Just to get away, I visited my buddy, Jimmy, a guy I roomed with in college.
He introduced me to his new boyfriend, Randi (32, 5'6, a trim 135, blue eyes, blonde, and very, very fem).
�Randi and I are a couple,� Jimmy announced, �because we�re both neg, and we�re gonna stay that way. We don�t play around."
Somehow I doubted that; but I was tired, so after dinner and a little TV, I hit the sack. My last waking thoughts were of slim, lithesome Randy, and how I had told neither of them I was poz.
Early in the morning, I wandered into the kitchen to find Randi, wearing only a towel, making coffee. Since we were alone and Jimmy was asleep, I decided to test Jimmy�s theory. I was horny, and Randi was pretty; and I had nothing to lose. His back was to me, so I stole up behind him, and nuzzled his neck and ears.
�I�m so pleased you and Jimmy had me cum over, � I whispered, nibbling his lobes. My hand slid under his towel massaging his buttocks.
To my delight, Randi bucked back against me like a bitch in heat. Wondering how far he would go, I pressed my finger to his hole. Again, he pushed back so hard I slid all the way in.
He led me to the garage. A twin mattress lay propped against the wall. Randi gave it a nudge, and it plopped onto the floor. He spread his towel upon it so daintily.
I pushed the amorous Randi onto his hands and knees and rimmed his ass till he was dripping wet. I groped his dick to check his arousal, and was he ready�rock hard and drooling. I pressed my death-dealing cock to his hole and penetrated him to the hilt, I got to where I was really pounding his ass, and he loved it.
It didn't take long before I shot my first poz load deep into his tight neg hole. I slowly withdrew, careful to leave as much of the venom in him as I could. He twirled around, threw his arms about me, and kissed me.
"You are neg, aren�t you?"
A little too late to ask, I thought, but for his benefit I assured him I was clean. I made small talk long enough to ensure that my poz jizz would take. I didn�t want him running off to the bathroom where he could dump most of my seed down the drain. As it turned out, Randi didn�t go to the john until after we�d breakfasted.
Later that day, Jimmy made his second mistake. (His first had been sleeping in.) He ran off to buy groceries, leaving the me and Randi alone. I was lying on the bed reading a mag when Randi ambled in.
I wasted no time in stripping him down, all the while kissing and caressing him. Randi boy went down on me. Fearful that Jimmy might soon return, I hiked his legs to my shoulders, and fucked him.
He grimaced as my hard cock tore into him. No lube at all that time, and I skipped the rimming and spit. My dick burned from the friction, and I knew, if I were irritated, I must be tearing him up inside. A copious flow of precum and Randi�s sweet ass juices soon made us both feel sexy, and I rammed my second poz load of the day up his dry, lacerated mancunt.
Again, I carefully withdrew, leaving as much poison in him as possible. I held him in my arms and caressed him, which was easy because he was a sucker for love and romance.
Sunday morning, the day of my departure, I was showering when Randi sauntered in. I had him under the flow so quickly he hardly had a chance to disrobe.
I soaped up his back really good, and especially his crack, and spewed a third lethal load into him. We rinsed and toweled off together. Thank god, Jimmy slept late!
Jimmy called me three months later to tell me he and Randi had split. Turned out the little whore had cheated on him, and now they had both tested poz. I commiserated with Jimmy about his fate and the fickleness of boyfriends.
The way I see it, I really did Jimmy a favor. Having a boyfriend you think you can trust, only to find out he�s screwing around, is no laughing matter.
I have only one regret. I�ve lost track of Randi. After three wonderful fucks and a double conversion, I�ve cum to regard him as a formidable stud. Maybe I�ll get his number and invite him down. Reinfection would be my intent.