Brown Bottle Guides The Way

[feedyourhead]

This is only my second go at this, guys (and it's a true story) so I hope y'all enjoy!

 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

One night a few months back, I had to work late. We had a server crash and I was tasked with trying to collect as much data as I could. I ordered Chinese and as the sunset in the western sky, my eyes were burning and my patience was running thin. Not that I have a boyfriend to go home to, but hell---watching porn, watching the Golden Girls, or sleeping was better than this! I glanced down at my phone and it said 8:11. I decided to call it a night, and closed my workstation down and headed for the exit. I took a detour to the bathroom to take a leak---it’s a 15 mile drive home and there’s roadwork after 8 on the expressway.

 

As I am pissing and enjoying the feeling of release, I glance over toward the sink and notice a sharps container. I work with some older folks, many of whom suffer from diabetes, so it makes sense, logically. Yet, my mind saw the biohazard symbol and my dick immediately started to swell (thankfully I was done pissing). Bad thoughts at work are hot in fantasies, but nothing worth someone coming in and then having an issue that would land me in the unemployment line. So, I zipped up, washed up, and headed towards my car.

 

On the ride home, while trying to enjoy the swell in my dick, I pull out some poppers from my console (hey, you never know when that trick asks you to come over on your lunch break!) and huffed. That biohazard symbol kept coming back to me. I had to focus on the road, but my dick focused on that red and black symbol I craved.

 

Wait---it was the second Wednesday of the month! On the second Wednesday of the month, our local sex club (Manifest) hosts a “Poz 4 Play” night. I am neg, and had always glanced at it and moved past it at home on my computer. Either the guys going weren’t really my type, I was too chicken shit to actually commit to going, or had something going on. Needless to say, I was torn---but being a member of this site has pushed me further and further to what will someday become (hopefully) a reality---the poz swimmers will take root and give me what I crave. I pull into a gas station, change into a jockstrap I had from baseball practice (earlier that week---sweaty too, hehe) and hopped back in my car.

 

So, another huff and I plug the coordinates into my GPS---and 20 minutes later I am there. I’m in the parking lot. Car is running, the air is thick and humid, and the broadcaster is going on about the Braves dropping a game to the Padres.

 

Moment of truth---do I take a chance and go? Or cut and run back home to porn and bed. Poppers---poppers like a magic 8 ball will guide me. I slowly inhale, and relax. I breathe out and release the day---I slowly get out from my car and make my walk to the door. I pay my money, and the door guy gives me a wink and says “You’ll be popular tonight young man” (Oh yeah, I’m 29, white, blonde hair, ice blue eyes, 8c, and an ass made of velvet). I nodded and gave him a smile and walked in. He then said, “Hey kid, have fun” and tossed me a small bottle of lube. Yep---I was in the right place.

 

To give you some backgrounds, Manifest isn’t like a bathouse. You can’t walk around full on naked because there aren’t showers, there aren’t towels, and there isn’t a gym. It’s a straight on sex club. There are rooms (some that lock and some that don’t, and some with and without gloryholes). I walked through the place and saw some porn playing, some noises from some of the rooms and the smell of plywood the place was built with and the dim glow of some dirty lightbulbs lighting the place. I find a darkroom in the middle.

 

Now, I love anonymous sex. I love being face down ass up blindfolded for men to come in and fill me. I don’t want them to see me and I don’t want to see them. I want their cum in me and that’s it. And, I invite bottoms over for the same treatment. It’s just easier that way---no names, no drama, no fuss. But, this was poz night. Walking in the place is certainly a step in and of itself, but taking that next step to walk into the dark room was something different. Again, the brown bottle in my hand did the trick. A little huff and I walked in. Not only did I walk in, I pulled my pants down and exposed my jockstrapped ass. I applied some lube, turned towards the wall and heard the floorboards creak.

 

A hand, two hands caressed my fuzzy ass. The top then felt my smooth hole and grunted in delight. He used the lube to slather up his dick---this was it. I didn’t turn around (not that I could see anything anyway) and huffed again. He slid in just as the poppers kicked in. He went balls deep in the first thrust and I knew then what a pig felt like. Feeling his abs as he pounded me with his thick cock put me into outer space. I tuned out all noises, distractions, and other men to focus on THIS man giving me the seed I craved. It was all about him---in that moment.

 

He fucked me hard and rough for a few minutes with a decent sized cock until the pace picked up, the breathing labored---and then it happened. A poz load up my ass. Not my first by any means, but first in a setting like this. Time had stopped, I’d just succumbed the moment. And as soon as he pulled out and I was about to get up, another one replaced it. I was in complete shock and complete bliss. All those nights reading stories on Breeding Zone and now, here I am! Again, the brown bottle shit everything else off except that poz dick up my hole---and that's the way I both wanted it to be and the way it should be.

 

I must’ve taken 5 or 6 loads, before one burly muscular hairy bear guy whispered “I’ve seen your neg ass looking at my profile on BBRT---so enjoy this load” and popped it in me. I never understood how guys lost track of how much cum they took until that night. It was different---taking them all at once rather than one off situations where one guy dumps his load in me at home and leaves. This was special---and I loved it.

 

My ass then needed a break and I needed a shower, so I pulled up trou and quickly made my exit. A rather inglorious and unromantic end to an evening I won’t soon be forgetting.

 

This was 3 months ago, and I’m still neg, and still planning on going back and taking more poz cum.

Edited June 17, 2015 by feedyourhead

[MackyJay]

Need a place like that around here.

[cumhole1919]

There's nothing like the sound of a man you haven't seen as he's ejaculating inside your cumhole.  I hope you carried those loads home and watched them squirt out of your cunt.  I would squirt them out onto a mirror then put them back in before I jacked off.

[Slipitupme]

There is a sauna I go to regularly, which has a "naked" day where no towels are allowed. Its very popular and I'd say the majority of guys fuck bareback.

There is an upstairs play area with rooms, videos and a cinema but the real trolls head for what I call the pit.

Its a basement room off the main corridor which is pitch black. As you descend the stairs, the darkness envelopes you and all you can see are vague shapes in the darkness and all you can hear are the soft sighs, grunts and skin on skin of men having sex.

I like it because its anonymous, and because the trolls down there wouldn't get a look in upstairs and are as sleazy as they come.

There is an open space, a low bench along one wall and a sling in the corner.

As I descend the stairs, I tear open a sachet of lube and smear it into my arsehole so I'll be ready for whatever the drkness might hold.

Its busy inside. I bump into flabby, sweating bodies and hands grope for my swelling cock.

I push through to the back and bend over onto the slimey bench, my buttocks upraised and spread as I crouch.

I don't have to wait long. A calloused finger runs up and down my crack, fingering the lube, and then I feel him get behind me and a thick, stubby cock slides into me.

I gasp with pleasure at this forceful entry, and I can feel his fat, sweating belly against my buttocks.

He starts to thrust in and out and a crowd of guys push round us,, hands grabbing my cock and fingers probing my hole where the cock is sliding in and out. Grunts of excitement when they feel the lack of condom.

I can't see anything, but I'm surrounded by sweating, excited men as I'm fucked like a bitch in heat.

The man gives a loud grunt of satisfaction and I feel his cock throb as he cums in me.

When he pulls out, I reach back and feel cum dripping over my balls.

A bottle is thrust under my nose, and I take a deep hit of poppers as someone else gets into the saddle, sliding a long thin cock up me.

I give myself up to it, allowing them to breed me in the darkness, taking their filthy sperm willingly into my body....

[Hellboy]

That was fucken hot .... Hope there is more to come

[BreedMeNYC]

Very hot story. I've been to Manifest a couple times, but never on the poz4play night. I went on a "regular" night and it was just ok, but you should check out the CumUnion parties there. I've been to them in a few different cities and Atlanta was surprisingly my favorite. Lots of dirty poz talk too. You can check your clothes at CumUnion so there's more of a bathhouse feel

[randyrawman]

Hot story. Hope you write more, stud.

[Jaymarcs]

Wow ... Someone else who puts porn and the Golden Girls in the same sentence!  I think I'm in love!

[TwinkBoi4Daddy]

this story was AMAZING!!!!

[Bttm2go]

That little brown bottle always turns me into a slut.

[mplsguy67]

I need to visit this place