A Night at the Tubs

I went to the Tubs with two objectives in mind: (1) to be a Cum Slut; and (2) to get my Bug into as many Asses as possible.

Unfortunately it was a very slow night. There wasn�t much Cunt to be had. After some time scoping about and finding little of interest, I returned to my room and left the door open. I was lying on my bed watching a Vid, playing with my Dick to keep it erect.

Enter this bearish guy in his 60's, ample beard intermingled with gray; dark brown fur all over his body—nervously gauging my reaction to his presence.

I nodded to let him know I wasn�t displeased. He leaned forward and sucked me�bypassing the small talk and introductions.

I repositioned us so he could sit on my face and worship my DeathStick. With a couple licks of my tongue, I could tell this guy was a Bottom and a needy/greedy Bottom at that.

Pretty soon I was alternating between finger-fucking and eating his Hole. When I got three fingers in him, he couldn�t resist.

�Can I sit on your Cock?�

�Suit yourself.�

He slid down my body, and deftly lowered himself on my Shaft. �Man,� I thought to myself, �if there was ever a guy ready for POZZING, he was it!�

"Let me up so I can do this right."

With him kneeling on the edge of the bed and me standing behind him, I plowed his Ass.

"I think your fist would fit in me nicely.�

I grabbed my KY Plus (the stuff with N-9, that facilitates POZZING). I lubed up my hand, on which I had cultivated two pointy nails and worked it up his Chute. Yes, my Fist did fit quite nicely. After rummaging around, I withdrew to see the results of my scraping. My mitt was speckled with red—and with brown. I quickly cleaned off on the inside of my towel. His Hole adequately prepped, I proceeded to plant my Bug up his Butt.

Just as I was getting ready to shoot, a really hot sultry Bitch came in to watch, diverting attention from the treachery at hand. The Pig grew self-conscious, and my own Lust diverted to the Twink in the doorway.

The Interloper departed, driven away by Pig Bottom�s hostile glares. But our ardor diminished, we mutually decided to take a break.

The Bottom remarked he�d be back in an hour, with which I passionately concurred.

Vowing never again to be diverted from so meritorious a Task, I setup for Pig Bottom�s return. From my bag I withdrew a syringe needle, uncapped it, and hid it beneath spare towel on the bedstand. Then I went about scoping out all floors once again�stopping in the Smoking Lounge for a puff.

In the murky steam room, I encountered the Twink whose unbidden entry had so calamitously upset my applecart. With his prolific Load dribbling down my leg, I returned to my room to await Pig Bottom�s return.

I hadn�t been back very long when there was a knock at the door. Again I got to dicking his Hole. While he was distracted, I retrieved the needle from the bedstand, stabbed my forefinger several times, glanced down to ascertain I was bleeding profusely, and slid my fist back up his Butt. As soon as my bloody finger caressed his Ass Walls, he went BANANAS!

"Fuckin� Hot!� he exclaimed over and over again and blew his Load.

Mind you, he knew nothing of what I had done to my finger; and I did nothing different with my Fist. I submit to you he was NEG, and had intuitively discerned the onslaught of the Bug.