I ended up at the Mustang Spa--an old health club, with pool and Jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, etc. I hit the sauna and the steam room with my Viagra hardon and had a few guys chow down on it, but only took one load.
So I cruised around a bit, till I met this good looking dude hanging out in his room. Say early 20�s, 6�, 190, with a great dick, but a total bottom.
We started off with poppers, kissing and caressing. He said he�d been at the Coral Sands the night before--a place notorious for fisters.
I slipped 2 fingers then 3 into him. I loved the wonderful warmth of his insides and added a 4th. He asked me to go slow�cause he was all torn up and worked over from the night before. I almost got my thumb in, but I knew he was hurting; and traces of blood came out on my hand. So I worked my 4 fingers around in him, reopening his previous night�s wounds as gently as I could.
I chowed down on his mancunt, lubing his hole with my spit. His ass juices and rectum--tainted with blood--tasted so good. He was my ideal candidate.
I rose up for some hot fukking. Eagerly his legs went to my shoulders. As stretched out as he was, I had no problem entering him. After a few minutes I told him I was going to shoot, and all he said was �Yeah!� So I continued to pound away at him.
When I was real close, I whispered, "I�ve got a load of poz cum for you!"
His body tensed as his ass muscles tried to reject me. He said, "WHAT???"
That was obviously not what he wanted to hear, so I tried something more to his liking.
"I said, I just shot a load of hot cum in you."
He smiled and relaxed. Still hard from the Viagra, I stayed in him, moving my dick around inside him, massaging my poz load into every inch into his ruptured innards.
When I pulled out I rolled him onto his stomach (so my bug juices wouldn�t leak out) and massaged his back from his hole (where on each pass I inserted 4 fingers deep into his rectum), up his ass cheeks, over the small of his back, to his neck, spreading poz cum along the way. My toxic massage must have really felt good, cause several times he almost fell asleep. We cuddled like that for almost half an hour. I timed it. Of course I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to be sure the bug had ample time to do its work before he washed anything out. Otherwise, I would have been long gone.
Now that he�s received my gift, I think he�s ripe to carry on the tradition of bug sharing. He�ll be back at the Coral Sands in a day or two just as soon as he has a chance to heal. Bottom fisters like him are just too addicted to ever stop barebacking, no matter what.