The Ebb and Flow

[barebackrnb]

Now, we wait to find out which of the three gets pozzed.  Sex in the 1980s was much different and I am liking it a lot.  Looking forward to the next installment.

[kdawg1082]

Very hot story can't wait to see where it goes next.

[bbm4matl]

Autumn in Milan

Bob and I arrived back at the apartment on the same weekend after our summer internships ended.  I joked with Bob and asked him how much drama he created during his summer.  “Bro, you have no idea.  I’m glad I could leave it all behind,” and he pulled me in for a deep kiss as he groped my ass.  “I missed you, smart ass.”

We ended up in bed and after he fucked my brains out, and then we relaxed there for a while, just catching up on each others exploits over the summer.  “When is Dan getting back?” Bob asked.  “I talked with him on Wednesday while he was at Laguardia.  He said he’d be back in the apartment on Monday. He said he’d just landed and that he had big news, but he was being mysterious and wouldn’t spill any details.  So, we’ll find out then,” I replied.  Class didn’t start for a week, and I was determined to get back into my routine.

On Monday afternoon, I just returned from the gym and opened the door, and Dan was in the kitchen and Bob was taking a shower.  “Hey man, how was your summer?” I asked Dan as I leaned in and we shared a big kiss.  Dan replied, “It was incredible.  I can’t wait to tell you guys.”  Just then Bob opened the bathroom door and walked out in all his otter glory in just his white briefs.  “Tell us what?”  

“Ah, just in time,” Dan said.  “You know I told you I had some interviews in Manhattan with a couple of modeling agencies?  Well, I blew off my internship because three of them wanted to put me under contract.  I had my dad look at the contracts and I signed with one of the agencies.  I spent the summer working in Milan, Paris and Munich.”  Bob and I sat in stunned silence.  Then, he and I both hooted and hollered and I got three beers out of the fridge for us to celebrate. 

Dan continued, “I’m going to delay coming back to finish my degree because the agency lined work up for me for the next few months.  Plus, I need to prepare more before taking the LSAT.  At least, that was the argument I made with my dad for postponing school.  He has visions of me joining his firm after law school.”  Bob and I rolled our eyes because we’d met Dan’s father a few times and he was intense.  “I’m sharing a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with 5 other guys who are also with the agency.” 

I said, “So you won’t be living with us, then.  This sounds like the chance of a lifetime.  When do you have to go back?”  Dan said, “Well, I’m packing up my clothes and leaving tomorrow morning.  Bob and I were sad that our little menage a trois was breaking up prematurely, but we were excited for Dan.  

Dan and I started that evening in his bed kissing and cuddling.  I licked his nips and arm pits and nibbled all over him as he wrapped his legs around the small of my back.  The agency Hair & Makeup gays had shaved his chest hair off so longer had a treasure trail, but I continued down to his cock and took his head straight down my throat and savored his precum.  I moved on to his beautiful ass and pushed his knees up to his pecs, then I began feasting on his ass. “Dave, I really missed how you eat my hole,” Dan moaned.  I was fucking him with my tongue which always put him into a frenzy.  Eventually, I penetrated his tight hole and fucked him rough and sweaty, just the way he and I always did.  I jacked Dan’s cock, rubbing the precum that was streaming out of it and feeding it to him and then to myself.  I locked eyes with him as I groaned and picked up the pace and finally shot my load into him.  I stayed in him as I jacked him to orgasm and greedily ate his load all by myself.  During the night, I remember my cock entering his ass a couple of times as I woke up with my arms around him.  The next morning, we awoke the way we began the night before…kissing and cuddling. 
For the last time.

[J-raw]

"For the last time." What a hook for the next chapter! Well done!

[Menbendovr]

Wow!  I love these stories based on real life events.  Brings back exciting memories of that time.

 

[bbm4matl]

HITCHED

Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city.  Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city.  Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away.  He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised.  Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business.  Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob.

I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young.  Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death.  And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time.  Looking back, I think I just assumed I was.  I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates.  So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they.  But I started to use condoms, most of the time.  I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results.

Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school.  But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed.  Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry.  At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm.

Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments.  Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon..  He was always the peacock among my friends.

Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not.  They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all.  I loved Liz and we got along like a riot.  She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion.  In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did.  She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college.  She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast.

Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony.  The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel.  But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation.  I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry.  His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model.  He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot.  He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me.  While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks.  He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. 

In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off.  I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss.  Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood.  

I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole.  He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.”  He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them.  I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock.  Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him.  I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me.  I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock.  I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better.  I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely.  “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him.  He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed.  With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him.  We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny.  The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David."

I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

[Menbendovr]

Damn!  I’m loving this.  Reads like a diary.  Good stuff @bbm4matl!

[KinkyTallBottom]

Wow, this is a great read!   I look forward to reading more!

[headnurse20]

What a fantastic story! Thoroughly enjoying it!

[bbm4matl]

Author’s note: This chapter is a departure from the others because the character “Brian” is a mixture of guys I ran into during my time in Southern California who had similar qualities and behaviors.  This chapter was difficult to write and for better or worse, I decided to take this road. 

LaLa Land

Los Angeles in the late 1980s was never a place I imagined myself living in, but here I was.  It was not so much an escape from the East Coast as it was a change of scenery, perhaps the turning of the page to a new chapter.  Emotionally, I felt bruised and bloodied, but not defeated.  I was born stubborn.  But at that time, I thought new people, new job, new scene, agreeable weather, with an occasional shake to keep things interesting.  You know, "shaken, not stirred."

Dan’s death was the final impetus for that change I’d been contemplating.  When he told me he was ill, he never spelled it out, nor did he need to.  His partner Kieran followed him with “cancer” shortly before his 30th birthday.

About a year prior, my doctor insisted that I finally submit to an HIV test.  He began to require that all his gay patients be tested.  He was tired of seeing his patients dropping like flies, and he wanted to see the day that this was no longer the case.  He treated all the STDs I regularly picked up through random sex, so it was a surprise to no-one when the test showed that I was indeed positive. He remarked that my vital signs continued to be extremely strong, and I commented that I felt normal and healthy, and I hadn’t ever been truly sick.

He told me that there were some promising medications to treat HIV/AIDS that were hopefully coming in the very near future.  He counseled me that the experimental drugs current being tested on people were toxic to many (all) patients.  Like all other gay city guys, I knew men who tried to choke down handfuls of pills to buy another day of life.  My doctor recommended that I delay starting any meds and that my vitals continue to be monitored. He urged that I use condoms with each and every sexual encounter, blah, blah, blah.

In my short life as a gay man, I’d dated some guys exclusively, others casually, and I’d had both anonymous sex with strangers as well as with friends and guys I knew quite well.  I started to look at sex as “living for the moment” with good reason.  But I intended to be responsible and do my part to avoid spreading further disease.

I had no idea how long I had been HIV positive, who I contracted it from, whom I had given it to.

Fast forward about a year and I was still the picture of health as I started a new chapter in LA.  There are so many exceptionally beautiful people in LA trying to get into “the industry” as Angelenos call it.  Of course, LA throughout its history has always been crawling with gays.  Where I lived at the time, the Mid-Wilshire district was no exception.

One morning I was running late for a meeting, and I drove into the garage of the office building. As I walked to the elevator lobby, a very handsome guy my age held the door open for me.  Our eyes locked as I said thanks.  He was about 6 feet tall to my 5 feet 10 inches, he had brown puppy-dog eyes and somewhat long brown hair to my blue eyes and short dirty blond hair.  Of course he was as fit as fuck.

The next day at lunch time, I went to one of the sandwich shops in the lobby of the building and I saw him again.  As he walked toward the outdoor patio to have his lunch, he looked up and I smiled at him.  “May I join you?” I asked.  His name was Brian, and he worked a few floors away from me for a talent agency.  He lived in West Hollywood (WeHo), but his father was in the military and so he’d grown-up all over.  We exchanged numbers and I asked him out for a drink that Saturday night.

We met at a WeHo bar and chatted about our experiences since moving to LA, our jobs, and of course sex.  Later on, we walked on to another bar for a change of scenery.  Brian held the door for me, and we walked into one of the seedier gay bars I could remember.  I don't remember the name of the place, which probably closed long ago and has since been gentrified.

Brian led me to the back room of the bar which was especially dark because my eyes hadn’t adjusted.  We entered a kind of privacy stall with a door, and he started kissing me passionately.  He unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rock-hard cock and started sucking me.  I hadn’t realized that this was going to be that kind of date, but my cock and Brian’s mouth were in control now.  I’d just shaved my ball-sack and manscaped before our date.  Brian was able to take both my large hairless nuts into his mouth simultaneously and he looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes.  I pulled my sack from his mouth and pointed my cock to his lips, and he parted them and took my cockhead all the way to the very back of his throat.   After a time, I groaned, “Brian, you’re getting me very close.”  He started mouth-fucking my cock fast and furiously.  I felt my nuts contract as I started feeding my load to him.  He swallowed, licked his lips and smiled at me. 

He stood up and we kissed for quite a long time: two queer men alone together in the middle of a crowded gay bar dark room.  Finally, I turned Brian around so his back was against my chest.  I pushed up his shirt and licked from his neck down his bare skin along his spine which made him shudder. I savored the saltiness of the slight sweatiness of his spine.  I got down to the waist of his jeans, but before I could do anything, he dropped his jeans from his muscular ass and down to his knees.  He was wearing a jockstrap, the slut!  I buried my face between his lightly hairy ass cheeks.  I breathed in his essence as my tongue began to explore his tight pucker.  As I pushed my tongue up into him, I heard Brian huffing a brown bottle he must have grabbed from his jeans before he dropped them.  His hole relaxed and opened up for me like an Easter flower.  He reached back and pulled my face deeper between his glorious ass cheeks and at that moment, I never wanted to be anywhere else. 

He was moaning as I rimmed him and he finally gasped, “I want you inside, Dave.”  I stood up and rubbed my cock so it was lodged lengthwise along his hairy crack.  He bent over to give me easy access, and I teased his hole. I reached down to my jeans pocket and grabbed a condom and a little packet of lube.  “Put it on me,” I instructed Brian as I handed it to him.  He tossed the rubber on the floor as he opened the lube packet with his teeth and then spread some on his hole and fingered some inside. Then he reached back and placed my cock head at his pucker and he pushed back.  My cock slid into him, and I eventually bottomed out in him with my balls against his taint.  A choice had been made.

I fucked him hard, and our sex noises blended with those of all the other guys who were fucking in similar cubicles or just out in the open in the darkroom.   Finally, I came in him and I rested my body on top of his.  Eventually, my softening cock plopped out of his hole along with some of my babies that dripped onto the floor.  We went back to my place and jumped into bed.  Brian road my cock cowboy style as I reached around and pinched his nipples and then let another load loose in him as he shot all over his abs.   The next morning with the sun coming over the horizon, I looked down into his eyes as he looked up at me with his ankles on my shoulders.

I really came to love Brian and we tried to have a real relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work for us.  We were better off as fuck friends than boyfriends.  That was a dynamic that followed me with all the guys I met in LA. 

Was it them or was it me?

Edited August 17 by bbm4matl

[cman54]

Sounds like you gave Brain just what he was looking for. Did you two ever talk about status?

[bbm4matl]

The guy I think about when I wrote about Brian - no, never.

[bbm4matl]

Author’s note: The characters in this story have had their names changed and some of the details altered, for reasons of privacy.  It is indeed a small gay world.

IT’S A SMALL, SMALL (GAY) WORLD

A couple of years after moving to LA, a job opportunity brought me back to another large east coast city, completely unattached.  I was still healthy with a normal T-cell count, but my doctor in LA said my viral load was quite high.  He didn’t recommend starting meds yet, which were just beginning to be more tolerable and much less toxic.

Before the iPhone and all the hookup apps, there were hookup websites that sprung up in the early days of the internet, just before the sun set on gay bars as we knew them. Eugene and I met on one of these early gay websites.  He lived in the suburbs, but he worked near where I lived.  He told me he was recently divorced from a woman, but he’d been having sex with men since college.  I told him I was looking for uncomplicated sex and probably not looking for a relationship. We decided to hook up because Eugene was sexy, said he liked morning sex, and he could swing by my place before work. 

On the appointed morning, I remembered that I needed to tell Eugene I was positive with a high viral load and that we would use condoms. He rang my apartment, and I buzzed him in.  Eugene was very well hung, probably 8 inches cut.  We kissed and had good chemistry in person, so we took it to the bedroom.  We quickly stripped and I started sucking his big cock.  He made me gag which was impressive, because I had very little reflex left.  I pushed him down on the bed and shoved his legs back and started eating his smooth ass.  He had the most delicious ass, and I lost myself while rimming him.  My tongue encircled his pussy lips, and he opened right up to let me explore his insides.  Eugene was moaning and finally, he pulled me up on top of him and wrapped his legs around my waist as we kissed.  My cock was bumping up around his crack trying to find its target.  Eugene was still moaning as my cock brushed past his hole without entering.  Finally, he could take no more teasing and reached down and pointed my cockhead to his hole.  I slid in him with ease and was balls deep.  His pussy was well-worn, in a good way.  I started pumping him, making sure that my cock head was stimulating his prostate and his cock responded by leaking precum until it was a small pool on his abs.  Finally, he groaned and shot his load.  I panicked because things got carried away and I hadn’t worn a condom.  So, I pulled-out of him and he looked disappointed.  “Suck me off,” I ordered him urgently.  He swallowed my cock, and I shot my load down his throat. 

“Why didn’t you cum in me?” he asked.  “Because” I explained, “I’m positive.  But I’m a big pre-cummer so you may need to get tested.” “Oh, I’m poz too.  In fact, I have AIDS,” he replied.  I told him he looked completely fit and healthy.  He explained to me that he had not even known he was positive but became very sick about two years before and it turned out to be an opportunistic infection.  He had less than 100 T-cells left when his doctor put him on some medications that were very new, and they saved his life.  But because he crossed some medical threshold, he was still considered to have AIDS. 

He said that he was dating a guy at the time he was diagnosed.  He thought they were exclusive with each other, but apparently, they weren’t.  They parted in an unfriendly way.

So, we continued having casual sex over the next few months. Eugene was a versatile bottom, and he fucked me very well.  After that first time, we didn’t hesitate to cum in each other.  Eugene was the first guy who asked me to “breed” him using that term, which made me laugh.  We fucked other guys too and occasionally caught other STDs, but we always told each other.  Friends with benefits, indeed.

I met another guy on my internet hunts called Steven.  Steven was a cute Italian American guy about my size with dark brown hair and blue eyes. We met up at a café one afternoon and decided to follow up with a fuck date.  I met him at his apartment.  He had a very thick cock that curved upward.  When I saw that, I told him I wanted to feel it inside me.  He looked at me with lust and we went to his bedroom.  We undressed each other while making out.  Our cocks were both hard as hell.  Then I told him I was positive.  He pushed me on my back and kissed me.  Then, he moved down to my chest and licked and nibbled my nipples.   Eventually, he went lower but skipped my cock and went straight to my ass with his tongue.  There was a bottle of poppers on the bed, and I huffed a bit.  Steven took that opportunity to spit on his cock and put that big mushroom head up to my hole.  I took another hit, and he pushed into me.  I saw stars as his big cock filled my hole and his cockhead brushed past my prostate.  About five minutes later, I came without touching my cock.  Steven was still piston-fucking me and several minutes after that, he grunted and painted my insides with his babies. 

He too became a friend with benefits. Eugene had a more outgoing personality than Steven, and he liked to talk a lot.  Steven was not very talkative and was just in it to get off, which was cool with me.   I only topped Steven a few times and he also urged me to “breed” him when I shot a load. Steven was 90% top, and I really enjoyed it when we met for a quicky.  I would suck him while he ate my ass, and then he would fuck me and cum and then leave. Sometimes it’s better to keep sex casual. 

Steven went to an infectious disease doctor because he was healthy but still considered to have AIDS.  

One day, he had to cancel one of our meetings because he said one of his kids had gotten into a fender-bender.  She was OK but shaken.  I told him I understood.   It was the first thing I knew about Steven as a person rather than just a fuck buddy.

Next time when I visited him for cock, he mentioned that he’d been divorced a few years and had discovered that he was positive after a former boyfriend came down with an AIDS-related infection.  They’d had a bitter breakup because the boyfriend thought they were an exclusive couple.  Steven wanted the boyfriend to be exclusively his, but Steven was having sex whenever possible with whomever showed him their ass.   It was clear to me they either communicated badly or were dishonest or a little of both. Hooking up with exes at the same time was a potential recipe for drama.  It was also clear to me that their dispute with each other was not my business or my problem.  As long as I was single and clear about my intentions, I enjoyed having both their bodies to play with.

I lost touch with Steven, and I don't know what became of him.  Eugene eventually partnered up with another guy and he seemed happy to me.  We played a few times after he settled down but eventually, he and his partner moved away.  Eugene and I occasionally exchange emails.