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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?"

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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.

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This is a continuation of the story - Part 3 Enjoy

I went to bed and with the drinks I had during the evening, I went right to sleep and got a good nights rest. When I woke up the next morning I was too excited to eat, so I just jumped into the shower to get ready. I was sure to take extra care shaving around my cock, my balls and then I shaved around my hole and up my crack. As it indeed was supposed to be a hot day I didn’t bother to put on any underwear. I just put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, socks and my running shoes. My shorts brushing up against my freshly shaved cock and balls sent a little tingle through me. My stomach was fluttering. Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to meet John in person? I had gotten a lot of pleasure over the past month or so, and I had lots of fantasy and masturbation material in my head from it. I could leave it at that and just go to one of the other theme parks, or I could just stay home and watch porn and jerk off. I was literally shaking as I tried to make a decision. I poured myself a drink even though it was morning but it calmed my nerves so I could think more clearly. What was the harm in going to the theme park? John didn’t know what I looked like so I could stand right next to him and he would not know it was me. Why not go to the park and decide when I got there?

I headed over to the theme park, arriving ten minutes early and found a good spot from where I could observe John as he arrived and waited at our agreed upon place. I still hadn’t made my decision yet. Maybe I would just watch him from afar. After ten minutes he said he would go into the park for the day. I could just follow along a safe distance behind, blending right in with all the other people. I could change my mind and approach him anytime during the day. But there again, there was no harm in just meeting him and talking and enjoying the park … or was there?

I didn’t have long to wait as I spotted John walking towards our agreed upon spot. He was more attractive in person and I felt a tingle both in my cock and in my ass. I diverted my gaze around so I would not be noticeable. As he reached our meeting spot, he began to look around, letting his eyes scan the crowd. Suddenly his gaze locked on me as I happened to be looking towards him when he looked my way. It seemed as if our eyes locked on each other. I forced myself to looked away, but when I looked back, he was still staring at me. This time, as my eyes again met his, he smiled. I froze. I knew I only had two choices now. I could just walk away or I could go meet him. There was no harm in saying “HI,” so, as if on auto pilot, my legs began to move and I walked over to where he was standing. The closer I got to him, the bigger his smile became. Finally I was in front of him. He reached out his hand to shake mine and said “Hi. I’m John. I am glad you made the decision to join me this morning.”

His handshake and his casual manner immediately put me at ease. I was going to tell him I almost didn’t show, but I was here now. That was the past. “How did you recognize me?”, I asked.

John chuckled as he explained that as he scanned the crowd, there was only one guy with a little stiffy wiggling in his shorts. Looking down I suddenly realized that my five inch cock was indeed standing up and bobbing, making a noticeable tent in my shorts. I must have turned bright red for a moment as I too began to laugh. “Guess that is what I get for making the decision not to wear any underwear.”

John replied, “You will have the opportunity to make many more decisions today. Oh and by the way, I am not wearing any underwear either. Shall we go in and enjoy the park?” When I thought about John’s eight inch cock bare under his shorts, mine seemed to get even harder. I knew I had to do something quick to distract my mind so my erection would go down, so I smiled in agreement, and turning, headed to the park entrance.

We spent an enjoyable morning and afternoon as we chatted and enjoyed the theme park. We both liked the same things and we found we were both very comfortable with each other. Every so often when there was no one close enough to hear, John would make some comment to me, such as “My cock is tingling thinking about your hot ass” and “I bet you are thinking about taking it bare” and “Imagine what it will feel like with a number of loads deep inside you.” Each time John would make a comment, my little cock would start to tingle and if I could not distract my mind quick enough I would develop a tent in my shorts.

By mid-afternoon it had gotten very hot so John suggested we head over to one of the water parks so we could cool off in the pools and enjoy the water slides. It sounded like a great idea so we both drove with me following him. It was decision time again. I could keep following him or I could turn off and head home. But why? John was a nice guy and we had a lot in common. If I didn’t want to get sexual with him, we could just be friends right? We parked our cars and grabbed our swim suits and headed inside. Once we were inside the water park, John said we needed to get lockers so we could put our clothes in them. He asked if I wanted to just share a locker or if I wanted my own. Another decision. If I had my own, I could leave at any time and head home, but if we shared one then I would have to stay until John was ready to go. Well I love the water parks and I could stay there all day long so might as well just share one. After renting our locker we headed off to the changing area to put our suits on. I could not help but get a little excited as I was hoping to catch a glimpse of John’s cock as he changed into his swim suit. He must have known what I was thinking as he took his time. I had gotten out of my t-shirt and shorts and quickly put my swim suit on before anyone could notice that I was semi-erect. John had only taken his shirt off and I could see a couple of bright colorful tattoos on his upper chest near his shoulders. He commented that in his professional career, tattoos were best kept in places that could be covered by clothing so that they were not visible at work. John was standing directly in front of me as he slowly began to take his shorts off. He took his time and then after removing them, stood there nude as he neatly folded his shorts giving me ample time to catch glimpses of his cock. It was absolutely gorgeous and impressive. It was all of his stated eight inches, and to describe it as 'thick' was an understatement. I knew I would have to be totally fucked-up to even get the head of it into my ass. His pubic area was closely trimmed and a large shaved hanging sack with two well defined balls complimented his package. I was afraid I was going to just start drooling all over myself when we heard someone enter the changing area, so I turned away as John pulled up his swim suit.

We put our clothing in the locker and then headed to the water to cool off, where we spent the afternoon in the pools and on the slides. As in the theme park John would make comments when no one was close enough to hear, but he played a different angle. John would draw my attention to the women. “Check out that hot young woman over there. Those tits are about to pop out of her top. Bet you would like to hold those in your hands” “Check out that woman over there. See the camel toe in her bikini bottom. I bet you would love to bury your face in that.” But then he would add comments like “You know she would never let you fuck her. She wants a big cock sliding in and out of her. Bet you would love to know what she feels like with a big cock plowing in and out of her.” “I bet she would do anything to suck on a big cock like mine.” The effect of his comments had me looking at all the women, thin, fat, young and old. My cock was tingling almost non-stop. Whenever I could sneak a squeeze of it, I would, but as my eyes feasted on the women and my cock responded to the increasing horniness, my mind was fixating on images of big hard dripping cocks in front of my face or sliding deep into my ass… Big Fat Dripping POZ cocks!

After we had cooled down in the water, we decided to sit and have a couple of drinks at the Tiki bar. The alcohol relaxed me, but it also increased my horniness. As we sat enjoying our drinks and talking, John would look at a woman going by and my gaze would follow his and then I would fix my gaze on her tits, or her ass, or her pussy. My cock would tingle and then I would look back at John. He was sitting sideways on the bar stool facing me with his legs spread. As I looked back at John, he would glance down at his crotch and again my gaze would follow his. I could see a little outline of his cock through his loose fitting swim suit. It is a good thing I had my towel on my lap so no one could see my erection.

It was late afternoon so we decided to hit the pool one last time before we left, and after one last dip, and having cooled-off, we headed to the locker. John said he was just going to keep his swim suit on so I did as well and we headed to our cars. Out in the parking lot John said he had enjoyed the day. He had some errands to run and then get dinner and rest a little. He was going to a local bathhouse later in the evening.

“It is time for another decision.”, he said, continuing “It has been a nice magical day. It can end here and now, or it can continue and maybe be a night of thrills. The decision is yours. I do not want an answer now. Go home and think about it. If you decide you want things to continue, then follow the instructions on this paper. This is Step 1. Then meet me at the bathhouse at 11:oo P.M. if you decide to continue. There will be other Steps and decisions as we proceed.” With that he stepped close and handed me an envelope, then reached between us and grabbed my again stiff cock and gave it a squeeze. Then he said goodbye, got in his car and left.

I suddenly realized I was just standing next to my car with an erect cock tenting my swim suit with a sealed envelope in my hand. I got into my car trembling as I opened the envelope and began to read. I needed to make a couple of stops on my way home to pick up some things on the list. And then depending on my decision I had some things to do to get ready for my night of thrills.

My mind must have crashed from sexual overload as I don’t remember a whole lot of my trip home. I made the stops I needed to and picked the things up and I was soon back at my house. I set my bags on the table and sat down on the couch for a minute to relax. What was I doing? Why was I doing this? I needed to stop now! I picked up the instructions from John and read them again. I needed to think straight. I needed to calm myself down. Going into the kitchen I fixed myself a stiff drink and sat back down and put the TV on to distract myself. The drink helped to relax me and I soon could think more clearly. I saw the bags sitting on the table and I thought I should just take them outside and throw them in the trash. But I didn’t. Why not? It was suddenly clear - because I wanted to have a big cock ramming deep up my ass!

What harm would it do? I could insist that John or anyone else wear a condom. Or if I did let them in me bare, I could insist they pull out and cum in my mouth or on me. There were still many other chances to make decisions so what harm was there in Step 1? One of the things John had me pick up was some single use enemas and he had given me explicit instructions, which if I followed them would insure that I was squeaky clean. We can all benefit from a good flushing now and then, so I followed John’s directions and even did a couple of extra rinses to be absolutely sure. I actually felt quite refreshed afterwards. I then took a nice long shower, again running the razor around my cock, over my balls and along my ass to be double sure I was smooth.

I should have fixed something to eat, but my stomach was starting to get nervous again so instead I fixed another drink, then still nude I sat down at the computer to log on and check the latest news, weather and sports. As my screen sprang to life the last webpage I had visited filled the screen. It was a bareback video site and the image on the screen was of a daddy bear with a large cock about the same size as John’s. What would it hurt to watch a little of the video? My cock got hard and I slowly began to stroke it, but I kept myself on the edge. I did not want to cum. Not yet. I had one, maybe two more drinks as I watched videos and before I knew it the clock showed it was 10:00 P.M. I called my wife to see how her day had gone and she said it had been tiring and she was ready for bed. I told her that I too was tired after a day at the theme park and then the water park. We chatted for a few more minutes and bade each other good night. After I hung up the phone I thought to myself that I should head off to bed, but as I reached over to turn off my computer the image that filled the screen was a gaping asshole out of which was leaking a stream of cum.

As if someone had a remote control with which they could control my movements, I went to the bedroom and a couple of minutes later I came back out into the living room. I was wearing a light pair of cotton shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. I needed to take the rest of this stuff out to the trash can. But why? I still had several more steps and chances to make decisions. I quickly completed the last of the instructions, then placed the required items in my gym bag. I turned out the lights and headed out the door, locking it behind me. It was 10:40 and it was a twenty minute drive to the bathhouse.

As I pulled into the bathhouse parking lot I spotted John standing next to his car. The space next to him was open and I pulled into it. I got out and said “Hi”. John had a smile on his face and said “I’m very glad you decided to show up. This can be a very thrilling night, if you choose for it to be. But as we discussed, you will have several opportunities to make a choice. Which choice you make at each step will determine the course of events for the evening. Do you understand?”. I nodded my head and quickly responded “Yes”. John got a serious look on his face as he said, “Do you want to do Step #2, or do you wish to skip it?”

I now had to make a choice. If I skipped Step 2, we could go into the bathhouse and check it out, but if I got uncomfortable or changed my mind I could just walk out and drive home. But if I decided to take Step 2, I was committing to spending at least a couple of hours at the bathhouse. A sudden rush of excitement hit me as John spoke those words. Without hesitating I reached into my car and grabbed the small brown bag on the seat. Inside was a 100ml bottle of vodka which I quickly opened. Without hesitation I raised it to my lips and drained the 3 ½ shots it contained. As I swallowed it down, I felt my body relax. Combined with the drinks I had at home, it would be a good 4 hours before I would be able to drive home without being in trouble if I got pulled over by law enforcement.

John smiled and told me to grab my bag, lock my car and then follow him inside. As we entered the door we were in a little alcove area. There was a glass window with a clerk behind it and then a locked door in front of us. The window had a covered hole in the middle to allow talking with the clerk and a slot at the bottom to allow passing things back and forth. John had already checked in, so he told the clerk that I was coming in and would only need a locker. The clerk asked for my ID and my entry fee which I passed under the window, and then he pushed a button. A buzzing noise could be heard and the door in front of us unlocked so we could enter. On the other side of the door, the clerk gave me a towel, a locker key and my ID. As I thanked the clerk I could feel the warmth from the vodka pass through me as John said “Follow me to the locker area and then I will show you around.” When we got to the locker area, I found mine and John told me to strip naked and put all my clothes and shoes into the locker, but hang onto my bag and towel. As I striped, John stood in a spot where he had the best view of my naked ass. I locked the locker and started to wrap my towel around me when John told me to give him my towel, grab my bag and then follow him. We walked into an area where there were hallways with doors on either side. Some of the doors were open and you could see a guy lying on the small bed in the room. Some laid on their backs, others on their stomachs, but all were nude, although some did have a towel covering them. John stopped in front of a door at the end of one hallway and using his key opened it to reveal a deluxe room. This room was bigger with a much larger bed in it. John told me to put my bag on the bed as he proceeded to strip off his shirt and shorts which he had put on to meet me in the parking lot. There was a TV hanging on the wall with a gay porno movie playing on it. One guy was bent over a bench while another guy was slowly fucking his ass bareback. My cock began to harden a little as I looked over and for the second time today I found myself staring at John’s gorgeous cock. It appeared to be even bigger and fatter than it was at the water park which I attributed to him being a little excited.

John wrapped his towel around his waist, but when I went to do the same he stopped me. “You will remain naked and exposed for all to see your small shaved cock and your bare ass. That way they will know you are a bottom. If I walk around bare we will have all the bottoms in here wanting me to fuck them.”, John chuckled. When he said this I felt a stirring in my cock and I developed a semi hard-on. We exited his room and John locked the door. John walked up and down each of the hallways with rooms. I noticed a number of people standing in the hall outside of their rooms. Some of them had hankies tied to the door handle advertising their interests. I noticed a number of them checking me out as we walked by. Then John walked me out into a common area where there were a number of guys sitting around on couches while some hot gay porno played on a large screen. Some of the guys had their towels covering them, while others had their cocks on full display and were stroking them openly. Along one side of this area there was a wall with a couple of openings in it. That is a maze John said as he led me towards one of the openings. It was quite dark in the maze and it twisted around a few times. I noticed numerous glory holes in the walls as well as some more secluded areas. There were a half a dozen guys in the maze engaged in sucking cocks. John reached down and grabbed my cock which was now fully hard and sticking out. He squeezed it a few times as he whispered to me that we might play in the maze later. John then showed me the shower area. This area had open showers as well as a sauna and steam room. John pointed these out as we headed for an exit to the patio area out back.

Out back there was a large patio area with a pool and a hot tub. Nobody was in the pool, but there were a few guys in the hot tub. John also showed me a couple of “secluded areas” out back where a number of guys had congregated and were actively involved in sexual activity. Other guys stood around and watched as they stroked their cocks or made out as they watched the show. In one area a young twink was spitted between two guys. He was aggressively sucking off one guy while another guy was plowing him deep from behind. My cock jumped to attention as I saw this, a fact that did not go un-noticed by the guys watching. By now I was feeling a good buzz from the vodka. John noticed this and as he completed the tour of the place he led me back to his room. As we entered, he dropped his towel as he locked the door. His cock was now half erect and my eyes were glued to it.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”, John asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

John then looked me in the eyes and said, “If you wish to continue, take what is needed for Step 3 from your bag and kneel on the edge of the bed with your face down on a pillow. If you wish to skip this step then sit on the edge of the bed and we will discuss how you want the remainder of the evening to go.”

As there was no harm in Step 3, I knelt on the bed as instructed and reached into my bag and pulled out my butt plug. I felt John come up behind me and begin massaging the cheeks of my ass. He would push them together, then pull them apart, watching my hole as he did so. The effect on me was very relaxing, or maybe it was the vodka. All I know is I was feeling very relaxed and mellow. John stepped away for a moment and when he returned I felt something cool and slippery on my hole and I knew John had applied some lubricant. Slowly he began running his fingers in circles around the rim of my hole. Every few rounds I would feel his fingers move inwards towards the opening, but then quickly retreat to the rim. This teasing resulted in a growing need to feel his fingers in me and I began to unconsciously push back each time I felt his fingers at my opening. John continued this slow teasing for what seemed like ten minutes, adding more lubricant every so often until I could feel it running down the back of my ball sac. Then on one of my backwards pushes I felt his finger enter my opening. At first it was just the tip and John held it there. I tried to push back further but John put a hand on my ass cheek preventing me from pushing any further back. And then I felt it … slowly he began to press his finger deeper into me. Then he pulled his finger completely out, and then quickly placed it against me and slowly pressed it in again. It did not take John long to introduce a second and then a third finger. With each stroke I felt my hole loosening up a little more.

Suddenly I felt an emptiness as John removed his fingers. But before I could ask him to please put his fingers back in, I felt the tip of my butt plug being pressed against my hole. John slowly began to rotate the butt plug first one way, then the other, as he slowly began pushing it in a little then withdrawing it. Twist right, then left, thrust forward, pull back. My hole was aching for him to shove it all the way in, but he kept teasing me, building my desire.

After about five minutes of loosening me up with the plug, he stopped, holding the plug so its widest point was right at the rim of my hole, holding it open. He held it there, letting me calm down for a moment. I did not realize my excitement and rapid breathing until I began to calm down. As he continued to hold the plug in place he said, “Decision time again. We a e now at Step 4. If you decide to do this step, remove the next item from your bag. If you wish to skip this step just push back and I will shove the plug the rest of the way in now.”

During my correspondence with John over the past month, he had been very interested in my orgy experience at the gay resort. He was especially curious about the pain medications I was taking at the time and if I had any of the meds remaining. I had told him that I had not taken all the pills that had been prescribed. I had held on to the remaining pills in case I needed them for pain in the future or for more recreational uses. As a result of these discussions John had directed me with specific instructions in preparation for Step 4. Before I left my house I was supposed to clean out one of the empty enema bottles I had used. Then I was to crush up half of one of the pain pills (they were quite strong) and place it in the bottle along with 1 ounce of 150 proof grain alcohol which would dissolve the pill, then cap the bottle and put it in my bag. This was for Step 4. Knowing the affects of the medication lasted about four hours, I had decided to use a whole pill and two ounces of grain alcohol, reasoning was that half could be used and if things went well and I was still playing after 4 hours I would have more if needed.

Step 4 was indeed a big decision. I already had a very good buzz from the vodka I had drunk. One ounce of grain alcohol would be the equivalent of two more shots of vodka, plus a half of a pain pill. And this would be rapidly absorbed through the lining of my ass. I knew the resulting high would definitely relax my inhibitions and I would be taking cocks in my ass. But at the orgy had I not maintained enough clear thought to demand that condoms be used? Even if I did lose enough inhibition tonight to let John or others enter me bare, I could always demand that they pull out and not cum in me. The memory of that night at the orgy, the wonderful high, the thrill of multiple cocks using me had fueled my fantasies for several years. I thought about it almost every time I masturbated. I had been dying for the opportunity to have that experience again. Had I not placed the ad and begun my correspondence with John with the fantasy in my head that maybe I would get high enough and uninhibited enough to take bare cocks? And in my fantasy hadn’t those cocks filled me with hot loads? Wasn’t that what I really wanted, but just had not been able to get over the last hurdle? Wasn’t that why John had helped develop this approach? Work up the excitement and the thrill? Let the inhibitions down a step at a time? Give me the opportunity at each step to say no?

Step 4 was not the last step. There was still at least one more step after this where I could stop things. So what would be the harm in going ahead with Step 4? All these thoughts went through my head in only a couple of seconds so there was hardly any delay before I reached into my bag and took out the enema bottle. As John saw me pull it from my bag, he slowly backed off with the butt plug. My hole felt empty and open, wanting something back in it. John took the bottle from me and removed the cap and then inserted the nozzle into me. As I was loose, I didn’t feel it go in at all so John moved it around a little so I would know that he had inserted it into me. He held it there for a few moments and then said, “There appears to be a little more than an ounce here. But might as well use it up and not waste any.”

Before I could explain to John that I had made extra so there would be some to use later if needed, he gave the bottle a quick squeeze and the entire contents was injected up my ass. As I felt the burn from the grain alcohol hit my insides, I realized I was now on my way to one hell of a high with a full pain pill and the equivalent of 4 more shots of vodka being rapidly absorbed into my system. John removed the nozzle and tossed the bottle aside as he picked up the butt plug and pressed it all the way in. “This will hold Step 4 in until it is all absorbed”. As the burn began to subside, I felt warmth begin to permeate through my body, beginning with my ass and radiating outwards engulfing my whole body. John came around to the side of the bed and I could see his cock was fully hard and his cum filled balls were hanging low in his big hanging sac. John had said he had an 8” cock, but he must have meant 8” soft, because what I was staring at had to be at least 9” to 9 ½”. I rolled over on my side and slid over to the end of the bed which put my mouth at the perfect level to begin sucking his cock. I took him into my mouth and began to slowly make love to his cock with it. As my mind and body began to float, the only thing I was aware of was how wonderful this cock felt and that I wanted to get to know and taste every single microscopic part of it. I lost track that the cock was even attached to someone or something. It was just a giant cock floating in the universe. And then I became aware of the balls hanging beneath it. As the slick cock dripping with my saliva brushed across my cheek, I leaned forward so that I could take his hairless nut sac into my mouth. I licked and cradled his balls with my tongue, bathing them as if they were some young boy being bathed in a temple. I don’t know how long I worshipped this beautiful cock and balls but I became aware that John was gently pushing me back onto the bed, rolling me onto my back. I felt like I was drifting through the air on a magic carpet.

Then I heard John say “Time for another decision. You still have a few more things in your bag. You can suck on me some more and feast on my tasty load, or you can take the remaining things from your bag. The decision is yours.”

I was trying to remember what else was in my bag. Again it seemed like hours but it was only a few seconds before I remembered. As John had directed, I had taken an empty soda bottle and packed about an inch of cotton balls in the bottom and then opened a fresh bottle of poppers and poured some in wetting the cotton and then closing the bottle up. This allowed a good volume of vapors to build up in the bottle and it could be used in any position without worrying about spilling the poppers. John was so smart about such things! There was also a spray can of something called Maximum Impact that John had asked me to pick up and a linen handkerchief. Being a popper freak as soon as I remembered what was left in the bag, I immediately emptied it out. As John looked on with amusement I grabbed the soda bottle with the poppers, uncapped it and jammed it up my nostril taking a long deep inhale before sticking it up the other side and completely filling my lungs with the vapors. I felt my eyes rolling back in their sockets for a moment and when I again could focus I saw John between my legs. His cock was bobbing up and down and he was holding the butt plug in his hand. I didn’t even feel him remove it, but I was suddenly aware of an emptiness in my hole. John threw the butt plug aside and picked up the handkerchief and the spray can. My gaze was still focused on his beautiful cock and at that moment I wanted to feel it inside of me. As I watched it bob up and down as if in slow motion, I saw a fine line of pre-cum ooze out and drip from the tip. His cock was bare! He wasn’t wearing a condom! I started to panic for a moment when I felt a cold cloth against my mouth. It distracted me from my panic for a moment as I heard John say yet again, “Decision time”. I knew I had never been this high in my life, yet I was loving it. I felt so uninhibited and free. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside of me, but he was bare! Should I let him in? I could always ask him to pull out before he cums. But he had told me once he got his cock into an ass he never pulled out until after he came. But I know John. He is a real nice guy and he would never force himself on someone. He would respect their wishes.

I felt the itch and a twitching deep inside my hole. It was begging for something inside. In my mind I said to myself, “I can ask him to put the plug back in and I will suck him off. But that cock is so beautiful and sexy. It will look so hot sliding in and out of my hole. Maybe I will let him stick just the head in.” John had moved closer and I felt the head of his cock right near my hole, lightly brushing the rim as it bobbed up and down. “Decision time.”, I heard him say again. I thought I could open my mouth and just inhale a little from the handkerchief. I opened my mouth and as the first hit from the vapors entered my lungs I knew I just wanted to keep breathing in. I felt myself losing consciousness but I knew that was what I wanted. (Afterwards John told me I never lost consciousness but I was totally lost in my high. He had to pull the rag from my mouth or I would have sucked it down my throat).

As I came down a little from the rush I became aware of something big and hard and wonderful stroking in and out of my hole. My whole body felt like it was just one long sleeve with something sliding through it. After a few more minutes I became aware of John over the top of me slowly stroking the entire length of his cock in and out of my hole. There was no pain, no discomfort just a wonderful full feeling. As he stroked, I was staring up at his chest. I had a close-up view of the tattoo at his shoulder. The colors were so vibrant, the design so intricate and subtle. John was beginning to pick up his pace and stroke faster. I began to see a pattern emerge in the tattoo, subtly blended into the image. I raised my finger and traced the outline of the pattern as if trying to feel a difference. Was I seeing things or was this pattern a symbol?

As I looked up into John’s eyes he smiled and nodded, acknowledging that I was correct in what I saw. I saw his lips move and heard him say, “I like you and today has been a wonderful experience. Therefore for the first time in my life I will make an exception to my rule. I will pull out before I am finished. But only if you ask me to.”. I could sense his cock getting harder inside me and he was picking up his pace. His cock felt so wonderful inside me, I didn’t want the feeling to end. And I had wanted this for so long… to feel a bare cock deep inside me and to feel it shoot a hot load… to feel the spasms as it jerked and spewed forth. But his cum was toxic. It would infect me. It would make me sick. But somehow that made the idea so much hotter. But I am married, I shouldn’t be doing this. But that too made the idea hotter. John was now pounding hard and fast. The bed was shaking and I felt something bang against my side. Looking over I spotted the soda bottle with the poppers.

Just then John said, “I am getting close. Decision time. Do you want me to pull out?”

I reached down and grabbed the soda bottle and pulled off the top shoving it up my nose and taking a huge hit, then I shoved it up my other nostril and just as I started to inhale, I looked into John’s eyes as he let out a grunt and I felt his cock begin to spasm shooting jet after jet of cum deep inside me.

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Guest JizzDumpWI
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Dave you are the protagonist? Have you found "John" yet?

Guest JizzDumpWI
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I hope your post inspires a "John" in Florida to get a hold of you...

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Dave, while the story is unbelievable hot, and I can and do understand your fantasies, I hope you don't go through with this. I'm trying to not be judgemental here, but really. If you were a single guy and properly informed yourself about the consequences I wouldn't dream of criticizing. But if you really do have a wife who doesn't know, it's her health you're playing with as well. You're making this decision for her and nobody should have that right... So please, I urge you to think this trough!

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That or if you do go through with it, switch to condom sex with the mrs, or abstain altogether.

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