Connecting with a Determined Bug Chaser

[Hotload84]

I'd been cruising the Dude on Men-For-Men-Sex for over a year, never able to connect. Whenever his schedule jutted left, mine jagged right. The whole affair was strange from the start.

He’d often say, "If only you knew what you could do for me." That was enough to keep my appetite whetted. Over the months, as we chatted, I concluded he was NEG. When we finally met, I suspected he might be a Chaser, since and used a vaginal film “for protection,” which had, so he bragged, the highest concentration of N-9 (nonoxynol-9) on the market.

And as every Faggot knows, while N-9 might be great for bitches wanting to avoid getting knocked up, it doesn’t inhibit the Bug, and, in fact, facilitates HIV infection.

Mr. Clean douched and douched to the extent he couldn’t unload all the water, and his Ass was so tight I could have sharpened pencils up his Butt. So we parted, friends, but both feeling, all things considered, that it wasn’t gonna work out.

Last night he called to say he'd returned from Europe and wanted to see me. I hadn't had my quota for the day yet, so I responded, "Why not?"

From thereon, my thoughts became twisted. I thought back to our earlier conversations in which I perceived something sinister in his character. Again, he used the N-9, and again I penetrated his NEG Pussy raw. He turned out to be one of my sweetest Fucks ever. I wanted to him up with POZ Jizz; nothing more, nothing less—it was that simple. Through the various chambers, twists, and canals, to the Prostate we fucked, as my load oozed into his N9-chafed Pussy. We fucked for an hour, and he told me he wanted my Cum and all that went with it. That was the closest he ever came to admitting a Death Wish.

I mentioned my fantasy about fucking a guy while he slept, and he said that was his Number One Fantasy, too! I couldn't believe it. The more he elaborated, the more certain I was that he wanted to be dominated, abused, and humiliated. But going him one better, I fully intended to lead him down the path to ANNIHILATION.

He hopped nude from the bed over to the tiny duffel bag he’d come in with (some might facetiously have called it a purse) and pulled out a small vial of pills containing a sedative.

“If I take two of these, I’ll be out like a light in half an hour. Should I?”.

“Your choice,” I shrugged. “I think we both want the same thing.”

He hopped back on the bed. His Ass in the air, I pounded him passionately. A quarter hour later his lids began to flicker. In another 5 minutes he was cutting Z's, and I plowed his Mancunt as I’d never done any dude before.

I pilloried his Ass full throttle for a good 30 minutes as he wafted in and out of consciousness. It was hard to see how anyone could sleep through that kind of pounding, but the narcotic had done its job.

Aroused to the hilt by (a) his helplessness and ( his NEG status, I wanted to blow multiple loads. I knew that I might not have a second chance. His European boyfriend was arriving the next day, and they had vowed a life of monogamy for as long as they were together.

I wanted to POZ both their NEG Asses, and I knew only one sure way to do it. If I could POZ Sleeping Beauty here, his Paramour would surely follow. I pulled out of his Pussy. The young man dozed fitfully as POZ RED LIFE FLUID filled the syringe.

[evilqueerpig]

Why was this never continued? I like where it was heading!