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.
