I was a week into my �Johnny VirusSeed� tour of the US and Canada. So far my breeding count was five. I bagged number five that morning. I was in my underwear watching a sex vid, when this hot little number peered through the crack in the door. I invited him in.
He made the first move, massaging my engorged cock through my briefs. I unzipped his trou, and out popped the sexiest little five inch bent cock. We stroked each other, and I led him to the bed. I stripped off his clothes, revealing a tight muscular bod, with just a light dusting of chest hair. He fucked my face.
As I sucked him, he moaned about how good my mouth felt and urged me to fuck his sweet Ass. I didn�t need any further encouragement. I got behind him, gave him a hit of my Poppers, licked his tight Hole, and ogled his absolutely symmetrical Butt. I applied a small amount of lube to my Shaft and dove in. He groaned and backed up on my Cock. He was as tight as they cum.
I fucked him Doggie-Style a while, and he asked if I liked his Hole, and if It felt good. He sure was anxious to please. I told him he had a great Ass, raised his legs to my shoulders and rammed it back in.
�Play with my Tits, Boy!�
He did, and that made me pump harder and faster. He said he wanted my Fist up his Ass. I would have loved to oblige, but was too close to Cumming, and spewed a small Lake up his Guts.
His eyes widened when he realized I was Cumming. I told him he was full of my man juice now. He shot without touching himself.
I pulled out, and some of my Seed rolled down his thighs. As he wiped up, he asked if there was anything he should worry about.
�Nothing to speak of.� Why should I lie? One day he�d thank me for the POZZING.
To assuage any doubts, I asked him same thing.
�Course not. I wouldn�t BAREBACK if I had anything.�
That evening I cruised the Hotel, leaning against the balcony railing, gazing down into some muscle dude�s room, when a good looking, thirtyish guy happened by. He gave me a look-see, then glanced toward the gym bunny�s quarters.
�How�s it going?�
�OK,� I replied.
�You staying here at the Hotel.
�Yep. Are you?�
�No. Just visiting.� And then I noticed the big ole fat wedding ring on his finger---BOING! Married Dudes are PROOF POZITIVE that GAY GIFTING needn�t be gender-specific.
I asked if he were looking for someone.
�I think I�ve found him.�
�Let�s go to my room.�
When I closed the door, he went NUTS. He must have been starved for ManSex, because he couldn�t get enough. He licked my hairy chest, and popped the hardest boner I�d seen in a long time. He was ALL OVER ME, so I took him to bed. He stripped, and went to work on my Balls. He rimmed my Hole, then sucked my Cock.
I told him that he was a Sex Starved Faggot, and the only thing that would satisfy his Craving would be if I shot a huge Load up his Ass. He groaned in agreement and worked my Pole ebulliently. I continued to talk Shit to him, getting him ever more Hot and Bothered. I told him that, Married or not, he was a Queer Faggot Cocksucker. I flipped him over on his stomach and tore into his Ass. He screamed in Pain and Pleasure. I asked if he wanted my Seed, and he begged me to Breed him. Who was I to decline?
I spermed his Neg Ass good and deep and pumped his Married Mancunt full of POZ JIZZ. The Cocksucker thanked me. I hoped I�d given him something to remember me by, and he�d pass it on to his Woman. I wouldn�t want the Little Lady left out.
I could hardly believe the Abercrombie type I did the next morning. In the afternoon, I took on the gym bunny one floor down. So the count stood at eight, maybe more, counting spouses. In the morning I checked out for Denver. I had three, maybe four, Neg Holes lined up there.