Life of a Bareback Bottom

[Hotload84]

I had been chatting with this guy from Bareback.Com. His Profile there said he was POZ. I never let on I’d read it. His Yahoo Profile said nothing of his Status, and he chose not bring it up when he IM’d me, ”I wanna fuck you fulla Cum!”

Saturday morning we were chatting, when he said he had to go. I figured I’d catch him later. After doing some laundry, I logged back on; and he suggested, “I can stop by for a Quickie. Be there in 15 minutes.”

While I waited, a older Charged Daddy, who’d fucked me many times, inquired, “You accepting Loads today?”

“Cum over in an hour.”

There was a knock at the door. I opened up to a ruff neck Dude in his mid-thirties with a receding hairline in flannel shirt and jeans. We went into the bedroom, and I dropped my trou and unbuckled his.

I knelt down to suck his Shaft and bent over to offer him my Ass. He ate my Pussy and mounted me—didn't last long, but still threw a decent Fuck. Less than 10 minutes later he was pounding his Venom into me. As he dressed, he told me he wanted to fuck me with his Bud the next time, and tag team my Hole.

I wondered if his Bud were also POZ.

“Just let me know when.”

I hopped back online while waiting for Daddy to appear. A Married Black Dude emailed me. He had no pic, but sounded good and lived nearby—close enough that it wouldn’t be a total waste of time if it didn’t work out.

“I need to run up the store before I can play. I’ll email you when I get back—maybe in an hour?”

Daddy showed up and we got naked. I was lying on the bed with him between my legs. When he fingered my Mancunt, he smiled.

“Already got a Load in you? This early?”

“A man can’t keep no secrets, anymore.”

“You can’t keep nothin’ from ur Daddy.”

He lifted up my boy legs and rammed his fat Daddy Cock up my Pussy.

“Ain’t gonna last too long with your Chute lubed up like this—with some Dude’s Cum—POZ, no doubt.

I couldn’t deny it.

“Tug on Daddy's Nips, Boy."

I tweaked his Nips as he thrust his Noxious Rod in and out of me.

"Take my Load, Boy." He banged his POZ Spooge up my Hole. He pulled out, stood at the edge of the bed, and caught his breath. I knelt before him and licked the Toxic Jizm off his Diseased Shaft.

After Daddy left. I got back online. I gave the Black Guy directions.

“I’ll be over in 10 minutes.”

I debated if I should leave the Hazmat Droppings up my Mancunt. I didn't want to freak him out with a Pussy Oozing Jizm, should he turn out to be a potential Fuck Bud.

Finally I concluded, “Fuck it!” And left the two Charged Loads up my Hole.

He was built like a football player. So far, so doable. We went into the bedroom, and I pulled down his jeans. His 8" Uncut Piece turned out to be a meager 5-1/2". There is nothing wrong with any Cock size. Hell, I’ve gulped down more green Clap Ooze than most guys have ever swallowed Cum. I just hate guys who exaggerate about their Cocks.

Anyway, I started to suck the Meager One and got him real hard. Soon I was pulling back his foreskin to reveal a bright red Cock Head dripping precious Precum. I vowed to have that in me.

He pulled out a joint and lit it, pressing it to his lips, then mine.

When he was relaxed and kinda high, I lay back on the bed.

“Whatcha like?”

He crawled between my legs.

“I wanna fuck your White Boy Ass.”

He scanned the room.

“Got a Rubber?”

“Fresh out. I thought you were bringing them. You’re married right? You’re clean?”

He nodded.

“So fuck me bare. Just this once. It’s OK.”

I spread my legs and twitched my Pussy muscles so he could get a birds-eye gander of what awaited him. He thought about it for a second, then rammed that Red Dick Head up my Mancunt. I get so turned on when I get barebacked by a Black Guy! I threw every trick I knew at him, and rode that Bi-Black-Cock like a Bitch-In-Heat. We changed positions, and I was sitting on his Pole.

The Bi was getting close, and warned me of it. I rode his Pelvis with increasing vigor, clenched my Sphincter, and milked honeydew Precum the consistency of Nectar from his Piss Slit. He rewarded me with four gigantic spurts of the creamiest NEG Spooge I’d ever taken. I gave him my phone number. I wanted to give him the key to my apartment, along with, of course, the BUG.

Later that day I took one more Charged Load. Some skanky Latino with really bad breath knocked me up, but I never asked his Status. Why bother?