I'm a good looking guy in my 30's, clean cut, handsome, and masculine. I�m not bragging; it�s just a fact. I turn a lot of dudes on, and can pretty much Fuck whomever I want.
All August had been hot here in NY, and my affinity for places where us Sleazeballs congregate had never been greater. I headed out Saturday night, thinking about Fucking, get Fucked, Blow Jobs, and Rimming.
At a bar in the East Village, this guy was PISSING next to me.
"You�re pretty cute." I was playing with him like I do with everyone in the bars. I was so certain I�d have sex sometime that night, that I didn�t give a fuck whether he approved of my Cum-On or not.
"You�re pretty sexy yourself�and well hung," he commented, peering over the partition. He leaned over and cupped his hand to capture my Stream.
�Tasty, too," he added, as it dripped down his shirt.
That was so Sleazy, it got me going.
�Hold that thought!"
He finished pissing while I latched the door. I pissed down his throat.
We talked a minute while guys banged at the door. He gave me a kiss and undid his belt and jeans (no underwear). He was beautiful�that lanky type whose dick looked like it was starving the rest of his body.
I spotted a solid New Jersey or Long Island dude with a baseball cap low over his eyes in the corner. That used to be me. So I introduced myself and we had a beer. Joey was Catholic, Gay, Guilty and Sleazy, but didn�t know it yet. He was 28, Italian, and had a great build, which he was NOT showing off. How modesty turns me on!
Matthew came up to our table and joined us. After a few beers, we started doing Poppers and kissing. The bar was getting crowded. Matt�s friends came over, and I thought Joey was gonna split because he looked kinda out of place. But I really wanted to do him. So I followed him into the bathroom. He was drunk, unsteady, and groggy. I put his hand on my Cock; and he went for It and blew me.
�Don't Cum in my mouth, OK?�
I held the Poppers under his nose. He inhaled for what seemed like minutes. I turned his cap backwards. Again, guys were banging on the door.
�FUCK OFF!� I yelled, and Joey sucked faster and faster. I grabbed him under the shoulders and made him half-stand while he blew me. I undid his jeans, bent over, and fingered his Hole. It smelled manly and funky from sitting and sweating all night and drove me insane.
I let him blow me some more and pulled my Cock out of his mouth and started jacking while he nibbled my balls. I wanted to get POZ Scum on my fingers. I kept a hand on my Dick and fingered his Ass.
�I DON�T GET FUCKED.�
I massaged my POZ Precum into his Hole. He was clueless. He was doing Poppers like crazy. Like a good little girl, he kept trying to push my hand away from his Pussy. Like the perverted Faggot I am, I couldn�t get enough of his Mancunt. He was so into Sucking, he couldn�t keep it all straight; so he finally gave up.
�I'm just gonna rub my Dick against your Ass.�
In a totally unexpected change of heart, he backed onto my Dick. I held the Poppers under his nose and pressed in. I could tell he really didn�t get Fucked much, if at all; and my Shaft was about to hit that spot where I couldn�t go further without hurting him or scaring him off.
�OK, its just my finger now,� and I stuck it in past that point.
I was dripping PreCum like crazy, fantasizing about BREEDING his Ass, and all of a sudden my finger slipped in, to the hilt. I was about to pop, so I shoved my DEATHSTICK back up his Hole, all the while telling him how good my �finger� felt.
I shot my POZ Load up his Pussy, but I didn�t want to freak him out. So I made a show of quickly pulling out and jacking what little Jism I could muster on the floor.
He looked kinda relieved and commented that he�d never done that before. We cleaned up, and ended up getting kicked out by the Bouncer. We were out on the street, and it was close to 4 AM. The bars close at 4.
I realized I�d lost Matthew. I asked the Bouncer if I could run back in to look for a friend. He said, �No!� I looked up and down the street and thought I saw Matthew entering a Sex Club just across 2nd Ave. I asked Joey if he�d ever been across the street.
�Uh-uh.�
�Cum on. I'll take you.�
Inside we walked a big circle in search of Matt. I spotted a buddy named Brian, mid 40's, tats, solidly built, and as sweet guy as he was tough�and totally POZZED UP�the nastiest Cum giver/taker you�d ever want to meat. I remember him saying 3 years ago when he first Fucked me, �I wanna Cum in you. I want to charge you with my Bug. You�ll be my POZ boy forever.� We also talked a lot about converting young na�ve NEG guys like Joey. Again Joey surprised me again�shamelessly hitting on Brian.
Brian found us a large booth. We were barely inside when Joey dropped to his knees to blow Brian. I bit Joey�s Tits, and he sucked our POZ DICKS. I fed Joey my Poppers, and my Dick was drooling, as I watched Brian finger-fuck Joey's Ass. Brian whispered, �I'm tearing up the little Cunt�s Ass so you can shoot your POZ Jism right into his bloodstream.�
After that, I couldn�t hold back. I plowed into Joey and pounded his Mancunt. The Poppers had him so relaxed, his Ass involuntarily plunged back against me. He was as fucking high as a Faggot could get and remain on his feet.
I shot my second POZ Wad up his unsuspecting Mancunt and murmured to Brian that I�d already barebacked Joey once at the bar. Brian skewered his own Venomous Dipstick into the Pussy, whipping and blending my froth with his own�into a two-man, two-poison Foam.
Joey pulled off his shoes and his pants so he was totally nude. Brian and I did the same. I felt the slimy, sticky Scum from the last dudes to occupy the booth adhere to my feet.
So there we were, Power-Fucking Joey, who hours before, had wanted to know if I was �safe�. I asked Joey if we could make it a foursome; and he said, "Sure�long as he tops.� I opened the door and there, right across from our booth, was Matthew, watching everyone scurry about, while we were busy converting young Joey.
We locked eyes; he smiled, and entered our booth . He was surprised, but pleased, to discover Joey and Brian. The long and short of it was�everyone clicked.
�We got kicked out of the bar. Guess we were fooling around too long in the bathroom.�
�That was you guys? I had to piss so bad I came over here.�
�I thought I saw you walk in.�
He started to blow me then Joey then Brian. Anyway, we did the usual stuff 4 guys do in a booth. Brian and I fucked and shot in both Joey and Matthew�the POZ inculcating the NEG. We walked Joey out at 6 AM and put him in a cab with my phone number and email address. I haven�t heard from him yet.
We kissed Brian goodbye; and Matt came home with me, and we slept until 7 that night. We ordered Chinese in and watched Sex and the City while I played with his Hole.
�I know this is stupid after last night�but do you know your Status?�
�Yeah.�
I thought he was going to ask which was I was. Instead he cautioned, �I don't know whether I'm POZ or NEG. I�m sorry. I should have told you.�
�Nothing personal. It�s none of your business, but I�m POZ.�
He looked shocked and confused, his situation precarious, since his legs were already perched on my shoulders. I was ready to POZ FUCK him again.
�You get a CHARGE out of this?�
�No, but you might.�
His smile twisted into a concupiscent leer. �Just do me a favor. When you�re ready to shoot, look me straight in the eye.�
I did, and will do so again. After dinner, I will unload more of my POZ JISM up his beautiful Hole, and glare into his eyes at the Moment of Truth.