My Weekend
I had an interesting weekend. Friday night I hit the Baths. It was really pouring out, and there
weren't many people there.
I met up with this cute, twentyish Asian and sucked
him through a Glory Hole. After a while, I stood up, turned about, and pressed
my Butt against the Hole. That spreads your Ass Cheeks wide, leaving you
vulnerable to whomever is on the other side, and that's exactly what I had in
mind.
He slid in, fucking me, until I heard
the pay dirt phrase. "I'M CUMING!"
"Cum on, then," I exhorted. "Give
me your DIRTY CUM!"
He grasped my hips and slammed into me
as his whole body shuddered. When
he pulled out, I asked, "Was that really DIRTY CUM?"
He nodded and smiled and nodded again
when I confirmed, "You're POZ?"
Saturday afternoon when I was returning
from the Laundromat. I passed by
an infamous Gay park. I don't go there often, but I was in the mood; and I
decided a visit to the Men's Room might relieve my Laundromat ennui.
There were two guys there, one heavyset and dark,
the other short
and fair. I lowered my
shorts and bared my Ass to signal my intentions. The short guy stepped into the stall and dropped his
jeans. His Dick was long and
thick. As the other guy looked
on, I stole into the cubicle and locked the door behind us. With my back to my provocateur, I dropped my shorts, and offered him my
Pussy. He seemed reluctant so I
backed up on his Dickhead. Before
long he was sliding in and out of me with glee.
"Yeah, Man, shoot your DIRTY SEED!"
My inference that it was OK with me if
he were POZ appeared to flic his
bic. He passionately plowed into
me till he could hold back no longer.
When he pulled out, my Mancunt was awash with Cum. I thanked him, inquiring point blank, "You POZ?"
"You asked for DIRTY CUM," the guy replied as he dried his Dick with toilet
paper.
When I stepped out, Mr. Big
lay waiting. He slid his Tool in
my stretched-out Pussy. I'm sure he'd overheard us talking and
was also a member of the Brotherhood.
"Are you going to POZ my Ass?" I queried.
"Oh yeah!" he grunted. "You Fuckin' Slut! Just the way you want it!" His face went slack, and he shuddered as
he spewed his POZ Spunk in me.
After they left, the two new Strains
dripped copiously down my leg, demanding I perform one final ritual. I got my Butt Plug from the car,
scooped the Bug
back up my Pussy, trapped it there so it could fester, and sucked the remnants
off my thumb.