Wendell, Me, and the Bio-hazard Guys

[Hotload84]

On business in the Midwest, I decided to spend the weekend in the city. I went up with my buddy, Wendell. We hit the Traxx on Saturday night, and got there about 11:30. I always thought Midwesterners were hot, but that night they were extra hot.

I ordered a second beer and needed to take a piss. Two fags were at the urinals. I figured they were friends or lovers, since they were dressed alike with biohazard tattoos on their shoulders. I took the urinal next to theirs. I had a raging hard-on, but couldn’t help it. That always happens to me in bars, and I really had to piss. So there I was, my 7” jutting up as I tried to redirect it down. At last a reassuring flow of yellow spewed forth to allay the escalating pressure in my groin. In other words—I pissed while hard. I guess that impressed the biohazard boys. They turned to watch me. As the one next to me began to piss, his Lover jacked him off. Piss splashed in spurts in the bowl next to mine. “I’d love to take that up my ass,” I said.

The Pisser said he’d be happy to oblige—but needed a few more beers to beef up his reserve. His Lover smiled, and told me he’d never been able to piss HARD like me. I told him he could shoot in me, HOWEVER. That cinched it, and we made a date for 2 AM. I didn’t want to blow my load just yet, so I opted to suck cock. Sure enough in minutes I had five eager volunteers surrounding me. Meanwhile my bud wondered what was keeping me and strolled into the crowded john; and there I was—doing my best to satisfy all cummers. I sucked off the five dudes—taking their loads in my mouth, but one landed in my hair. As I combed it out, my horny bud kissed me to suck their jizz out of my mouth. I told him about the tattooed guys as we walked out.

Wendell and I have messed around a lot. We’ve never questioned our partner’s status. The guys we’ve done have either told us they were neg (as we told them) or told us nothing at all. It’s better not to know.

But making it with two poz guys who advertised it on their shoulders was too overt for Wendell, who preferred to sit this one out. At 2 a.m. the guys were waiting. I explained my bud just wanted to watch, and that we were at the Westin ten minutes away. We hopped a cab and headed for our room. The three of us started messin’ around at once, as Wendell sat in the big easy chair. I stripped completely and blew the studs; and they took turns at rimming me. The Pisser had some poppers and I offered him some lube. He worked my hole—stringing precum from his shaft and blending it with oil. He was wearing a thick metal cock ring, which made his dick veins pop like crazy, and was really oozing precum. My ass got really slick. Effortlessly he slipped it in me, and in seconds was pissing up my ass. Things were, to say the least, intense; and I suggested we retire to the bathroom. Carefully, with him still in me, we tiptoed to the tub. He pissed in me again and pulled out. It was all I could do to hold it in.

His Lover stripped and stepped into the tub as the Pisser opted out. My new tub-mate pushed me down, propped my legs upon his shoulders, and started playing with my hole. He asked for a plastic cup, and Wendell handed it to him. He pissed into the cup, filling it to the brim, then filled a second one halfway. He motioned to his bud, who spread my ass cheeks with his fingers. With my hole gaping open, my tub-mate poured the first cup of piss in my ass, and then the second. A yellow stream of urine ran down my thighs. I was about to lose it all, but was ordered by the dudes to keep it in. I struggled to comply. The lovers began jacking in a cup. I grinned at Wendell, who mouthed “Hot!” as he massaged his crotch.

They shot their loads, which filled the cup with an inch of cream. The Pisser spread my cheeks again, and my tub-companion poured the cum in me. My shaft was hard; but I dared not touch it, for fear of losing it all. I was enjoying myself too much for that. I remembered the butt plug in my bag and asked Wendell retrieve it. He handed it to the Pisser, who lubed it in the cum cup and rammed it up my ass. My load of piss and cum secure, I jacked ferociously and shot cream all over myself and on the tile wall behind me. The eager lovers scooped it up and licked it off their fingers. The Pisser pulled the butt plug out of me Piss and cum exploded from my hole, splashing my ass and legs and the thighs of my companion. The bio-boys, ever so polite, helped me up; and we showered and toweled off. The three of us sauntered into the bedroom. There was Wendell in the easy chair, stripped naked and massaging his hard shaft.

It was 4 AM., and I figured we were done. But I was wrong. My tub-companion hadn’t fucked me yet. He pushed me on the bed and once again hoisted my legs to his shoulders. Like the two of us were meant for that position. The Fucker plowed me for half an hour. As he plundered my ass, the Pisser worked three fingers in my hole. The Fucker gave a final thrust and planted a third poison load of jizz in me. Pulling out, the Pisser shoved his big-ass dick in me so fast that barely a drop of cum was lost. He wasted no time in burying his own poz seed in me, only he kept it in me by laying there, atop me, his huge prick planted up my ass, trapping the two fresh loads of venom in me. I was pinned beneath him. The Fucker knelt between Wendell’s legs, drooling on his shaft. Old Wendell acquiesced at last. He gulped down Wendell’s cream and licked his lips, as he approached the bed With the Pisser’s dick still impaling me, he planted his lips on mine, and spit Wendell’s jizz, the part he hadn’t swallowed, smack into my mouth. It was going on 5. Reluctantly the Pisser pulled out. We exchanged names and numbers, and the bio-lovers left.

As I stood up to lock the door, cum was running down my leg. Too gutted to clean up, I scooped it up and swallowed it. Wendell must have felt as fatigued as I, because, silently, he flipped the light switch; and we collapsed on our respective beds. There’s such a thing as being too tired to sleep. I lay there thinking about the Traxx and the bio-boys, and the loads of cum and piss I’d taken. I reflected on the last time I’d taken loads I absolutely knew were poz, and thought those were the first. Biohazard symbols danced in midair above my head.

In the adjacent bed Wendell tossed and turned, as poz jizz leaked from my ass, soiling the sheet beneath me. He rose to go to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and lay there motionless as he approached my bed. After what seemed like eons, he crawled atop me, and we embraced. He sucked my ass, savoring the poz seed of the biohazard studs. Without further ado, he shoved his sizable Prince-Albert up my hole. I took my fifth load of the night.

We slept like that, Wendell’s dick in me, trapping the seeds of poz and neg. I pulled off the slumbering Wendell and sat down on the toilet. Piss and gobs of gunky jizz spewed out of me. I gazed down at the toilet bowl. Gangly gossamers of neg and poz wafted on a sea of yellow. I didn’t flush it.

Edited November 6, 2012 by Hotload84

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Hot story...wish it were me