Sex Pig Diaries

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The story below is the first part of "Sex Pig Diaries" which I have found in an email from a Yahoo Group which no longer exists. I didn't write this, but it is of a standard that deserves to be shared again. Enjoy!.....

 

The story recounts my raw adventures with cum pigs and poz guys.  Note

that this is not a complete list, just some notable highlights.

 

CJ: My First Poz Load

 

The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s.  At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men.   However, within the next year or two everything >would change.

 

The guys name was CJ.  He was a work friend and occasional fuck buddy of my lover at the time, David.  I remember when I first met CJ I thought he was just the hottest thing I'd ever seen.  He was good looking, well proportioned, sweet natured, had an ass like an inverted valentine, and... according to Dave...was totally humpy guy in bed.  Actually, CJ was the human equivalent of a golden retriever, fun loving, always happy, and not too picky about what lap he jumped into. He was also my first bear chaser though the terms did not really exist then.  So eventually CJ got around to me.  I remember when he first kissed me, it felt like I was melting and I swear to God I felt my knees buckle.  Now I had always enjoyed kissing, but it was not until that time that I realized the movie caliber kisses actually did exist.

 

After that we played around a bit, but jealousy on my partner's part and envy on mine made it problematic.  So I sort of dismissed CJ and filed him under the category "David's Friend" and didn't think much more of it. Then one Saturday day CJ called.  Dave was at his photography class and was planning to meet CJ afterwards for some lunch.  CJ wondered if I'd like to join them.  I thought I really shouldn't given the tension CJ generally caused between Dave and myself, but it was one of those sparkling Spring days and I wanted to get out of the house. So CJ said he would drop by on his way to meet Dave. I didn't think much about the arrangement, that's until CJ showed up about half an hour early and basically jumped me.  The first thing we did was make out like crazed teenagers.  Again, this was movie stuff...hot and consuming...and at some point our clothes came off. Next think I know, CJ lifts my legs and is eating the beejesus out of my ass.  This was new to me.  I had eaten butt a number of times and quite liked it, but no one had ever rimmed me before.

 

CJ suddenly stoped his ministrations and pressed his nice sized and uncut cock to my hole.  I knew what was going to happen and I was a bit reluctant...not because any thoughts of AIDS, but because I was still ambivalent about getting fucked.  It had happened a few times with my partner and some other guys and sometimes it was great and sometimes it was not.  Well CJ slipped it into me and I discovered the wonders of getting fucked by an uncut cock.  Thanks to his spit, foreskin, and a

decent taper, he entered with little friction and for the first time I felt stuffed instead of in pain.  I think I became a confirmed pig bottom at that moment, not that I don't top on occasion. It was simply amazing.  It was so primal and when I felt and tasted the sweat pouring off of CJ my head went to that other place that only a good, sound fucking can take it.  The next thing I know, CJ clamped his mouth onto mine, groaned under his breath, and unloaded in me.

 

Well, we ended up meeting Dave only a few minutes late and proceeded to have a nice afternoon together.  We ended up at a local mall and I remember walking around feeling slightly bow legged and CJs load gradually leak out of me.  Still, when I got home a few hours later and used the can, I noted there was still quite a bit of cum in me.

 

I guess it was about six months later that CJ discovered he was HIV positive.  He told us because my partner was in the hospital and CJ was concerned it was because he infected him.  Dave's problem was actually a heart valve infection and through the course of diagnosis it was discovered that he was still negative.  However, I did need to get tested. I was petrified, but not because I thought CJ infected me or that I regretted what I did.  I was going though a lot then with Dave's illness and I just remember feeling beleaguered by this new responsibility.   And remember, this was when it took weeks to get test results back, so between that and Dave's illness and eventual open heart surgery I was sick with worry.  I remember at one point taking one of Dave's valiums and sitting there and wondering "Ok, am I ever going to relax?"  Turns out I am resistant to valium. Things eventually quieted down and even though CJ was poz, we both still played with him on occasion...though always safely.  However, ever time CJ fucked me, part of me wanted him to remove that rubber and fuck me like he did on that brilliant Spring day.

 

A few years later, I found out he probably would have when it was discovered he had barebacked a few acquaintances of ours.  To this day, I don't know if he was trying to infect these people or just denying his own condition.  Anyway, all turned out still negative.  In fact, I know of no one ever CJ infected.

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Part 2

 

Three Pigs in a Stall

 

So I guess my fascination with poz loads began with CJ.  However, it did not really come to the forefront until the early 1990s when Dave and I parted company.  The entire breakup had been very messy and painful, exacerbated by the interference of a beautiful but sociopathic bear named Paul. It was during this period that I started going to the porn movies in Boston's once infamous Combat Zone on a regular basis.   I actually came out at one of these places two weeks before my 19th birthday and went regularly throughout college, so this was not a new scene to me. But  at that time I was in sore need of a place to escape and the porn theaters provided me with much needed refuge.

The sleaziest and most fun of these was the Pilgrim Theater, a once notable burlesque house that had fallen on hard time.  It was filthy, and in disrepair, drugs were freely trafficked there, and it was considered a cheap flop house by nearly every vagrant in Boston.  It was also total pig sex palace where one could do and get done just about anything with anyone.  And at $7 for all day admission, it was the best bang for the buck in town. I remember one day I actually played hooky from work to go to the Pilgrim.  I was in one of the bathroom stall downstairs when this black guy comes in.  I had played with him before maybe a year or two before. I had sucked him off in the auditorium then he took me downstairs to piss on me in front of the guys hanging out at urinals and in the door-less stalls.  He recognized me, came in, unzipped and pulled out a very nicely sized uncut cock. I sucked him for a while and at one point I looked up and asked him to fuck me.  He said he would fuck me for seven bucks (the price of admission).  I had never paid before and though I was tempted, I also didn't have the cash on me.  The Pilgrim was, after all, not a place where one wanted to be carrying large amounts of cash...or wear clean clothes for that matter.   After a while, the guy decides he doesn't want to cum just yet and goes back to the auditorium.

About a half hour later, the black guy returns with this short, dumpy, middle-aged troll in tow.  They enter the stall next to me.  After a time I peek through the hole in the partition and see the black guy is fucking the troll.  Very brazenly, I pull up my pants half-way, get up, and ask them to join me in my stall.  They agree and still connected at the genitalia, they moved over. At first I started sucking the troll's cheezy, little dick as he was getting fucked.  While I was doing it he was telling me about all the times he had been gang banged in the theater.  After a while the troll decides to suck me, so we exchanged places.  Of course, the black guy now thinks its my turn to get fucked and begins entering me with his dick still funky from the troll's public utility of an ass.  I was really dry and tight, be he had some Vaseline on him, considerately lubed me up, and finally  pushed his way in.

When the troll realized what was happening, he grabbed my head and shoved it into his lap.  I began sucking his pecker again.  Finally, he announces he is going to cum and I asked "In my mouth or up my ass?" Since my ass was occupied and I don't think he felt like interrupting the black guy, he shot his pig load into my mouth and, of course, I swallowed. The troll decides to leave (maybe his lunch hour was over) and the black guys begins fucking me in earnest.  As he fucked faster and harder I do remember distinctly saying to him "Don't cum in me." However, I didn't say it loudly or with great conviction and he unloaded in me without even missing a stroke.  I was a bit freaked, but when he pulled out of me and I saw that little dribble of cum leaking from his big, black cock, what little trepidation I had melted.

Now I don't know if either of these guys were poz, but  they certainly could have been.  Nevertheless, this is the moment when I became a barebacker... even though I didn't even know the term yet...and not only a barebacker, but one with a fetish for getting fucked raw by fellow sex pigs.  And you know what, it didn't particularly bother me. I felt that an issue had been settled and I could stop worrying about it.

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Part 3

The Phone Lines

Even though I was now an active barebacker, and by some standards a very active one at that, it still took a while for the bug chasing thing to firmly take hold. First encountered it the first time I discovered the Boston phone sex lines.  I had been out on a date with a perfectly nice but boring man and when I got home all I could think of was finding some high octane sex with some nameless stranger of very dubious virtue.  I picked up a local gay rag to see what time the porn theaters closed when I saw an ad a line called 550-PIGG.

I only had a vague idea of how these lines worked, but I decided to give it a try.  At first it was very hard to figure out how the system operated, but eventually I got the hang of it.  And after a few hours, I finally did manage to find someone. Actually, I had a terrific time.  I met this guy named Jimmy, only 21 years old but already an accomplished sex pig.  He actually made his living running phone sex lines.  We partied, he fucked me, I fucked him, he pissed down my throat, and basically a good time was had by all.  However, as we were starting the next round his office called (by this time it was early morning) and he had to go. So naturally I went home and tried to find someone new, figuring the next hookup would be as easily arranged as the first.  Little did I know I had lucked out and that  finding guys on the phone lines cold be fraught with difficulties and frustration...but that's for another story.

So I was trying to find another trick on the line while taking a bath. I ended up talking to this guy and while we were going through the obligatory question and answer session about our looks, locale,  and sexual tastes he mentioned that he was poz and wanted to cum in me. And guess what, I said as nonchalantly as I could "Sure."  I think he shot at that moment, because he suddenly hung up.  Come to think of it, I came about a minute later just thinking of the consequences of that one little word.

As my life on the phone lines progressed, I encountered more poz men looking to fuck.  Generally this was wicked late at night, a time when people are generally more interested in jerking off and going to sleep than hooking up.  But it was these conversations that enflamed my desire for dirty seed and I began more frequently looking for other sex pigs, knowing that some of them undoubtedly would be poz.

 

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Part 4

My First Known Poz Load

I knowingly took my first poz load just a week after my beloved Pilgrim Theater had been closed to make way for yet another parking lot.  There had been rumors for months that the place was closing, but no one paid that much attention to it.  After all, the theater had been there for 70 years and I even heard was being considered as a historic landmark (maybe JFK got blown there). So with much sadness I went to the theater known only as the Art Cinema.  This is actually where I lost my virginity on that February day in 1981.  I had stopped going once I discovered that the Pilgrim was much more fun.  However, with no where else to go, I returned to the place where my sex life began.

The first thing that struck me was an over whelming sense of nostalgia. The place had not changed in a decade.  In fact, I saw many of the same regulars that I ran into when I was in my 20s.  So to stay in the mood, I went into the bathroom stall I used to frequent.  I was amazed to find it still had a door. I pulled out a joint and some poppers and preceded to relax and wait to see if there was any decent cock in the place.  After only about 15 minutes a black guy (no, not the same black guy) came buy.  I remembered him from the Pilgrim as a fellow bareback pig.  How did I know?  Easy, because I had tasted fresh loads while eating his ass on more than one occasion.  He had even pissed all over me once in the Pilgrim's bathroom. He looked about as lost as I felt, but he brightened up when he saw someone he recognized.  He came into the stall and announced he had to piss, but because of the cramped confines he wanted to piss in my mouth instead of all over my face and fat belly.  Since I was very much into piss then (it was before I was diagnosed with acid reflux), that was no problem at all and he let loose with a very rank load of piss down my throat.

Then I asked if he had any loads in his ass.  Luckily, he had been barebacked by two black guys in the other bathroom.  Unluckily, the stall was too small to get a good angle to eat his butt.  I should have thrown caution to the wind and opened the stall door so he could bend over fully for a proper munching and felching.  After all, neither of us were shy about such things.  But since I had not been in the theatre for the better part of a decade, I opted for a bit of discretion. However, I did give it the old college try and got a taste of the strangers who had used him earlier. What happened next surprised me.  I had always assumed he was a strict bottom when it came to sucking and fucking, but after he finished using me as a urinal, he asked if wanted some cum.  I simply said "My mouth or my ass" but unlike the gang bang troll from earlier, we wanted my hole.  So I proceeded to get him hard and what looked like a small prick became quite sizeable when erect. At that point I got up to bend over the toilet.  While I was in mid turn I asked "You poz?"  and he said flatly "Yah, does it matter?"  I answered by completing my turn and assuming the position.  I began sucking on the poppers while he fucked me for the next five minutes until he blew his dirty load into me hungry hole.  As he pulled up his pants, I sat down again and shot all over myself.  I had finally graduated into a full fledged bug chaser.

Of course, I was very freaked out afterwards, not so much by what he had done, but that I let him do it.  It also turned me on mightily, becoming to this day my all time favorite jack-off memory.

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Part 5

Brian The Pig Boy

 

Not long after this, I met my long-time fuck buddy Brian.  He had responded to me phone ad that succinctly stated I was a pig looking to play with other pigs.  I remember when he called, I thought he would never show.  He just seemed like a total ditz.  Well, Brian did prove to be a ditz, but he also showed up. I was a little disappointed that first time because it ended up me topping Brian instead of the other way around.  However, I had never met a more suckable hole.  He even liked it when I chewed on his butt ring ever so lightly.  Some guys really love this, a lot do not, but Brian liked it so much he even added it to his own repertoire. Brian also loved to talk about his sexual adventures, a fetish of mine I rarely get to enjoy.  And I discovered he was as much of a barebacker and butt muncher as I was, though a few years behind. And as it turns out, even though I did not get plugged like I wanted, Brian was a great little fuck.  After eating, fingering, and fisting his whole for about an hour, he just laid on top and grinded away until I had one of the strongest, longest, and loudest orgasms of my life.  I shot so much, Brian both felt it squirt.  I do come like a geyser after all.

Well, I didn't hear from Brian for several months, but he finally called at about 2:00 am one summer night.  Apparently, he was dating someone who was the psycho jealous type, but he did say he wanted to get together again and fuck me.  That finally happened a couple of months later after he broke up with the his beau and I  had moved into a new apartment. I finally got that load I had wanted so bad. Brian and I began playing with each other regularly, maybe every two or three weeks, though sometimes more often and sometimes much less.  As we got to know each other, we soon discovered we were both bug chasers. We both loved slutting around and bring the loads back for each other to eat.  At that time I was hooking mostly through the phone lines and the Internet while Brian, being much thinner than myself, had better luck at the baths.  It really turned both of us on that he was collecting pig loads for me.

About three years after we met, Brian called me a hot, muggy June day and wanted to play.  We hadn't seen each other in a few months because Brian... who also worked for a phone sex line...was now living in New York City part of the time.  Well, when he arrived and we lit up a joint, he tells me that he's been getting fucked and fisted by several poz guys in NYC.  In fact, he was becoming the new boi toy on the Manhattan conversion party circuit. I had always loved taking Brian's load before, since he was such as complete pig, but now I had a fever for them.  We started out as we usually did with my eating his ass.   I had built a rim seat out of an  old wooden toilet seat and it provide to be our favorite toy, given that we were both ardent butt munchers and felchers.  So I began worshipping his dirty load taking hole for its brazen pigginess and daring. After that, Brian began to work me open.  First he rimmed me, but instead of the gentle nibbling I was used to, he really chewed on the ring, making it all red and puffy.  Actually, I had to have him back off he would bite so hard.  Though I'm a pig, I'm not particularly into any deliberate pain.

While I owned the rim seat, Brian's contribution to the toy chest was an 18 inch double-ended black dildo.  He then covered that thing with Crisco and roughly shoved it up my ass, pushing and twisting until I took over half.  Then, at my request, he ripped it out of me.  I just love the feel of that long piece of black rubber being quickly pulled out of me. Now it was time for me to take his now probably poz load.  He shoved his very average cock into and began fucking.  Actually, I was so sore from the biting and dildo work that I didn't feel all that much.

However, knowing that he had been letting poz guys use him for months drove me wild. After maybe 10 minutes Brian began moaning.  Now this was a new thing. Though Brian loved to talk he was not particularly noisy.  I, on the other hand, could wake the dead.  With one, final groan Brian's cock began to pulse and I felt his pig load enter me while I shot all over the towel beneath me. Generally, Brian would leave after he came.  However, this time he just continued playing.  We took a breather to let the load soak in.  Then, he shoved the dildo back into me, twisting it around to rub his questionable cum into my ass walls.  Then it was back to the rim seat for more chewing. >We did this for quite a while and I was hoping he would get hard and fuck me again.  Meanwhile, I came several more times, but Brian is really only a one shot wonder and we eventually called it a night.

Brian and I managed to hookup a few more times over the next year or two, each time with tales of more poz loads he had taken in NYC. Eventually, he moved to NYC permanently and we fell out of touch. Where ever he is, I wish him well and an ass full of dirty cum.

 

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Part 6. Mike

Part 6

 Mike

After Brian left, it became harder and harder to find guys to bareback me.  It's not that I wasn't getting fucked, but it was less frequent and though the guys might have been poz, most of them were likely not. First, all the indoor sex venues in Boston had closed and I have never been much for outdoor escapades.  I was also in a relationship and didn't have the flexibility I used to time-wise.  I was also approaching 40 and to the perennially young Boston population I was an old man, but still too young to have daddy appeal.  I'm actually more of a mama bear anyway. Since my pig sex life had slowed down, I became more desperate for loads from other cum pigs and poz guys.   My ads and profiles became correspondingly more specific and explicit.  This also decreased my>appeal since I was now addressing the very small demographic of chubby/bear chasing gift givers.

One day about a year and a half ago I get an email from a guy named Mike.  He had found one of my ads on a Yahoo! Group for chubby barebackers and their admirers...Mike being the latter and me being the former.  We exchanged email for a week or two and finally made a date to meet at my place. When he arrived, the first thing I noted was how skinny he was...practically gaunt.  I have never been a person who had a thing for a particular "type" of guy, but I don't generally like very thin en.  They leave bruises and I am always afraid I'll crush them.  But I was stoned, horny, and very much in need of recreational pig sex.

So we started to smoke a little and early in our conversation he asked if I'm poz because he was.  In fact, he was not only poz, but temporarily off of meds because of some other medical condition and his viral load was very high.  He also told me his gaunt appearance was due to having gone full blown a few years earlier and never fully regaining his weight back. I was blown away, after several years of phone and online ads, I finally had a virulent poz guy seating in my Crate and Barrel upholstered rocker.  I was so turned on I actually came in my gym shorts.  Luckily, I can cum several times under good conditions. Since I do believe in and practice honest sex, I told him I didn't know my status and though I hadn't been tested in well over a decade, all my doctor said I suffered from was encroaching middle age. I also admitted to being fucked by a several poz guys and lots of strangers and pigs. This bothered us both.  He wasn't into conversion scenes and I was concerned about my partner.  However, the grass and our cocks soon took control of the situation.

First thing Mike wanted was to see my fat ass, so I dropped my now soggy gym shorts and mooned him from the couch.  He comes over to me and spread my cheeks and unceremoniously shoves his face up my ass. Wow, I hadn't been rimmed so well since I had last hooked up with Brian.  Mike knew all these tongue tricks and probably could manage the much fabled task of knotting a cherry stem without using his hands. Mike then suggested we retire to the bed.  He put me on all fours did
some more of those tongue tricks on my hole.  Then after I was wet and open he slipped his very nice, seven inch cock into me.  Jeez, not only could he rim, but Mike turned out to be a terrific top too.  He changed positions and tempos, and judged his actions by my moans.  Turns out Mike was the rarest of chubby chasers, a chubby pleaser. After about 15 minutes of churning up my insides with his cock, Mike let loose in me.  I know it was not a huge load because he had admitted to jerking off the night before, but it still poz and way dirty.  After a couple of jerks, I shot like a fountain.

 

After Brian left, it became harder and harder to find guys to bareback me.  It's not that I wasn't getting fucked, but it was less frequent and though the guys might have been poz, most of them were likely not. First, all the indoor sex venues in Boston had closed and I have never

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Part 7

Greg

After Mike I was fucked by several more poz guys in quick succession, even was fucked by two different poz guys in under a 24 hour period. Greg was everything I liked: poz, hairy, and sleazy. I had actually met Greg several years before on one of the phone lines. He had just been dumped by his girlfriend and was in need of sex and solace.  Again, I didn't think he'd show, but he did and it turned out to be one of the most memorable sex weekends of my life.

You see, Greg was one of those mutants with a freakish capacity to cum. And like Brian he also had one of sweetest, hairy asses that's ever been my pleasure to lick.  One Saturday night he came twice, both times in my ass and interspersed with lots of as eating.  On Sunday night he amazingly came 10 times in about two hours, four times in my ass, four times while being rimmed, once in my mouth, and once just jerking off. I came five times myself and actually barebacked Greg twice, though he didn't take my loads. This weekend was also notable because I smoked coke for the first time, though all it did was make me jittery.

Greg and I only hooked up again a few weeks later, that was just for some ass eating since I had a dinner date and was in a hurry.  However, several years later I found him again on the phone line.  We didn't  recognize each other on the phone, though when he told me he could cum a lot I was suspicious.  It's just too rare a quality, one I had witnessed only with one or two other men.  But he told me he was poz and would cum in me, so I was not going to quibble over identity.

When he arrives, late mind you, it turns out to be Greg.  He had gained a lot of weight, his girlfriend had pozzed him and threw him out, and not he was homeless.  But he still had the same tasty ass and the same sexual stamina and his "down and out" state turned me on even more. Since I knew he liked to party and I hadn't smoked coke in nearly two years, I decided to pop for some favors.  This was my big mistake. We decided to go to his place because my partner would be home in a few of hours and I wanted to take my time milking load after load out of Greg's charged cock.  Greg was actually staying with some elderly friend in some assisted care facility and she was currently in the hospital undergoing some tests.  He called his connection and the stuff arrived after about 30 minutes. We began smoking and I began itching to take off our clothes and get to some down and dirty rimming and fucking.  But the coke had made Greg paranoid and he didn't want to play in his friend's place.  He told me he knew a guy with a brown stone in Back Bay who would party and play with us.  So we gathered up our stuff and leave, but only after I made Greg show me his hairy ass and hole. So there I was very stoned, way buzzed, horny as hell, frustrated, and to make matters worse it had started snowing and it was very slippery. I was not having a good time and when we finally arrived at his friends place, guess what, he wasn't home.  At this point I had just about had it.  So I told him I was going home, but we could hook up the next day. He agreed and the last thing I told him before hailing a cab was not to smoke the stuff until we're together.  I don't know why I didn't take the stuff with me..after all I had bought it...but I didn't. To cap off the evening, when I got home I discovered I had lost my keys and had to wait in the cold and snow for my partner to let a very sheepish me in.

Greg arrived at my house at 10 o'clock the next morning.  He tells me he picked up a guy who drove him over who wanted to play and party with us and all I need to contribute was $250!  I looked at him in shock and asked what happened to the stuff I bought yesterday.  Apparently, Greg got picked up by some black transvestite prostitute and they had smoked about $300 worth of my drugs while he/she used his ass.  At that moment, I didn't care that he was poz, could cum more frequently than
Big Ben chimes, and had a couple of pig loads floating in him.  I threw him and his sorry, homeless, used ass out.  After all, even a pig has limits. 

After he left I decided a hot shower would calm me down since I was angry and still a bit wired from the previous night's chemicals.  When I stepped out of the shower, my doorbell is ringing.  I assumed it was just another 17 year old Mormon "Elders" trying to convert me again.  I was in just a pissy enough mood to enjoy playing a Mormon boy's head. Turns out it was an apologetic Greg.  He had gotten rid of the guy and wanted to fuck me to make amends. To be honest, I was no longer really up for it, but I did want that dirty load.  So I turned on some straight porn (Greg's favorite) and we smoked some grass. Eventually he gets hard from the porn and I shoved the coffee table out of the way.  He then begins to fuck me raw in my own living room while watching some guy eat pussy on the TV.  After about five minutes he quietly cums.  Turns out I was the first guy or girl he had barebacked since discovering he was poz two years before. Now you might think that given his capacity we spent the rest of the day fucking and I got enough poz loads up my ass to float the Titanic. Actually, I briefly rimmed and sucked him till he came in my mouth, then I bought him a pizza, gave him some dry socks, sent him home, and arranged to get my keys back.  I simply had enough of him.  By the way, he stood me up the next day and I ended up having to change all my locks. On the good side, I gave up crack. I guess the moral of this story, if it has one, is its Ok to play with cum pigs and poz guys as long as they are not high maintenance.
 

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This is the last part guys. Hope you enjoyed it. As I said, this is a saved story. I'll try and post some others soon.

Part 8

Brian The Blond Boi

As I mentioned, since Boston's indoor sex venues closed it has been increasingly difficult to find playmates.  Even when you do find someone on the phone or the Internet, you still have to struggle with all the logistics:  who is hosting and who is traveling; when is a good time to meet; giving and getting directions;  who will bring the poppers and pot.  Given that there is no worse a project management job than organizing homosexuals, it's amazing we ever hook up at all. However, there is always an exception to the rule.  One day last summer I had my usual phone ad out looking for cum pigs and poz guys. Generally, this ad is too specific and "out there" for the general phone sex populace, but you never can tell.  Several of the poz guys I had played with were from the lines.

Anyway, it was getting late and I had already reconciled myself that nothing was going to happen...in fact I had already jerked off and was thinking about making some dinner.  Just as I was about to delete my ad, the phone rang.  It was some poz guy and wonders of wonders he was only a couple of blocks away and he knew my street.  After he made sure I was looking for poz loads, he decided to stroll over for a quicky. I don't think we even exchanged detailed stats.  All he knew was I was a fat pig looking for poz loads and all I knew was he wanted to give them.  Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised when this stereotypical, Abercrombie and Fitch, blond muscle boi showed up. After he took a leak (unfortunately, not in me or on me), we got right down to business. First I sucked him hard.  While sucking we talked a bit between slurps and I discovered his thing was pozzing guys.  He didn't care who or where or whether they knew his status or not.  He got off on on using guys holes for his perverted pleasure and leaving.  This turned me on big time because most of the known poz guys I had played with were into barebacking, but the whole conversion scene did nothing for them. So in many ways, Brian The Blond Boi was my first real gift giver. Yah, some of those unknown poz guys who had used me in the Pilgrim Theater and Art Cinema could have been into it, and likely were, but not so I could enjoy it.

Once he was nice and hard, I got on all fours.  Then very business like, he spread my cheeks and started spitting on my hole.  Well, this got me going and Brian could tell.  Though I have only done it a few times, I do love getting spat upon.  It's just so degrading. Once Brian determined I was wet enough, he started to shove his big (not huge, but big) charged cock into me.  Again I was surprised, I thought he was just going to tear into me.  But he knew what I wanted and that he was going to get to unload in me, so he gave me a chance to get used to it.  You see, I love taking poz loads, but the ripping and tearing scene is not my thing.  Then he started some serious barebacking.  His fucking style was as efficient as this entire scene was turning out to be.  A straight and hard in and out with a good rhythm.  But to add some interest, while he was using my hole,  he started spitting all over my hairy back and this drove me  even more nuts. All-in-all, it was a great fuck.  After about 15 minutes he announced he was about to cum and all I moaned was "Give me that poz load" and then I started using my ass muscles to give him some good, hard squeezes.  Finally, I felt him pulse inside of me as he shot his dirty seed into me. After I milked his cock with my hole a few minutes, he withdrew, put on his clothes, and left.  All very efficient and orderly.  Pity more tricks can't be so easy. As Brian dressed, I rolled over, jerked a couple of times, and came all over myself.  Given that it was my second or third load of the day, I was impressed and actually so was Brian.