Over the past 6 years, BAREBACKING and taking POZ CUM have become a way of life for me. I�m a CUM JUNKIE and have taken thousands of loads. I am highly promiscuous and like a variety of men. I�m such a CUM PIG that, daily, I exchange body fluids with an average of 3 of my fellows. That�s 20 a week, 100 a month, 1000 a year, give or take some. Over time, it�s become impossible for me to chronicle all my Flings, so let�s just call this a Synopsis.
The scene is TRAX, last Saturday night. A friend of mine had flown down from San Francisco. Of course, he�s a rookie in the HIV department. He�s only recently POZ. I got full-blown AIDS�got the KS lesions to prove it. That�s why I prefer to Fuck in the Dark.
I popped a Viagra before leaving home. Big mistake�we got caught up in traffic caused by an accident. My cock was on fire as we sat in the car. When we got there, the ease of parking more than made up for the traffic. Those of you know TRAX know it�s almost impossible to park after midnight. Again, no queue at the door. It seemed a slow night.
There couldn�t have been more than 400 guys there. On the weekend, it�s usually twice that. But for those of you unacquainted with such matters, a lot of times �Fewer is Better.� I told my friend to explore, and headed downstairs to the �Darkroom.�
A hand grabbed my ass. It was one of my Regulars. I always let him screw me, but its strange how his cock hurts. He�s only 5-1/2 inches and not discernibly rough, but his shaft always kills me. One night he was the first to do me; and my ass pained me so much, I had to go home. I wasn�t ready for that, so I ignored his advances.
There was this tall thin skinny Kid in front of me. He looked in his 20�s. I felt his Ass. It was Cummy. He was there for only one Purpose; and with the Viagra, I needed Relief. I pulled his Butt back against me and untethered my Shaft. I love an Ass full of Cum. I Fucked him for a good 30 minutes. With Viagra I can go on forever�much to the discomfiture of my Bottoms.
But I needed some Dick in me, and turned back to Killer-Cock, who was standing behind me. What the hell! I needed it bad! I lubed up his Dick and guided it in me. He fucked like a Rabbit. It hurt, but with Poppers, the discomfort was minimal. With one final jab, he shot deep in my Ass. A ton of NEG�or POZ� jizz ran down my thighs. I don�t know his Status, but for a NEG, he plays footloose with a lot of POZ dudes.
The next guy I�d seen on the Scene, but we�d never coupled. His was my age with a beautiful Biohazard Tattoo. I wanted to ask him who�d done that to him (I mean the Tattoo�not that I�d want one�I prefer an element of surprise). I went down on his 6� cock and PA.
I didn�t suck him for long. I needed to get Fucked. No need for Lube. Killer-Cock had probably given me enough Natural Lube for the night. As Tattoo shoved it in me. I took a hit of my Poppers.
The Poppers, his PA, his Biohazard Tattoo and what it told me about him�all of these combined for a natural High. I was like floating on air. The Dude wasn�t too gentle�I grabbed hold of a Bystander, who rammed his 9-incher down my throat.
Mr. Tattoo was bellowing something, but with the cacophony and amplified music I had no idea what he was babbling. He let out a loud moan and blasted his Deadly Cargo up my Hole. Four squirts and then, exhausted, he collapsed on my back. I clenched my ass muscle to milk every drop of his POZ JIZZ, the most precious kind. He pulled out. We exchanged a long, wet kiss; and he left.
The guy with the Monster Cock turned me around. I was dying for liquid refreshment, but with me FUCKING has always transcended comfort, survival and health. He wanted me to suck his 9-inches, but I begged him to FUCK me. It took him forever to line up with my hole. I grasped his Monster Shaft to guide it in me, but the stupid Fuck had wrapped it in Latex. NO WAY! THE CARDINAL SIN!
I rejoined my Buddy. Several joints later, I returned to the Darkroom where I took another 6 loads.
One guy fucked me, stopped short, and walked off.
I pursued him. �What�s wrong?�
He apologized for cumming in me.
�I PREFER it that way.�
He said it wasn�t OK, that he had �THE BUG.�
I kissed him and uttered the wisest of truths: �AROUND HERE, WHO DOESN�T?�
My California Buddy was fatigued and ready to leave.
On the way out, we passed a Muscle Boy in a Sling. I couldn�t resist. I hope the Cocksucker enjoys the Cross-Strain.