I cruised the University Towers last night.
The john was jumping. The stalls were occupied. The urinals were full. Two guys were at the sink and two leaned against the wall.
When a newcomer walks in, they all zip up till the intruder is appraised. But I was recognized-the dude went back to feeling up his neighbor, and the others took their cue from him.
The two at the sink were lovers, poz-guys I'd done before, and who'd done me-not really to my liking that evening. But one of the dudes against the wall had real possibilities-30's, short and muscular, with big blue eyes. He wore a shabby suit, a size too small, and had "MANMEAT" written all over him.
Two of the guys at the urinals were black, and out of circulation, anyway, since they were playing with each other. The third, a shriveled old faggot, was unappealing-the kind you save for when you're really desperate.
I never got around to checking out the fuckers in the stalls cause Mr. Shabby kept giving me the eye. I leaned next to him and groped my crotch. His compatriot moved off. He signaled back in kind and headed for the door. I followed.
He seemed to know the building well. We wound up on the tenth floor in a john I didn't know existed. It was unoccupied. He sat down in the furthest stall. I locked the door behind us. It was an original bathroom, not remodeled like the one below. The stalls were huge, with marble walls that ran from floor to ceiling, and full length wooden doors.
He unzipped my jeans and sucked me. I felt the jism boiling in my balls. I was gonna shoot, and didn't want that yet. I lifted him by the pits.
I pulled off his shabby jacket and tugged his shirt out of his pants. He wore no underwear and you could smell the man. He had great pecs and a nice firm gut. The guy worked out, or at least got lots of exercise. He'd shaved his chest and pubes, but that'd been days before, and an itchy, irritating stubble had grown back. I chewed his tits, and he gripped my head and drew me tight against his abs.
I blindly fumbled with his belt and tugged down his slacks and briefs. His cock was beer can thick. I stopped to take a gander. The head was red and leaking precum.
"Suck it," he commanded.
I got on my knees and took that Choker down my throat. I gagged, but got a decent rhythm going.
He sat back down and spread his legs as far as his trousers would permit. It struck me as particularly obscene, kneeling before a dude, sitting on a toilet, sucking his fat cock-but that's me.
He got up and leaned against the door. He spread his legs and invited me to rim him. I munched away. His butt hairs chafed my face, but I craved his hole-thick and pouty, pink and soft. I chewed it, licked it, dug my tongue in it as deep as it would go. His ass smelled musky, manly, sweaty, and just a little soiled.
When I eased up, he went to back to sucking me. He grabbed my balls and stuck his finger up my ass. There was no deterring him nor my reaction. I fired off five volleys in succession, and still his lips bobbed up and down my shaft, scarfing up the last drops of my jism.
We kissed and he passed semen and saliva back to me. It tasted salty on his tongue. He spit the part he hadn't swallowed on his hand, and lubed his dick.
He turned me round and butted his huge cock against my hole. I yielded compliantly. My pussy popped as he split me open; pain radiated from my mancunt.
The cum and spit had eased his entry, but not by much. He plowed into me. I gasped and cursed, but that didn't stop him, nor did I want it to. He paused a second as I grew used to his distended manhood, then pounded his humungous shaft in me. The squishy sounds of penetration, of balls and ass colliding, resounded off the marble walls.
"I'M CUMMIN'!"
The smell of jizz and ass juice perfused the stall. As he withdrew, the remnants of his frothy cream leaked from my ass and glistened on his dick. I knelt to lick the Fucker clean.
I kept on sucking that beer can dick long after I'd drained his jizz and precum down my throat. It seemed so natural-his shaft in me-in either orifice. He smiled smugly as I slutted on his pole.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up.
"YOU SAFE?"
Our budding relationship was too good to ruin with truth.
"YEAH, MAN, I'M NEG."
He turned me round and realigned his shaft with my sore cunt. With a single thrust, he sank in me. Again I experienced that wonderful stuffed feeling I've come to know and love.
We fucked for 15 minutes. He plastered me against the door and kept on plowing. The guy was indefatigable. He'd reached around and pinched my nips. I moaned in hedonistic agony. He dug a finger up my ass besides his pole. My cunt abraded painfully as his long nail gouged my pussy. His grunts rang sonorous as he grew close to breeding.
Tit for tat, I played with him, "YOU SAFE?" I didn't give a shit. I was merely being cute.
He enunciated each word as he assaulted me.
"I'M" (plowing hard)
"NOT" (impaling me deeper)
"SURE!" (payload on its way)
"Ahhhhhhh! FUCK, MAN! TAKE MY LOAD!"
Whereupon, divulging that he might be filling me with POISON SEED, he lunged forth with all his might and impelled a second wave of jizz in me. Simultaneously I shot my own huge wad all over door and on my hand.
His dick still lodged within me, he reached around and scooped up my jism dripping down the door and swallowed it. He pulled my hand back over my shoulder and licked the cum from off my fingers. He whispered that he was going in for his results on Tuesday.
"Actually I'm not as SAFE as I let on."
Confused, he stared at me. "YOU'RE POZ?"
I nodded, and wondered if I'd erred in my confession.
We kissed, and what a carnal kiss it was-the trademark of the Brotherhood who barter sex for HIV and AIDS.