"I’m not gonna forget this for a long, long time."

[Hotload84]

I walked into the baths about 4 p.m., horny as hell, and saw this guy, Mike, coming out of the showers.

He was the same guy who’d taken my load two weeks earlier. We’d fucked standing up; and I plowed his ass, my balls slapping his butt. But what caught my attention was the way he wiggled his ass at the end to catch the last few drops of my cum. I wondered why we hadn’t exchanged phone numbers.

Mike was about 5'8, mostly shaved head, less than average body hair, nicely muscled, small waist, average cock, great legs, bubble butt, and still neg.

Me? I’m 5'5, 150, beefy, muscular, good arms and legs, smooth, and poz. I’m normally a bottom and can take a severe pounding. About the only thing that makes me top is a stud pussy, preferably neg, who needs it more than I do. And this was one such guy. I zeroed in on him in the corridor, and our eyes locked.

“Hi, Mike,” I said in my best nonchalant, glad-to-see-you manner. I wasn’t sure how much he remembered our previous encounter.

He stopped, legs spread, ready for anything.

I stepped behind him and slipped my hand beneath his towel. I knew what I’d find, but had to confirm. Yes! Lubed and ready to go. Moist hole. Nice pussy.

I led him to the only room available, an open cubicle with the door removed. He lay down on the bunk, and right away I stuck a finger up his ass. He moaned. I knew how this was going to end. Just like it had the last time. I was going to fuck him raw, no rubber, my pozcum shooting up his ass.

"You like taking loads, don't you?".

He hesitated, reluctant to acknowledge his perversion.

“You want my cock up your ass? You need it, don’t you?” I had to get this bottom to commit. To do so would expose him to a variety of venues.

“Please, sir,” he begged.

Compliance at last. I raised his legs to my shoulders and shoved my dick into his well lubed hole. He gasped audibly. We locked lips and sucked tongue. I gripped his head like a vise as he chewed my nips.

I fucked him doggie-style. I put my fingers to his lips, and he sucked them eagerly into his mouth. I knew his type well--submissive, horny beyond belief--when in heat willing to do anything to achieve gratification. And I was unscrupulous and amoral enough to use his obsession to convert him.

A small group had gathered in the doorway. Oblivious, we continued to fuck. Thinking that variety would achieve what my pozcum might not, I pulled him to a standing position, his chest against mine, his ass pointed toward the doorway. I kissed him, motioning for a guy, any guy, to cum over.

Johnny-on-the-Spot approached and slipped his dick into Michael. The new dick took Mike by surprise; and reflexively he jerked away, but I pushed him back on it. When he realized I was the instigator, he spread his legs to ride it.

Would I make a great pimp? Whoring this guy out. I spread his ass cheeks further.

"Fuck his ass, " I commanded. "Fuck his faggot pussy. The cum slut wants it. The more he gets, the more he wants. He’s begging for it!"

Mike was huffing and puffing, as his ass muscles coiled about each thrust, in an attempt to keep it in him forever. Out of nowhere a guy knelt between us to suck our dicks. Another approached to work our nips. Michael didn’t stand a chance. He moaned louder. I thought sure he was going to shoot; but it was Johnny-on-the-Spot who obliged.

I slipped my finger in Michael to be sure. He’d been bred all right. Pushing the other guys aside, I crouched down and stuck my tongue up Michael’s ass to taste it. The guy who’d been sucking our dicks stood beside us panting. I supposed he deserved a little something for his efforts. So I again spread Michael’s ass, urging the cocksucker to make a deposit. A few minutes later, he complied.

That's it, I thought to myself. Watching these guys fuck had whetted my appetite. Brotherly love can go just so far. Then you got to take care of #1. I pushed Mike savagely to the bed and entered him. Wow! Manpussy lubed with jizz made all the difference in the world. Fresh cum sloshed around in him, massaging his innards and lubing my dick. His pussy felt so warm and wet and cumfy . I shot the 3rd load of the evening in his sweet hole.

All this was fucking had taken its toll on Michael. He began to groan, "I’m cuming! I’m cuming!” and shot all over his stomach. I quickly bent down to lap it up; and we headed out, through the crowd, to the showers.

He kept saying, "Man, that was a first for me. I’m such a tramp."

I replied that I’d helped him become that tramp.

He nodded, and I could tell he really enjoyed getting ganged. He got this glint in his eye as he said, "I’m not gonna forget this for a long, long time."

I agreed, but not for the reasons he had in mind, considering that I am poz, and he was neg, and his other two fucks were, to say the least, iffy.

End of story? Not quite. We showered, toweled off, and kissed. It was that final lingering kiss that told me neither one of us had had enough. I dragged Mike over to a toilet cube and sat down on the seat. I had him bend over, ass facing me. I licked his hole and finger-fucked him. He started moaning for the umpteenth time. My dick sprang to action as I realized that the cum-whore still hadn’t had enough.

I pulled him down on my cock. The cum loads already in him lubed my dick, and I fucked the 4th load of the day into him. There we were, in the toilet, a couple of poz pigs, fucking like dogs. Oh, shit, I’m getting ahead of myself.