Trading Strains at Slammers

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I went to Slammers with my Lover Sunday night. We headed directly to the Sling Room—a hot place for action at the Club. After pulling off my jeans and slinging them around my neck, I was wearing just a white Tee and Jock. Jockstraps are a great come-on for Assplay.

A Dude fingered my Butthole while working my Nips. My Lover came over, whispered something to him, and lubed my Pussy with a tiny tube of Vaseline. The Dude plowed my Mancunt, then stopped, and said he didn't want to Cum yet. He left, and my Lover came over and fingered my Hole to see if, by chance, he’d made a deposit. We split.

I cruised around for a while, pissing on the guys soaking in the Tubs, warming by the outdoor Fire Pit, and getting my Cock sucked through a Glory Hole.

I ran into the Dude from the Sling Room again. We entered a booth and he fucked the hell out of me. When he got close, I demanded his Cum, preferably POZ, no ifs ands or butts. I grabbed his Ass to keep his Cock in me. He shot his first Load of the night, and we took a well-deserved break.

By that time I was hot to make a Lethal Deposit. Back in the Sling Room this slender Asian Boy was taking all Cummers. The Kid and I played with each other, and I felt the Cock sliding in and out of his Ass. I wanted to be sure they weren’t using a Condom. My lingering digits forced the Top Over the Brink.

I moved into position to assault that sweet yellow Pussy, first with my tongue and then my Dick. When I rimmed the Youth, all I could taste was Cum and Ass Juice—no Lube at all in his sloppy Hole. After a few hits of Poppers, I shot my Toxic Load. I got down and rimmed his Ass a second time to taste my own Cum. Then I got a mouthful, and kissed him, so he could savor what his Mancunt tasted like. If he wasn’t already POZ, perhaps I’d turned the Trick.

Mr. First Guy showed up again, fingered my Hole and felt for his Load in my Cunt. He asked if he could push in a bit further.

“Go for it!”

His fingers swelled into a hand stretching my Sphincter. It’d been a while since I’d been fisted, and our position was awkward; so he pulled his paw out and shoved his Cock in. He was still rock hard and ready to shoot. He plowed his first Cum Load deep inside me then shot another on top of that. After resting a minute, he pulled out and kissed me, while he helped another Dude enter me for Sloppy Seconds.

I told Mr. Fist, “This guy better be POZ.”

“Don’t Worry, Dude. When he shoots, you’ll have three POZ Loads up your Ass.” It turned out the two were roomies and had cum in together.

I sat down by the Fire Pit to contemplate their Bug assaulting my Innards, slipping past my body’s vital defenses, into my Bloodstream, melding with my original Virus, transmogrifying into an ever more potent, drug-resistant Strain. That’d give me plenty of ammo for my future NEG Prey.

Inspired by my ruminations, I re-entered the Sling Room and played with a guy getting dicked. When the Fucker pulled out, I slid into the Fuckee’s Cum-filled Hole, but lasted just a few minutes. I needed to get screwed, and went looking for it. I stopped by the Tubs to piss on a guy. Nothing there. I went down for some coffee and ran into my Lover. He hadn't Cum yet, so we agreed on another 30 minutes.

I went back to the Sling Room and a tall, muscular guy 6'4" was there. HOT! He fingered my Hole, and we entered a private booth. He fucked me maybe a quarter hour before he shot into me—and I shot all over the wall. Yeah, I know—a waste of good Cum. He zipped up and left, and I didn’t even find out if he was POZ (Yeah, Man!) or NEG (Tsk, Tsk!)