It was about 6:30 on a Thursday when I left the Wall Street and headed for the home. Usually the subways are crowded well into the evening, but when I got to the station, it was deserted. I headed toward the end of the platform where I usually catch the train. There, behind a post, was this attractive suit, 30�s, blonde, blue eyes, no ring of any sort. Just my type. He looked kind of frazzled after a hard day�s work, his guard down but not out. So for lack of anything else to do, I cruised him.
On the nearly empty train I sat across the aisle from him so I could stare at his crotch. It was pretty obvious what I was doing. He got the message and cupped his groin. 10 minutes into Brooklyn he got off, and I followed.
On the platform, we introduced ourselves. He was Kevin, single, 31, and horny. The feeling was mutual, and we hauled ass for his apartment.
Soon as the door slammed behind us, we began to make out. After an eternity of kissing, groping, probing, and haphazard disrobing, he led me into the bedroom. He was worth the wait, pretty awesome with his clothes off, well-built, toned, with a juicy cock and an even juicier ass.
I asked him if he were top or bottom, and he said both. We sucked and played with each other, and then I asked him to fuck me. He put on a condom. I hate the damn things. He told me he was neg. But I wouldn�t hold that against him.
After a while I told him I wanted to fuck him; and he was seemed pleased with my suggestion. Since this Roman used condoms, I played by the house rules and grabbed one of his rubbers. I fucked him wearing the condom till I got his ass nice and sloppy with lube and spit. I started to jerk him while I fucked him, doubling his pleasure. I pulled out and asked him to get on his knees.
I fingered his ass with one hand while I pulled my condom off with the other�carefully concealing it beneath the sheet. That accomplished, I shoved my bare cock up his hole and really started to ram him.
I worked his tits and slammed my bare cock up his ass for a good 20 minutes. As my cum came to a boil, I shoved my pulsing cock in deep into his ass. A week�s worth of poz jizz shot into his guts. Mission accomplished!
I pumped him a bit longer to massage it in real good. Of course he had no idea I had fucked him raw. He moaned and writhed and played right into my hands as I poisoned his sweet neg ass.
In the business of pozzing, the technique of pulling out is as important as the way you get it in. The name of the game is to avoid suspicion. I pulled my condom from under the sheet; and slipped it over my dick head to make it look like it had mostly come off as I pulled out. Then I made sure Kev saw me pull it completely off. I kept my hand over the empty reservoir to conceal it. I finished by sucking him off so he�d want more when it came time to reseed him.
True to form, he gave me his phone number and practically begged to call him over the weekend. I�ll oblige, because I want to make sure he gets properly seeded. Then I want to keep in touch until his next HIV test. I�ll be so shocked when he tells me he�s poz.
�Oh, Kevin! Do you know who did it? With the meds these days, it�s no big deal. Long as you keep a strict regimen and take all the pills the doctor orders. You won�t get sick and die. You�ll be able to keep on working. Depending how you feel about it, you can even bareback now. That�s the positive. No one has to know. There are guys who do that, you know. Gee, Kevin, do you think I ought to get tested?�