Who ever said that computers lead to lame Cybersex? My own POZ Cock was dripping, thinking about burying its Toxic Load
in a NEG HOLE 2,000 miles away.We met on AOL, that most vanilla of services. His profile was tame, but he zeroed in on my more earthy vignette. Our first encounter was a result of business trip to our nation�s capitol. Business took me there, but his hungry Hole brought me back again and again.
That first fling was a quick rump-pumping�a harbinger of things to Cum. Not enough time to spew multiple loads into every nook and cranny of his pretty Round Butt�it was 4 agonizingly long weeks before I had a chance to breed that sweet Manhole again.
Like the native animals that live in the desert here in Arizona, one learns to conserve one�s most precious body fluids, such as Charged Cum. His playground, on the other hand, was Washington, DC, where Bottoms are a dime a dozen and good Tops are hard to find. Exactly 1,958 miles separated my dripping Pole from his pouting Ass Lips. We�d made an Pact, a Cum Oath, that for one week, I was to abstain from local ManPussy; and he, likewise, would keep CUMFREE for seven sexually-deprived days.
I thought I would blow after the third day. It would have been so easy to find some local ManNooky and keep him to myself. But I wanted to experience the Cum Starvation so prevalent among sailors and priests, at least some of them. I�d heard of Blue Balls; but by Day Three, my Nuts had turned the hue of pink-magenta.
I thought I was gonna explode after Day Four, but knew what lay ahead in a sleazy motel room in suburban DC. As I boarded the plane in Phoenix, my Hard-On was all too obvious to the woman in the seat next to me. If only she�d known my Load was intended for a Chute much tighter than her slimy Pussy.
The baggage and rental car lines took an eternity. Once mobile, I sped to the motel to prepare for our encounter. He was still at work, so I set the stage. A few bottles of Poppers and some leather goods were all I needed. I left to get some dinner. When I returned, I saw his work clothes strewn about. The room was illuminated by a yellow sodium glow through the crack in the curtains. My sixth sense sprang into action as I inhaled deeply of the heady scent of male sexual need. The Cock in my drawers snaked upward toward my waistband. My noxious Pole was about to be unleashed.
There was my POZ-hungry Cum Slut just as I remembered him�naked, face down on the bed, sweet Ass Cheeks exposed and vulnerable. I mounted him quickly. No need for Lube�that�s what Precum is for. I ate his Hole, as he moaned quietly.
His Sphincter sucked my Dick into his unfathomable morass. That Cum Hole wouldn�t let go. This could be the POZZING. The Poppers buoyed me to Cloud Nine. I was gonna breed this CumSlut like he�d never been bred before.
After nearly an hour of nasty and sweaty rump-pumping, I decided to give the Cum Whore his due. My thrusts became harder and deeper. Not a single drop of Charged Jism escaped his wanton ManCunt. Each of my POZ Spermatozoa had �NEG WHORE� written all over it. I wanted to plow him so deeply that my Seed infiltrated his Bloodstream.
The floodgates opened. Gobs of hot, stringy Spooge flooded every Crack and Crevice of his Ass Walls. My clammy chest clung to his sweaty back. My Cock spasmed again and again. That was the 1st of 5 Charged Loads I delivered that visit.