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"I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute Counselor didn't have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the heat of that LOAD. It was special. I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old, gay or straight—WHOMEVER! And the big-dicked Puerto Rican who ravaged me with his Prince Albert was definitely worth enabling! He looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For. Back to the cute Counselor—he was 30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about 5'6". He also had a Bubble Butt to die for. "I hate to tell you this, but something terrible has happened." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need counseling..." I licked my lips and stared at his swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't worn a Tee. His meaty titties clung to his cotton shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are POZ. Isn't that the in-thing now?" "Mr. Johnson...this is serious...." "I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all my Condoms." He shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words. My friends reacted diversely—some pleased, some melancholy. Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and now I had to pay the Piper. So Friday night I invited them over for a "Conversion Celebration." It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight, I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising. Initially I didn't tell Armando he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more intimate. And never one to hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack. Armando turned out to be a trip. I watched as he seduced a college jock. He stroked the athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang. The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to have. That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV. I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by billowy clouds of steam. We were alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack. "I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his voice betraying his anxiety. I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube but for the heavy moisture-laden air. I wanted Blondie cognizant of my Sick Seed assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred. He hollered at me to get off; but we were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his tirade. He made like he was gonna fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations. He pushed back on my Viral Stick, moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming. He needed guys like me to stay in business. I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could, in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling sensation I'd ever known—to foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills. The heavy glass door scraped and groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt. The Puerto Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced as if confronting his worst enemy. "Mr. Counselor! " I admonished the social worker, as Armando redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but all my friends are POZ."- 3 replies
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Out sick today, and doing some thinking about old times. When I lived in the Cleveland area, my apartment was on the top floor of a 22-story high rise on the shores of Lake Erie. It was a great view but a pain for everything else - laundry room was on the second sub-basement level, as was workout room, had to haul groceries up the elevator, well, you get the idea of my whining. But it was a great place to live. One cold, cold Monday night in mid-January, I ventured down to the gym at around 9 p.m. for a light workout, weights, etc., followed by a session in the steam room. The gym was deserted, so I worked out, then plopped myself in the steam room. I am about 6-foot former junior college football player, and weigh around 210, and had very black hair (now some gray), nice chest and a decent cock, about 6 or so. Anyway, I lay my towel on the bench, crank up the steam and scoot back to the wall for a nice steam. My eyes were closes when I was jolted awake by the door swinging open. A tall, tall blond-headed guy with a long thin body came in to take a steam. I nodded and closed my eyes. When I reopened my eyes, there is was, standing near me, naked, stroking a long cock. It was not super thick but that thing was long - at least nine inches - and that is no lie. He was not saying a word. Just slowly stroking and smiling. It was half hard. I was frozen at first. After all, this was a very public place buy I could not take my eyes off his cock. Mine was raging hard. Finally, I said: "Nice cock." He dropped his hand from his cock, and smiled, gesturing for me to come close. I moved up on the seat, my towel bunching beneath me ass, and I started to stroke his cock, and it grew and grew, until the head was pointed upward at mouth level. I started to suck. He had obviously showered, and his cock smelled and tasted delightful. I licked the head and the entire shaft, and buried my face in his hanging balls. I then moved back up the shaft and began sucking. Talk about gag reflex! This thing was jammed down to my stomach, I thought. He grew harder and harder. I stopped sucking and stood up. He began stroking me and asked quietly: "Do you like to fuck?" I replied, "You mean, get fucked?" He nodded: "Yeah." My head was racing. My journey from top to versatile to bottom was almost complete, and I had experienced big cocks but never one this long. "Yeah, but not down here...for one thing, need to lube and as much of a rush as it is to suck you here, do not want to fuck in a public room." He smiled and said let's go to his place. My apartment was in the east building, and his the west - also the 22nd floor. Go figure. We arrived in his apartment, stripped and went straight to his bed. Even after 10 minutes to get dressed and make our trip to his place, this guy still has a rock-hard boner, pointing at a 45-degree angle upward. I again started to suck, and we got into a 69, with him on top. He placed lube on his fingers and worked my tight ass while he sucked. He stopped, rolled off me, and said: "I need some of that tight ass." He asked what position and I picked what is still my favorite...me laying flat on the bed with a couple of pillows at my crotch to raise my ass. He lubed up his cock, and with no warning, started to shove the length of into me. I fought at first, groaned, and then, as the head slipped past my sphincter. his cock began to simply glide home. I felt it hit the top of something and he pushed event more. Finally he was buried to the hilt. I was stuffed with a long cock. I pushed back hard to take him even deeper. "Fuck," I said. "Fuck me." He started with long strokes. He'd pull back, I'd squeeze my ass and push back to his cock back home, he'd tease and then plunge. This guy could fuck. Man could he fuck. This long, slow stroking kept up for at least 20 minutes, then I could feel his cock expanding. He gripped me tightly and started to groan and moan and his intensity picked up. Pretty soon, he was pistoning in and out of my ass. The head of his cock pounded my prostate with each, and combined with the smooth fabric of the pillowcases rubbing against my cock, I was in sensory overload. Suddenly, he plunged deep and just stayed there. I could feel his cock pulsating and I tried to grip his cock with my ass muscles but I was losing control. He shot and he shot hard, and then he started to fuck some more. Then, with my cock rubbing on the pillowcases and his cockhead hitting my prostate, I yelped and came and came hard -and then he picked up the pace and came again. We were both spent. Sweaty. Happy. He grabbed a Scotch bottle and poured me a stiff drink. "How you know Scotch?" I asked. He grinned: "Cause you fuck like a real man." Turns out his name was Scott, too, and he was married. His wife traveled a lot, so we took full advantage of that fact over the next two years. Told the wife he has found a buddy to hang with while she was out of town. Lasted until I ws transferred to Atlanta. Ah, memories.
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I hope I find a continuation to this story.... **************************************************************** I've never put much thought into fucking around behind my boyfriend's back. It doesn't really feel like cheating 'cause we have an open relationship -- although, technically speaking, we're supposed to okay a potential lay with each other first or at least tell each other about it after the fact. I guess I never told him anything because he never told me anything. As far as I knew, Andy hadn't messed around with another dude in the whole seven years of our relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't hot or couldn't get a hot piece of his ass, he just wasn't very good at flirting. Quiet type socially, animal in bed. I guess we're both a little nerdish in our own ways, but we're both pretty hot, too. He's an asian top boy, chinese actually, but born here in the States. Tight little hairless body the color of caramel. Perfect little five inch cock that stands straight up when it's got a tight white ass waiting for it. Tight little smooth nuts that pull up even tighter when he's about to spurt and a perfect pink rosebud of a butthole that fucking winks whenever I eat him out. Sometimes his hole clenches around my tongue like a little fist. He loves getting his ass licked out. The deeper the better. Til it's all sloppy wet with spit. Then he flips me over and fucks me raw. It's the fucking hottest thing to watch him blow his load up my twat in a mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I can get off. Watching it happen, watching my cunt open up like a mouth for his jizz, then watching his hot little cock spear my pussy again and push his load up inside me. I'd even finger myself afterward. Rubbing his load up inside my ass walls. Imagining I was one of those slut boys in Treasure Island dvds. But barebacking was only between him and me—since we’re both neg. The rules for our relationship state no bb'ing with anyone else though. Condoms or just cocksucking, and whenever we played with someone else together, it was always safe, even between Andy and me, so we wouldn't tempt anyone into fucking me raw. The thing about me is that I like to think I'm not a slut, but I just go and put myself in slutty situations. I can usually control myself and I know my limits. I only ever do what I want to do and I'm smart enough to know when it's safe and when it's unsafe. I started out sucking dick behind his back in the steamroom at the gym. It's the biggest gym in the gayest neighborhood, so there's always action going on. Even though they put big signs outside saying you can lose your membership privileges, dudes still give each other handjobs and suck each other off. Over the course of a few months, I got to the point where I'd go into the steamroom after working out, my muscles bulging a bit more, smooth chest glistening, fuckable white ass all wet, and I'd sit in the corner called the cocksucker's corner because sitting there put my head right about eye level and ten inches away from whatever guy was sitting above me. If some hot dude with a hot cock came in, I'd grab their cock, start licking the head like a lollipop, jacking their shaft, looking up at them with pouty eyes, my mouth open, tongue out, and then deep throat them as best as I could, slurping on their cocks til they spurted. A few spurted right down my throat without warning. With other dudes, I took their cum in my mouth willingly, caught up in the moment, and then spit it back out on their cocks and jacked them. If some dude I didn't like would sit there, I'd play dumb and look forward, ignoring them. Like I said, I have my limits, and I tend to like smooth dudes like Andy who were around my age, skinny, clean, you know, all the normal stuff. I never told Andy. I figured sucking cock was safe. I still went home to him and let him fuck me raw without feeling any anxiety or guilt. Then one morning at the gym, I met Denny. First, I should say, I met his cock. I'd just sat down in the cocksucker's corner, all stiff from working out, and the steam was so thick I couldn't see anyone around me. But then there it was, his fat white cock, swinging in my face with his sweaty low hanging nuts. It made me gasp like a little whore. I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the steam cleared, I could see the rest of him. A hot trail of dark hair down the middle of his chest, shaggy short brown hair, and thick, powerful legs. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. But he was as confident as some leather daddy. He didn't take his eyes off mine the entire time. He kept turning my head up so I'd see him. One hand held my chin, pulling my jaw down, and the other guided my head up and down his eight inches. It was like he knew how much of a slut I was inside. It felt like he was reading every nasty thought in my head. He made me suck on his nuts while he beat his cock in my face, pushing his cockhead up my nostrils, making me smell his cock juice. Someone came into the steamroom and I backed off, afraid it might be gym personnel, but he wouldn't let me up, and he whispered down to me, "It's okay, babe, keep sucking." I could see from the corner of my eye, the new arrival sat down the ledge from me, five or six feet away. He was close enough that I could tell he was already playing with his cock while he watched us. I'd been in the steamroom enough times that I kinda knew who it was -- this old guy who hung out in the steamroom a lot, but never worked out in the actual gym. Big gut and back hair. No one I would ever touch. Now he jacked up a big boner watching me get face fucked by this incredibly hot, big dicked fucker above me. "Baby. Look at me. Good boy. Keep looking. Oh, fuck you like that dick, I can tell. That daddy over there can tell, too. Can't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth in a few minutes, okay? Not yet, but soon. Look at me again. If it makes you feel any better about doing swallowing some stranger's hot cock juice... I'm Denny, baby," he said. He winked at me "Keep that throat open. Yeah. Just like that. Nice little pussy throat get reamed out in the steamroom. Look at those cocksucker lips, man," and the old man next to us answered him with a moan. Denny scooted down the edge of his seat and leaned back until his butthole was against my lips. I couldn't help myself. Without even being told, I started tonguing him inside out. "Oh you hot little pig," he moaned. "Eat my ass, baby. Yeah. I've got myself a whore here. Oh yeah, baby. Come over here, daddy." I started getting nervous and started pulling off his cock because I didn't want the old man touching me. But Denny held me by my ears. "Come tongue this bitch's ass, daddy." As much as I didn't want that old dude with cock slime on his fingers touching me, I wanted Denny's cock so bad that I didn't move. I was already turned to the side, one leg up on the ledge, my tight hole wet and ready for the old man's tongue. He fucked his tongue into me as deep as it would go. He'd probably hadn't had a young hot ass like mine in fifty years, and here he was slurping on my cunt lips. I could feel his chin hair rubbing up and down my nuts. I felt like a total slut. I wanted to stop sucking cock and leave. I was so worried that someone else would come in and god forbid even join in. The steam spurted on again and the rush of it burned my bare feet. I could hardly see Denny's face anymore up in the steam, but I knew he was still looking at me. He pulled me back onto his cock and started face fucking me hard and fast, pulling his big white cock all the way out every now and then and slapping it against my nose. The old man pushed two fingers in and out of my cunt and all I could do was ride them. "Slut," Denny called me. "Eat my load, baby. You like cum? I want you to eat my load. I'm gonna spray your throat with so much jizz you're gonna taste me all day, slut. And you know what? I'm gonna feed you my cum every day. Yeah, baby. Keep sucking. Open wider. Open your ass for daddy's fingers and tongue. Yeah. Everyday, baby. Same time. You're gonna be here waiting for my cock. Okay, slut?" I couldn't talk, but I nodded, and then my mouth was filled with his jizz. It was more than I'd ever had blasted into my mouth from one cock. It came out so hard that I could feel the thwap of each spurt against back of my throat. Even if I would've tried to spit his load out, I couldn't have moved. Both his hands pushed my head down on his cock until his hairy nuts were against my bottom lip. His load had nowhere to go but down my throat or up into my nose. I gagged and smelled his jizz up inside my nostrils. Then he egged on the old man, "Yeah, daddy shoot your load all over him. Spray down my new little whore." I felt the geezer's load spray across my ass cheeks and then drip down my ass crack and over my well-fingered hole. "I'll see you out by your locker, slut," Denny said to me before walking out of the steamroom. I hadn't shot off, but he didn't care. He wound up asking me for my phone number. When I hesitated, he put two and two together pretty astutely. "You have a boyfriend, right? Hey, I don't care. I'll only call when you tell me to. I promise. We had a good time. We should do it again. Why would I wanna risk that by being an asshole." "I don't usually give it out. I mean, if you could just call me on weekdays. He works, so..." "What's your name?" he asked. "Gus," I said. "Gus," he repeated, and then put his mouth right next to my eat and whispered, "Can you smell my cum still?" "Yeah." "You want my cock again, don't you? Then he dug a pen and a notepad out of the bookbag in his locker. "Write down your name under your number, okay, Gus? People give me their number a lot." At the time, he sounded honest enough, and so I gave him my cell phone number. I'd given my number out before, but it was rare. I guess I was a little stunned by the whole scene, that I'd swallowed his load, that he was so hot, that some old dude had tongued my hole and finger fucked me. Then before I knew it, he was gone, I didn't have his number, and he was walking away with mine. The whole day I couldn't get Denny out of my head. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could still taste his cum, even that night when my boyfriend was fucking my ass with his little chinese cock. I could tell he was close to cumming in my twat and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denny's cock up inside my raw. I blew my load the same moment as my boyfriend, realizing that Denny's cock was probably twice as big as Andy's. To be continued...
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When it rains it pours. I was very surprised this past Saturday. I met a client in mid-afternoon at a coffee shop in downtown Philadelphia, and, having a couple of uncommitted hours, I dropped into the nearest bath house. I usually really like to visit the steam room, and (for once) the mechanism was working correctly and the steam room was very nice. Within a minute or two a hairy bearded (uncut cock, average length and width) German guy walked in (about 45 years old, I suppose, about 5'8") and almost immediately presented himself for oral pleasure. He was nice. Didn't come, but that's okay. He seemed to want to fuck, but it didn't happen. No sooner had the German left than a much younger guy (30 year old, 6' 7", smooth, piercings in his cheeks and tits, bleached hair, thick cock) came in and he likewise wanted to play. Of course our height difference made matters challenging (I'm 5' 5"). We kissed as I played with his I sucked him and stroked his body. He wanted an introductory blow job, followed by the opportunity to fuck me, so he was playing with my ass, and at various points rimmed me with great enthusiasm. He stated he really liked stocky guys, and I was perfect for him. How rare his type is! Most guys are not interested in stocky men. In any event, the heat was getting to both of us, so we left the steam room, he took a shower and I wandered around, assuming we'd meet-up again. About an hour later a really attractive guy (about 35 years old, black goatee, hairy chest) gave me 'the look' and invited me into his room. He was also very interested in my build, excitedly exclaiming on the dimensions of my arms, shoulders and legs, not to mention the length and girth of my cock, which isn't huge, but it is disproportionately large for my height (about 6" long, and fairly thick). Once there he began to finger-fuck me, and I impressed by his skill in getting my hole to open-up. Then he bade me to get on lay on my back in which I braced my legs against the walls of the insanely narrow room. (On second thought one wonders if the rooms aren't exceeding narrow to accommodate just such anchoring, so to speak!). He began an energetic rimming session in which he slobbered generously on my hole, only too soon followed by rubbing his hard cockhead on my hole, clearly looking for permission to penetrate me. I was so ready I couldn't believe it. I nodded and said "I want your load, Buddy" hoping he'd take my drift. He did, pressing his cock into my hole, adding spit as needed. I was in heaven. It had been more than a year since I was fucked, and here I was being fucked by an expert. He began the usual hip gyrations and I suspect he was drooling pre-cum as the going got easy quite quickly. He was apparently near the edge and within about two minutes he tensed-up and groaned in a loud, heart-felt expression "I'm coming, man!" And so it was. Beautiful. An excellent fuck. Departing from him, I was close to leaving when I reconnected with the 30 year old with the piercings. Back in his room we played a bit more. Although he said he was exclusively a top, his cock got hardest with a combination of sucking him and finger fucking him. Although he never really got hard, however, he did eventually come. His load was delicious. . So, in the course of about two and a half hours I played with three guys, and all three were very appealing. It was an unusually successful visit. That was my weekend!