immune system kept me from getting the fuck flu. Finally I noticed a change in my thinking. I stopped worrying and began thinking more and more how hot it would be to get POZZed. To finally be totally free to be the true slut I was meant to be. I was travelling more for my job and sometimes spent the night out of town in a hotel room. If I had a choice as to where to stay, I tended to choose smaller seedier motels over hotels. With hotels, there was always the risk of the front desk or hotel security causing problems with late night guests to my room. With motels, you usually just park outside of your room and walk in the door. I would tell the clerk when I checked in that I had a bad back, so I needed a first floor room. I would also tell them I was a light sleeper so they would usually put me in a room as far away from other guests as possible. This was the ideal situation for having late night guests. No security to worry about. I would always travel with the necessary items for playing. I always had porn, a bottle of liquor, poppers, rubber bands, lube, metal sounds, stuff to clean my hole out, condoms, etc. in my suitcase. Usually I was no sooner in my room, when I would pour myself a stiff drink, setup my computer and post an ad or two online looking for sex partners. Then I would get naked and begin to clean my hole out good. Then I would take a shower so I was all clean, inside and out, and start replying to any responses to my ads. I would spend the entire evening nude in my room, drinking liquor, watching porn and trying to recruit guys to come to my motel room. The porn I watched now was almost exclusively BB. I would play with my hard cock and balls, lube and play with my hole, sometimes shove sounds down my cock, and drink all evening, posting any more ads I needed trying to find partners. A lot of times the responders just wanted to email back and forth and JO. After they would get off, they would stop emailing. But on occasion I would find a guy or two that was serious about meeting up. When I would get a guy serious about coming over, I would begin to get a bit nervous, but another stiff drink and a few hits of poppers and I was emailing the guy my room number. Then another drink or two while I was waiting for the guy to arrive and lots of hits of poppers, and my inhibitions were greatly reduced by the time he arrived. I began letting the guys slip into me bare if they wanted but asked that they pull out before cumming. As I rarely found a guy that asked to use a condom, I stopped bring them with me on my travels. Although most of the time I was uninhibited enough and willing to let the guys shoot in me if they said they were Neg, I still had a problem taking cocks past my second ring for long. So after a few minutes of being fucked I would have to stop the guy and I would finish them off with my hand or mouth. Then came a change in my life. Being bi, I love sex with men, and over the years with no sex at home, I had told myself I was more gay than bi. If I ever got out of my dead end marriage, I would become totally gay. But for day to day life and companionship, I preferred a woman. With guys I was just interested in their cock. Well I met a truly wonderful woman, my soul mate, Miranda. Over the next year, we fell madly in love and I got out of my marriage. We soon moved in together. We were inseparable and loved life together. And this lady loved sex as much as I did. It was the best sex I had ever had with a woman in my life. She not only enjoyed intercourse, but she loved sucking my cock and swallowing every last drop of my cum. She was a bit naïve about kinky sex, having lived her entire life in a small country town, but this lady kept me totally satisfied and drained with just plain vanilla sex. Who would have thought at my age, I would be having sex 2-3 times a day sometimes. Life was good and I stopped seeking or participating in sex with men. For awhile the thoughts of nasty kinky stuff became a thing of the past. I stopped masturbating as I was getting almost more sex than I could handle with my girlfriend. I was totally into her and in my desire to keep her totally satisfied and give her more and more intense pleasure, I began to introduce her to some things. When we first started having sex, the memories of the wild night at the gay resort reentered my mind and I used condoms with her (just in case I had been stealthed). I thought about going and getting tested, but I guess I just didn’t want to know. If I was POZ, then if I loved this lady, I should break it off or tell her the truth and risk her leaving me. She was a dream come true, so I decided to just use condoms. I am not sure when it happened, neither of us ever questioned it or discussed it, but we just at one point stopped using them and doing it bare. I loved the feeling of shooting my hot cum deep inside of her pussy or mouth. It didn’t dawn on me at the time, but 2-3 months after we stopped using condoms, she did come down with the flu. There was a bug going around and everyone seemed to be getting it. I didn’t, but she did and hers seemed to hang on quite a bit longer than most other people who got it. But being in love with someone, leads to wanting to please your partner as much as possible. Although she was always satisfied and I gave her many orgasms every time we had sex (often with her begging me to stop as she couldn’t take anymore), I did notice a few things. As I have mentioned, I am hung a little below average. Her pussy was somewhat small and pretty tight, and she said she could never take a big cock as it hurt too much. She had not enjoyed sex with some of her partners in the past, because they were too big and sex hurt. I could identify with that, as I was the same with anal and my second ring. But I did notice that although she would often get close to an orgasm when I was fucking her, she never seemed to be able to get to the peak. Although I always got her off other ways, I wanted to see her have an orgasm from a cock inside of her and that just wasn’t happening with mine. One time I had been fucking her and she was so close to orgasm, but couldn’t quite get over the top. Her cunt had clamped down on my cock and put me over the edge, filling her with my cum. As she was right on the verge, I quickly pulled out and went down on her, licking her clit as my cum began leaking out. Of course I let my tongue slip down and begin licking my cum out of her. This put her over the edge into a squirting orgasm, filling my mouth with her juices and my cum. Afterwards I asked her if it bothered her if I ate her out after cumming in her and she said she had no problem with it. It had been fantastic. I also learned quite by accident that she enjoyed her ass played with. She had never experienced any anal play before and after this accidental experience I slowly began introducing her to the pleasure of anal play. She wasn’t into my asshole, but I was into hers and she loved it. We took it slow, beginning with rimming, then some finger play and finally one day I was able to get my cock inside her ass. Guess there are advantages to being hung smaller than most. She enjoyed being fucked in the ass on occasion and I obliged her willingly, shooting my seed deep inside her. But other than occasional anal sex, my girlfriend showed no interest in any other kinks. She was my soul mate and into me and only me. As good as life was and as happy and satisfied as I was, my mind began its’ decent into depravity again after awhile. This was probably the result of two things: 1. The desire to see her have an orgasm while being fucked by a cock, and 2. I had a long time friend, Jane, who was a lesbian. Jane had experienced nothing but bad luck when it came to relationships and when I was in my dead end marriage, we used to talk a lot. I understood her situation and she understood mine. I used to joke with her that I wished I was 20 years younger and she wasn’t a lesbian, as we would have made a good couple. When I met Miranda, Jane immediately noticed the change in me. She was so happy for me and she shared in my excitement. She couldn’t wait to meet Miranda, and I used to joke and tell her I would only let her meet Miranda if she promised not to steal her away from me. After she met Miranda, she occasionally made comments about how beautiful and sexy Miranda was. But I told her that Miranda was all mine, and told Jane that Miranda had no interest in women. Shortly after meeting Miranda, Jane met a new girl and they fell madly in love. My happiness had worn off on her and she too had found love. She felt that seeing Miranda and I and learning from how our love developed, helped her in her new love. She wanted Miranda and I to meet her new lover and suggested we all get together sometime for dinner. About 6 months after Miranda moved in with me, we went out to dinner one night with Jane and her lover Rachael. It was a wonderful evening with great food and many glasses of excellent wine. We shared stories of how we had all met our soulmates and how our love had developed. Early on in the evening, Jane had made a comment to Rachael, “Didn’t I tell you she was beautiful and sexy?”. Rachael had agreed, but neither Miranda nor I thought anything of it. The evening was full of great laughs and camaraderie. After dinner we were all sitting talking, enjoying the wine when Miranda excused herself to go to the bathroom. After she got up from the table, Rachael made a comment about how sexy Miranda was. She said Jane had told her that Miranda was totally straight and that was a shame as they were both very attracted to her. Jane then asked me if it would bother me if Miranda did enjoy sex with women as well as with me. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was my deviant mind, but I chuckled and said “Hell no, I would love it. Isn’t that every guy’s dream?”. Jane and Rachael laughed and Jane reached into her purse and pulled out a little vial of white powder. As she unscrewed the cap, I looked at her with this quizzical look. Other than poppers and a little pot in college, I had never used recreational drugs before. Jane looked at me and said, “It’s up to you. It’s some G. A little bit of this and I can guarantee Miranda will be eating pussy before the evening is over.”. I should have said no, but my mind began thinking of all the possibilities and I said nothing as I watched Jane pour some of the powder into Miranda’s glass of wine. When Miranda returned to the table we finished the remainder of the wine. We were all feeling pretty good, especially Miranda. I could see her eyes taken on a bit of a glassy look as the G began to take effect. As we got ready to leave, Jane invited us back to her apartment. I looked at Miranda and she said we would love to. During the short drive to Jane’s apartment, Miranda commented about what a wonderful evening it had been. Although she had never had any interest in women, she could see the love between Jane and Rachael and thought they made a wonderful couple. She said seeing them together, she could understand how many women do get involved with other women. As we entered Jane’s apartment, she told us to make ourselves comfortable and she would grab some drinks. Rachael took our jackets and went to hang them up as Jane headed for the kitchen. Jane’s dog was sitting on the couch and Miranda went over and sat down next to it to say hi and pet it. As there was no more room on the couch, I sat in the chair across from her. Rachael had returned and was standing in back of the couch behind where Miranda sat. She had leaned over the couch and was petting the dog as she was telling Miranda about it. I noticed that her face was fairly close to Miranda’s hair. Their backs were towards the kitchen, so neither of them saw Jane step into the kitchen doorway. As I looked at her, she held up a glass of wine with one hand and the open vial of G with the other. She began to tip the vial over the wine glass, then stopped, staring directly at me as if to ask, should she or shouldn’t she. I hesitated only a second until I smiled at her. Taking that as an answer, I watched as she proceeded to pour some of the G into the wine. Jane returned to the living room a minute later and handed each of us a glass of wine (handing Miranda the first one). Jane sat in one of the other chairs and as we drank our wine and chatted, I noticed Rachael had remained standing behind Miranda. I noticed one of her hands was on the back of the couch and was very tentatively stroking Miranda’s hair. After her glass was empty, Miranda leaned over to set it on the coffee table. As she set it down, she noticed a book laying on the table and picked it up. I had noticed the title of it earlier, “Lesbian Love- 101 Lovemaking Positions”. Jane got up and took Miranda’s glass to the kitchen to refill it. By the time she returned, Miranda was intently looking at the photographs in the book and Rachael was openly stroking her hair. Jane handed her the glass of wine and sat back down. A few minutes later Rachael asked Miranda if she would like to see the rest of the apartment. Miranda said sure, and as she stood up, Jane looked at me motioning me to sit still. As soon as they left the living room, Jane asked me if I was okay. “You can stop this right now if you want, and take Miranda home.” I just nodded my head, but the answer was pretty evident from the tent growing in my pants. Jane told me that I could not participate, only watch. I was free to masturbate, but that was all. We continued to chat for about 15 minutes. Miranda and Rachael had not returned, and I looked at Jane. She looked back and said, “Let’s go see where those two have disappeared to.”. Jane took my hand and led me down the hall to one of the bedrooms. As we stepped inside I couldn’t believe my eyes. Rachael and Miranda were lying on the bed lost in a deep French kiss. Miranda’s blouse was undone and Rachael was slowly stroking her beautiful breasts. I won’t go into all the details, but within 15 minutes all 3 women were totally nude. I was totally nude as well, sitting in a chair across the room, masturbating as I watched the show before me. Miranda was lying flat on her back, with Jane straddling her face, looking towards her feet. As Jane played with Miranda’s tits, Miranda was going crazy with her face buried between’s Jane’s legs. I watched as Rachael climbed up between Miranda’s legs with a 7 and a half inch dildo strapped on. As she began rubbing the head of it against Miranda’s slit, I saw Miranda lift her ass up urging her to shove it in. As I watched the dildo slowly disappear inside I heard Jane yell out, “Oh my god, she is slithering her tongue up my asshole!!”. For the next hour I watched my sweet girlfriend enjoying all 101 positions with two other women. I will never forget, at one point as Rachael was pounding into her pussy with the strap-on, Miranda yelled out, “Keep fucking me with that big cock. Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming!!!” At home, later that night, with Miranda passed out in my arms, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that night. I could not get the image of her cumming with the big strap-on buried up her beautiful cunt, out of my mind. My cock was as hard as a rock and I JOed twice before I feel asleep. For the next 3 days, Miranda said she was too sore to fuck, but she treated me to at least 2 toe curling blow jobs every day, swallowing every last drop. At first she apologized for getting so drunk and for what had happened, but after she realized that I was not upset at all (in fact quite turned on), she admitted that she had really enjoyed it. “I don’t know why I never tried it before. If you are okay with it, maybe we can do it again sometime.”, she said. In my mind the old fantasies came flooding back. What else could I get her into? Playing with my ass? Maybe introducing her to male bi-sexuality? Swinging? The thought of watching a guy with a bigger cock than me, fucking her and bringing her to orgasm, and maybe being allowed to lick his cum from her afterwards was driving me crazy. Our relationship was even better and the sex was growing more frequent and wild between us. If anything the events of that night had made us even more in love than we were before. Yet my deviant mind was in high gear. Despite having sex 2-3 times a day, and her almost wearing me out each time, I still found I had begun masturbating again. When I was alone, I would go online and watch porn. I would peruse the swinger sites as well as gay sites. On rare occasions, she would have to work late, and I would seize the opportunity to stop by a gay bar for a little while. But I would only watch others and jerk off. I loved Miranda and didn’t want to risk catching anything. But the urge was there. I found myself looking online for kinky sites. One day when searching for barebacking sites I came across one called Breeding Zone. Not only was this site about bareback sex, but about giving and receiving HIV. At first I was appalled, but within a week some of my old fantasies came back. What if I got infected? I could become a slut and never have to worry about it anymore. The fantasy was great and I enjoyed many a jerk off session thinking about it. But as time went on, the fantasy was not having as strong an effect. I began using rubber bands again, and one day I stopped and picked up a bottle of poppers. From my past use of poppers, I knew that frequent use often resulted in a rash and some burns around my nose, especially if I got carried away and shoved the bottle up my nose. The red rash would be difficult to hide and Miranda would ask about it. I searched the internet for a solution but none seemed to be effective for me. Then I got an idea. I salvaged the top from an old bottle of poppers and drilled a hole in the top. Next I used silicone to seal a short piece of metal tubing into the hole in the cap. To the top of the tubing I fastened a small valve, then a long piece of tubing. At the other end of the tubing I installed a “Y” fitting and two short pieces of tubing. I then purchased some nasal sponges at a local medical supply store. I carefully made a hole through the center of two nasal sponges allowing me to insert a short piece of metal tubing. Then I attached the ends of the short pieces of tubing from the “Y” to the metal tubing with the nasal sponges. The end result was I could insert the nasal sponges into my nose, effectively creating an air tight seal. By opening the valve I would allow popper fumes only to travel up through the tubing. This solved the problem with burns, but it also resulted in a much stronger high. If I inhaled through my nose I was breathing 100% poppers. If I needed air I breathed in through my mouth. I again became a real popper freak, and began masturbating daily with rubber bands around my cock and balls. Miranda began to notice the more and more frequent edema in my cock. But when I explained it was from all the sex we were having and she was fucking and sucking me raw, she bought it. And when she saw how sensitive my cock had become, she seemed to want to fuck me even rawer.

This is my story. Most of it is true, but because some of it is fiction I have placed it here. I will leave it to the reader to decide what and how much is true. Enjoy. Because of the length of the story, I have divided it up into four parts. The Prologue is mostly straight as I am bi. Most of it may be of no interest to the gay guys on here, but it provides a background and gives insight into my journey into depravity. The Pre-Event is mostly gay and it is in this section that “Enhancements” first come into the picture. The Event is the meat of the story. The Epilogue is a bit extreme and the reader is cautioned as it is not for most, nor for the weak of stomach or heart. All comments are welcome. Prologue I am a bisexual white male in my mid 50s. This is the story of my journey into depravity and the ultimate cost of that journey. Looking back there were a number of key milestones along the way which played a vital role in the direction my sexuality and depravity went. It all began as a young teen. I grew up the oldest child in a lower middle class family. My parents were conservative and sex was not a subject that was discussed. All of my knowledge regarding sex was gained on my own, from the giggled comments of classmates, and ultimately my own search for knowledge. I was a nerd with a thirst for knowledge and I sought out and read anything I could get my hands on. As a nerd, I also tended to be a social outcast. I had my small circle of friends (other nerds), but for the most part we were the subject of constant jokes and ridicule from the other classmates. This made everyday an unpleasant one socially during the school week. Reading was an escape from the real world. I could immerse myself into a book and lose myself in it. Dreaming that I was the main character, I would forget about the reality of the world around me. I also entered puberty at a young age. While my classmates actively looked every day for the first signs of a hair, I had begun to shave once a week. I hoped this outward sign of being a man would entice members of the opposite sex, but alas I was a nerd. No good looking female would dare be seen talking with a nerd. So I was left to deal with my raging hormones on my own. I quickly learned of the enjoyment I could get from touching myself. Playing with my young cock and balls until I coaxed out that wonderful sticky white stuff became my second favorite activity. As with reading, when I pleasured myself I forgot about the world around me and entered a fantasy world full of pleasure. I began doing it every chance I had to be alone, usually 3-4 times a day. Usually it was a quick wank in the bathroom. Sometimes my mom would take my younger brothers and go to the store, and I would be alone in the house. At those times I would strip naked on my bed and enjoy myself until I heard mom's car pulling into the driveway. Milestone 1: One day my two favorite activities merged. I was alone in the house and bored. I had read everything in the house, or so I thought. I began searching the house to find something to read when I came across my Dad's collection. Men's magazines and dirty novels. I thought I was in heaven. This went way beyond the birds and the bees. From the first page I read, my boy cock got hard and was soon shooting. This was also my first introduction to something besides biological intercourse. There was oral and anal and masturbation and lesbian sex (no MM as Dad was straight). There was also one which had a single scene with some accidental watersports, and a couple dealing with bondage and S&M. I was hooked. Every chance I had alone in the house, I dug out the books and stripped, getting lost in the fantasy. A couple of times I got so engrossed in the fantasy that I didn't hear mom pull into the driveway and almost got caught. Milestone 2: When I turned 18 and went away to college, I had open access to porn. All the college guys had some, and trade and share was a daily routine. I began to see more variety and the kinkier and nastier the porn was the more it excited me. It was at that time I was exposed to my first porn movies. They were silent home made films but it was porn. It just fueled my fantasies even more and I jerked off at least 4 times a day, 7 days a week. I began trying a number of things I read about, including playing with my ass, abuse to my cock and balls, etc. If it was kinky I was game to try it. At college I changed my image to be more cool, and before long I had a girlfriend. I was having sex with another person and my frequency of playing by myself decreased for awhile. Sex with my girlfriend was good but it was tame compared to all the wild stuff I had read over the years. She wasn't much into giving me oral, but did enjoy it up her ass now and then. But beyond that she wasn't into anything kinky. We fell in love and eventually married and I settled into the roll of the family man. As is usual once the kids came along, we settled into a routine. The frequency of sex diminished to once a week, usually on Saturday nights. A relocation to another town found us in a big city. This was a culture shock from the small town we used to live in. The city had a number of strip clubs and adult bookstores. I had never been into either of these kinds of establishments, but my repressed kinky nature became peaked and it wasn't long before I had checked them out. My wife and I worked different shifts. She worked days and I worked nights. By the time I got home at night, she was asleep, and I was headed into work in the evening before she got off of work. This gave me free time to hit the strip clubs or bookstores whenever I wished. I loved the strip clubs, but they got me all worked up and I would have to go by the adult bookstore after to JO and get some relief. The bookstore had the typical back room with the booths showing mini movies for a quarter. Many of the booths had glory holes in the walls. Back in those days there was no sound with the movies and they were often grainy, sometimes black and white, but they had all kinds. There were straight, lesbian, gay and kink. Being straight, I didn't watch much of the gay films, but I will admit when switching thru the available movies in the booth trying to find one of the kink ones, I did pause a few times on the gay ones. Milestone 3: Often as I was stroking my cock to one of the films, a cock would be shoved through the glory hole, or I would see a mouth next to the hole begging to suck my cock, but I just ignored them. But on occasion I would see a nice cock being jerked in the next booth, and I admit to casually glancing over a bit more than normal. It was during one of those times I was introduced to something new; a cock ring. I had never seen one before, but the guy in the next booth was wearing one and it made his cock bulge sexily. I am not hung. As a matter of fact I am a bit below average. My cut cock is about 2.5" soft and 5.5" hard. The cock ring on the guy looked sexy as hell and seemed to enhance his orgasm when he shot off. "What does it feel like?" my mind questioned. I had to find out for myself. My next trip to the bookstore, I bought my first cock ring taking it into the back with me as I watched the movies. I feel in love with the look and the feel. I have always had sensitive balls; so sensitive that sometimes I couldn't have them played with, as the feelings were too intense. As a result I could not use the closed metal cock rings as my balls were too sensitive to manipulate through the ring. So I elected to go with the leather type that usually wraps around and then snaps. I loved how it made my smaller package look bigger. I also found that with the cock ring on, my balls became less sensitive and I could get into much rougher play with them. My cock ring became my constant companion. I never masturbated without it. Orgasms seemed to be much more intense when I wore it. Just a note on cock rings: My experience with all the ones I have seen, is they tend to be designed for guys with average to larger cocks. Those of us who are smaller endowed have to do some shopping to find ones that are tight enough to give the desired effect. Milestone 4: I divert from my story. One night after work, I was feeling hornier than normal. Knowing my wife would already be in bed, I decided to visit one of my favorite strip clubs. The girls danced totally nude. There were a couple of new girls there and I stayed a little longer than I had planned. I had several drinks and had tipped the girls well allowing me to cop a few feels of bare tits and ass. As I pulled out of the parking lot I knew I had to stop by the adult bookstore and release a built up load of cum. I had spent a bit too much at the strip club and was feeling guilty about spending even more at the bookstore, but I was feeling a bit tipsy and the urge to cum overcame common sense. I entered the back area where the booths were located, my cock already at attention. I slipped into a booth, deposited some quarters and proceeded to drop my pants, put on my cock ring and began stroking to a hot movie. Within a minute I heard someone enter the booth next to me. An eye appeared at the glory hole watching me stroke my cock. After a minute of watching me I heard a soft voice asking to join me in my booth. I recognized the voice as that of a middle aged guy I often saw there. He had approached me several times in the past, asking to suck my cock, but I had always politely turned him down, telling him I was straight. I whispered back to him that I was straight. He just continued to watch thru the hole for another couple of minutes when I heard him whispering again. “Let me come over in your booth. I’ll give you $40 if you let me suck your cock.” I was just about to remind him again that I was straight, but the drinks were hitting me and I had a good buzz. I was unbelievably horny and the money would offset what I had overspent at the strip club. “What would it hurt to let him suck my cock?”, I thought. Just this one time. I reached up and unlocked my door. Within a few seconds he slipped out of his booth and into mine. I just closed my eyes as he knelt down and took my cock into his mouth. I felt his mouth slowly slide down the full length until his lips met the cock ring. As he began giving me the best blow job I ever had, he reached up and began fondling and squeezing my balls. I didn’t last but a minute before I was shooting an enormous load down his throat. He swallowed every drop and then held my softening cock in his mouth until I came down from the rush. Then he stood up, thanked me and handed me $50. I had many guilt feelings on the way home but as I remembered how fantastic it felt my cock began to stiffen and I forgot all about the guilt. For the next two years, whenever I went to the bookstore, if he was there, he would pay me to suck my cock. I learned he was a wealthy lawyer in town that had a thing for sucking off young guys, asking nothing in return. Milestone 5: Jump ahead a few years: I had moved my family to a new state. I travelled a lot more with the new job. Opportunities to hit adult bookstores everywhere I travelled were very frequent. Sex at home had become infrequent, while masturbation had returned to at least twice a day. I had also begun shaving my balls, the area above and around my cock, and occasionally my ass. I always wore a cock ring to the bookstores and never masturbated without one. I also often took advantage of the hot mouths behind the gloryholes. Most bookstores had by now upgraded their movies to include sound. I had also begun to occasionally pick a gay movie to watch. It was on one of those occasions, after a few drinks on the way to the bookstore, I had a good buzz and was stroking my cock to a gay movie when a gorgeous looking cock slid through the gloryhole from the next booth. It was perfectly shaped, perfect color, I couldn’t help but stare. “What does it feel like? What does it taste like?”. My free hand reached out and slowly began stroking it. The guy began slowly stroking back and forth as I fondled it. After a few minutes I heard him say “Suck it”. I leaned over and tentatively licked the head. It was like two magnets attracted to each other as my lips opened and I let him push forward, pushing the full length into my mouth. Although I removed it from my mouth and let his come fly out onto the floor, I had sucked my first cock. Milestone 6: A few more years passed. Nothing much changed. I still was a porn/bookstore and masturbation addict. I had sucked a number of cocks at bookstores but still not let them cum in my mouth. I occasionally caught and ate my own cum, finding that I liked the taste. One thing I noticed was it is not the guy I am attracted to, it is the cock. The guy could be young or old, skinny or fat. I didn’t care what the guy looked like, it was what his cock and balls looked like. If I saw one I liked, I had to stroke and suck it. Sex with the wife had become once or twice a month. We were still attracted to each other, but the pressures of day to day life, raising the kids, etc. had pushed sex to the back burner. One night we were visiting friends and playing cards. We had a babysitter for the evening so we had the whole night to ourselves. Usually we just drank soft drinks, but our friend had just gotten a nice promotion at work so he had bought a few bottles of liquor. As we played cards we all began getting quite drunk. Eventually someone suggested we switch to playing strip poker. With the effect of the alcohol everyone agreed. Drinks continued to flow. One thing led to another and we were all soon nude with us kissing and fondling not only our own spouses but each others. Before the night ended, he had taken my wife’s hand and escorted her to one bedroom as I escorted his wife to another. After a day of guilt the next day, we all agreed we had enjoyed the experience and would love to do it again. For the next year we regularly got together and swapped wives. Although I did thoroughly enjoy sex with his wife, what really turned me on was knowing a guy with a bigger cock was fucking my wife. A year later for non sex related issues, my wife and I divorced. I was now single. VCRs were the new rage and porn videos were readily available. I had two units and could make copies for friends and acquaintances. I always made an extra copy for myself. My collection grew. Straight, lesbian, bi, gay, TV/TS and every imaginable kink. I masturbated non-stop. My fantasies grew kinkier and kinkier and I began seeking out sex partners to play out my fantasies, women and men. But the AIDS scare had begun. Everyone was playing safe. Milestone 7: One day as I was preparing for a hot JO session while watching a kinky video. I grabbed my cock ring to put it on and the snap broke. Damn. I hadn't masturbated without one in years. As I began, the feeling just wasn't the same. I got looking around looking for a suitable substitute until I could get a new one. Sitting on my desk were a couple of wide rubber bands, about 1/4 inch wide. Grabbing one I wrapped it around my cock and balls. It was loose so I gave it a twist and slipped another loop around my package. WOW. This was tighter than any cock ring I had used and I loved the feeling. Rubber bands became my new toy of choice. They also offered more flexibility than a cock ring. Sometimes just loops around the whole package. Sometimes just around my nut sac. Sometimes one around my sac, and another around the whole package, and maybe a twist with a loop around the base of my cock. The possibilities were numerous. I loved the greater tightness and experimented with all combinations. If I was super horny, I loved to wrap one around my nuts, then another one around my whole package with a loop or two around the base of my cock. It made my cock stand out to its maximum, veins bulging. The harder my cock got the tighter the band felt. If I had it tight enough I could shoot my cum with nothing coming out. My cock would remain hard and I could get a second or sometimes third orgasm within minutes. When I finally released the rubber band, all the backed up cum would come shooting out. For me wide rubber bands are the best sex toy in existence. I love tying up my cock and balls VERY tight. I love to watch them darken in color, watch the veins begin to bulge, etc. The feeling of my cum rushing up to my cock, but not being able to escape is awesome. Combine the feeling with poppers and my masturbation sessions are heaven. A WORD OF CAUTION: For those who may choose to try rubber bands, keep your cock and ball area shaved smooth. It makes it much easier to put the rubber bands on and take them off without the pain associated with getting pubic hairs caught up in them and pulling. Use only wide rubber bands. The narrow ones can dig deep into the skin and you may need a pair of scissors or a knife to cut them loose. The narrow ones, if they dig in too tight, can cause some rather significant bruising. USE CAUTION if you take Cialis or Viagra, consume alcohol, take prescription meds, or use poppers or other recreational drugs which lower the blood pressure. Even though I don’t need it most of the time, I take Cialis or Viagra, as it gives me even harder, longer lasting erections. I also drink alcohol and am a popper freak. The combination of all three drastically lowers the blood pressure. With rubber bands constricting blood flow to the cock and balls and the lowered blood pressure, fluid can build up causing edema. Especially as I have gotten older, I have noticed this happens even if I only leave the rubber bands on for short periods. I see the edema mostly in my cock. The result is my cock takes on a puffy, wrinkly appearance for about a week and a half. The built up fluid slowly seeps out through the skin during this time (it feels like your cock is constantly sweating). The skin of the cock appears to become loose, almost disconnected from the tissue underneath. After a few days sometimes dried skin begins to peel off (like after a sunburn). The cock also becomes super sensitive and begins to itch. Now this tends to be very irritating for most, but I find the itching and the sensitivity keeps my cock semi hard almost non-stop for the week and a half. I find myself constantly grabbing it through my clothes when I can do it un-noticed. I also wake up in the middle of the night, stroking and scratching my hard cock. The skin is also very tender as the edema is dissipating, and I have sometimes rubbed it raw. A couple of times while masturbating with edema in my cock, I have actually had the outer layers of skin on my cock tear. But again, I love a bit of pain. But again use caution. Don’t leave the rubber bands on too long. Jump ahead 16 years: Nothing really new. Another marriage, one of convenience not love. Still a porn addict. Still masturbate. Still frequent bookstores. Still suck nice cocks as well as get mine sucked. Still playing safe. Love eating my own cum, but due to concerns about HIV still have not swallowed others. Fantasies have continued to get more extreme, as well as what I am willing to indulge in. The things I have done with my cock and balls would make some cringe, all in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. One new substantial development: I have been fucked. It was at an adult bookstore on one of my business trips. My depravity was continually growing. At bookstores instead of just pulling my cock out or dropping my pants to my knees, I often striped totally naked in the booths so I had unrestricted access to my nipples, cock, balls and ass. On this particular occasion I had a few drinks at dinner and then went to the bookstore. My mind was a bit fuzzy from the drinks and lust. I entered one of the booths and shut the door. I accidently forgot to lock it. I put my money into the booth and found a hot gay flick (I was by now watching as much gay porn as I was straight porn). I then proceeded to strip naked, put on a couple of rubber bands and then sat down and began masturbating. After about 5 minutes I heard someone trying the handle on the booth door. To my shock the door opened and this guy peeked in. I had made no attempt to cover myself up or hide what I was doing. He smiled and stepped into my booth, closing but not locking the door behind him. As I continued to watch the movie and stroke myself, I watched as he began to strip off his clothes until he too was totally naked. He had a beautiful 7” cock and as he came towards me, I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes and then pulled me to my feet. We pressed our bodies together touching each other all over. Then he used his hands to turn me around until my back was toward him and I was facing the door. The door was wide open and three guys were standing there stroking their cocks as they watched us. The guy then pushed on my back, making me bend over. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and seconds later felt the head of his cock at my hole. He was not gentle and forcefully pushed forward getting about 3” of his cock into my ass. It hurt like hell but at the same time it turned me on. Especially with others watching. He only fucked me a couple of minutes, only getting about 4” into me, before I could not take any more and asked him to pull out. My ass was on fire but I was still excited like never before and we quickly jerked off, shooting our cum all over each other and the floor.

One time I had been out of town for work and had done my usual routine. I had been nude, watching porn, stroking and drinking all night as I exchanged emails with prospective partners. Most just stopped emailing after they had JOed. But late in the evening one guy seemed serious about coming over. I had a major buzz from drinking. After a few emails back and forth, I took a few hits of poppers, then emailed him my room number and told him to get his ass over and fuck me. I downed a couple of more drinks and hitting the poppers heavy, as I shoved 3 fingers in and out of my hole. Well the guy kept sending me emails and I kept responding and telling him I needed to be fucked bad. After 40 minutes, it was late and I was totally fucked up. I figured he was just another guy playing games. I needed to be up early, so I decided to just go to bed and finish myself off. As I stumbled towards the bed doing non stop poppers, I heard a knock at the door. I went and answered it totally naked with my fingers still in my ass. There he stood. Unknown to me, he had been emailing me from his phone on the way over. LOL He came in and in no time was balls deep in my hole. He filled me with two loads before leaving so I could get some sleep.

I too play when I am out of town for work. If I have my choice of where to stay, I pick a basic motel where the entrance to the room is right of the parking lot. I tell the clerk I have a bad back, so I prefer a room on the ground floor. Also say I am a light sleeper, so I get a room away from other guests most of the time. As doing as I am settled in the room, I set up computer. I always carry a bottle of liguor, so I pour a drink and post a few ads. I get naked, cleaned out and showered as I await replys. As soon as I am clean I pour another drink and put porn on the computer. The rest of the evening, I am nude, drinking, watching porn and responding to replys. When I get a guy ready to come over, I take a couple of hits of poppers and tell him my room number. Then I lube my ass, down a couple more drinks, and start doing lots of hits of poppers as I finger fuck my hole. I want to be fucked up with no inhibitions when he knocks on my door. I answer it nude, hard as rock. He walks in and immediately sees BB porn playing, poppers and lube on bed, and NO condoms in sight