I was in Florida visiting friends. It was Friday, and my buddy suggested we hit the Trax. I�d been there before, and thoroughly enjoyed it.
The place was packed. My friends and I started cruising. I ordered a beer and was standing at the bar when this big guy, whom I�ll refer to as my Benefactor, walked up and grabbed my ass.
He was damn near perfect, 6� 4�, buzz cut, goatee, thirties, not resembling your typical pretty boy, built more like a cop or Marine. Just the type I�m into. He was organizing a poz party and wanted me to attend. When I told him I was neg, he said I�d find it interesting and ordered us another round.
He called over his associates to introduce them. He told me they�d been poz between 2 and 14 years, he being the 14. In his book, seniority didn�t mean age, but years since conversion. For instance, he said, if I were to convert that night, I�d have the least seniority and be low man on the totem pole. At the time I didn�t have an inkling what he was talking about.
The guys were getting playful; and at the Trax that meant cocks were cuming out and asses being probed, including mine. My Benefactor�s associates had gleaming, precum-oozing, throbbing rods; and he himself, a big fat prince albert--just what I like up my ass.
The associates did some exploration, and I was the hole that got drilled. We were standing at the rear of the bar. One of the guys surreptitiously pulled down my shorts, pulled out his dick, and fucked me, albeit briefly. Within minutes, I had 4 cocks in and out of me. My Benefactor suggested that was a sample of things to cum and asked me if I wanted to party. I said I was no slouch.
I told my buddies I was heading out for a while, and we walked around the corner to the Benefactor�s apartment. He was obviously the man in charge and a gentleman, insisting his associates take a crack at my ass before he did. So each of them took a turn--just a mild fuck, maybe 5 minutes each, but my hole got a good 20 minute workout.
Next thing I knew, one of the guys fed me a big hit of poppers and began to pound my ass relentlessly. Not surprisingly he shot his load rather quickly. Number-2 shoved it in me and worked Number-1�s cum to a froth. After about 10 minutes, he deposited his own jizz. Number-3 took longer, worked the other loads deeper into me, before adding his own poz seed to the mix, in an extremely vocal orgasm.
The Benefactor fingered my ass and was decidedly pleased with the gifting. With one powerful thrust, he plowed his own baseball bat of a cock into me, working my hole with long cum-covered thrusts. A few minutes he later shot this magnum load.
I could feel the manjuice in me, that warm, well-fucked feeling that is so awesome to the newly bred. Each of the dudes kissed me as their jizz leaked out of my overwhelmed ass. I thought we were done for the evening, but the 4 guys had a different idea. Within minutes each of them mounted me again and planted another load.
I�d been fucked nonstop for 2 hours. Finally they let me cum. Each of them lapped up some of my jizz, consuming no more than a lick, so as to leave some for the others. Kind of a souvenir, I suppose, of the last neg load I�d ever shoot. When it came my Benefactor�s turn, he shoved a large butt plug up my sore ass to keep their jizz in.
The 3 dudes headed out to another bar; and my Benefactor and I walked back to the Trax. He insisted I wear the butt plug till we got there.
He�d been arranging poz parties for the last 6 months. He owed his success to a very simple formula--assembling 4 to 6 poz tops, or associates, to breed a single neg bottom. So far he�d had no failures and a 100% conversion rate.
When we arrived at the Trax, I excused myself to remove the butt plug. By the time I came back to the bar, he�d hustled up 3 more poz loads, acquaintances or associates. He introduced us, and we went outside to the alley.
When we re-entered the bar, it was closing. My buddy approached us and said it was time to go. A nudge to my knee told me my Benefactor wanted to meet him, so I made hasty introductions.
Facing away from my buddy, the Benefactor mouthed �neg?�. I nodded I thought so. Smiling, my Benefactor said he hoped I became a permanent part of the team. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I wandered off to join my other pals, while my buddy and the Benefactor embarked on a private conversation. They must have had a lot to talk about, because they huddled together for 15 minutes. We were the last ones to leave the bar.
On the drive back I wondered�had this been a setup? Had my pozzing been solely the Benefactor�s work? Or had my buddies been in on the deal? Fascinating speculation, but it really didn�t matter.