PEOPLE CHANGE
In my teens when I first started cruising, I encountered a sleazy leather-clad dude. He'd always proposition me like he wanted in my pants real bad. Naturally I was appalled by his obscene behavior and would go out of my way to avoid the dude. Still, he was never insulting nor demeaning; and I was glad for that.
Yet he was sleazy and disgusting, and it was rumored he was
"diseased." That scared the shit outta me. I mean I didn't want to catch
anything. Imagine having to
explain that to family and
friends. So I restricted myself to
safe sex like masturbation and
sucking and never swallowed.
But people change.
A few years later I was at the Baths sucking off one of my Buds. Did you ever get so comfortable
with a guy that you did it with him with him time and again? Not because you were particularly fond
of the dude, but because you needed what he had to offer? That's the way it was between my Bud
and me.
I did a lot of soul searching, but repetition bred
acceptance and desire, until I forgot all about the risk; and promiscuous sex
became the norm. If it feels good,
do it. That was the motto of the new hedonistic me.
So I sucked his bare Dick and tongued his salty Balls. He
wore a black studded Cock Ring, which really turned me on. I love leather on a POZ
Man. It just seems so right. Plus
knowing he intended to breed me sent thrills up my spine. It was like I was always ready to suck
him. I couldn't get enough.
One night he ordered me up to his room. He leaned over the bunk and demanded I
service his Butt Hole. I pulled
out my Poppers. They're a
life-saver when a guy's skimped on wiping,
and, from the odour wafting from his
Butt Hole, that seemed just the case.
As I stuck my nose in his Mancunt, I cursed silently, "Jeez, he stinks more than me!" But hygiene was never my strong
point, so taking a deep breath, I dove in. Half hour later I felt like a Scum Ball. Dried crap clung to my cheeks, and Cunt
Juice dripped off my nose.
My Bud did a 180 and rammed it down my throat. I couldn't breathe. It was blocking my air passage. But I didn't protest because I had it cuming. He reared his head back, and mumbled something unintelligible, or maybe it was just a moan. Gob after gob of POZ Jizm shot down my throat as he fed me his Trojan Seed. Fuck, how I craved his POZ Baby Batter! He patted my head and thanked me for being a good little Whore.