I met the birthday boy at a club I don't usually frequent. The crowd is younger and overall less mature than what I like. But a buddy of mine twisted my arm, so I went along.
I was having an okay time dancing until I bumped into this kid who was no taller than 5'5", but built like a gymnast and wearing no shirt. He gyrated his hips in this sexy manner and kept looking in my direction. I smiled at him, which he took as an invitation. Next thing I knew he was pushing his butt against my crotch--and we were dirty dancing.
It wasn't long before I asked him to have a drink. My buddy was tangled up with a bunch of twinkies on the dance floor, so I didn't feel like I was abandoning him. Chip and I headed toward the bar.
He�d just turned 21 and was celebrating with some college buddies. He was studying geology, and his only sex had been with guys in the dorm. There was a lot he wanted to explore. And he didn�t mean just geology. We drank a couple of beers, danced some more, and ended up in his jeep a half hour before closing.
I invited him over to my place since I live alone and don�t have to worry about roommates or uninvited visitors. Earlier that day I�d purchased some high-grade weed and wanted to try it out. We headed up to the roof of my building to smoke a joint and jabber. A few tokes told us the stuff performed as advertised, and it hit Chip particularly hard.
"I feel so fucked up now."
I volunteered to give him a massage, and we went downstairs to my bedroom. I had him undress and lay face down on the bed. I took the baby oil and started rubbing him down. He got to moaning and grinding his hot bubble butt up into my hands. Every time I ran past his crack, he'd part his legs a little more, until, by the 5th pass, he was lying there totally spread-eagled.
He wanted it bad�and so did I. I rubbed the oil into his crack and leaned my face close to his boy butt so I could smell the musky scent emanating from his hole.
"Do you like to buttfuck?"
I tried not to laugh. �Do I like to buttfuck? Hell yeah!�
He asked me to put on a condom. �Sex is so much better raw�, he said; but he wanted to stay clean in case he ever met �Mr. Right.�
I made the comment that if he ever met �Mr. Right,� it wouldn�t matter if he were clean or not.
I almost always bareback and halfway contemplated refusing. But considering my status, I figured he had a point. I lubed the condom generously with baby oil (his ass was pretty well lubed from the massage) and slowly slid into him.
To my surprise, he grimaced, and complained how much it hurt, and asked me to pull out. I told him to sit on it. That might be easier. We tried it that way but he still complained, and pulled off my dick as soon as I entered him. I was getting frustrated, but tried not to show it because, well, he was just 21; and I figured he hadn�t fucked much.
"I guess this isn't going to work," he apologized, reaching back and pulling the condom off my cock.
I expected to hear him to say that he�d better be going. But instead he kept his hole positioned right above my cummy dick, and gradually lowered himself till strands of precum clung to his man-pussy.
"Too bad for me, cause I really wanted to feel you way up inside me, a special kind of birthday gift. And I bet you wanted to fuck me, too. So if you wouldn�t mind-- perhaps we can try again, bare.� He began gently rocking back and forth on my cock--so that, ever so slowly, my raw dick entered him.
When the head of my cock popped past his sphincter, he got this glazed look of on his face. His lips parted, but he said nothing further. I slid deeper into him. He leaned back on me. His hungry hole gripped my dick. I could remain passive no longer. I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, lifted his legs to my shoulders, and began to fuck him hard and deep.
When I started to get close, I heard him moaning, "Don't cum in me, okay? Just don't cum in me."
"Why? You know you want my seed."
"Don�t cum in me."
�I can�t impregnate you unless I cum in you.�
�Don�t cum in me.�
�You want my special birthday gift, don�t you?�
�Don�t cum in me.�
�Too late. My precum�s already flooded your guts. I�m gonna S-H-O-O-T!�
My body exploded in orgasm, and I did make a feeble effort to pull out. But Chip, in a moment of passion or, perhaps, in a sudden change of heart, locked his arms about my buttocks and pulled me tight against him. Wave after wave of my diseased cum pulsed into him. His own jizz, perhaps neg for the last time, shot onto my chest.
To make a long story short, the marijuana and the fucking had taken its toll and shortly thereafter we fell asleep. In the morning he was the first awake; and I fucked him once more in the shower and, finally, in the alley behind my building as we were saying goodbye.
It was then that he asked my status.
I hemmed and hawed. �Status doesn�t mean anything,� I said. �A guy may test neg one day, have a fatal affair the next, and end up poz.�
�And did I just have that fatal affair?�.
�I think so.�
�Then I�d better get tested.� He glanced off down the alley toward where his jeep was parked. �I didn�t expect to stay neg forever. In fact, I kind of wonder if I wasn�t asking for it last night.�
�I think you were.�
With that we kissed. He hopped in his jeep, and drove off.