Max and I work together at the same company. That was how we met. He was a Manager in another department; and I, the Staff Accountant assigned to work with him. He needed financial information to determine feasibility, and I was deemed best suited to provide it.
We worked together�nights and early mornings and some Saturdays. We also had lunch and dinner some nights.
I never planned nor expected other than a working relationship, but it turned out to be much more.
Except for the poz-neg issue, we were a natural pair. Max was 46, 6�, 180 lb. with salt and pepper hair, and hazel eyes. His cock was one to die for, with a pair of low-hanging balls that were always full of sweet manjuice.
I was 34, 5'11", 170 lb., blond hair, blue eyes, minimal body hair, a cute ass (I am told by man and woman alike) and a 6� slender cock with a nice fat head.
Like I say, Max was the Manager and I the peon. I found him quite attractive and suspected he was gay. But how to break the ice?
One day over lunch I asked if it was okay I left at 5 (our usual quitting time)�because I was having dinner with my ex-boyfriend.
�Sure, why not. I hadn�t planned on working late tonight. Are you two close?�
�Lived together for a year. Till he found a new Mr. Right. Now we just keep in touch. Have dinner every couple months. I think his boyfriend�s joining us tonight, so there�ll be three of us. You�re welcome to join us, if you like. I mean, there�ll be two of them and one of me.�
I hoped I wasn�t being too obvious.
Although Max declined, he told me that he understood, since he, too, was gay. He�d been married till he got pozzed. When he went on meds, his wife found them, and everything about his secret life came out. Although they�d lived platonically, and relatively copacetically, for 15 years, she divorced him.
I�d been married 8 years myself, but in my case it was the other way around. When I concluded I was irrevocably gay, not even bi, I asked my wife for a divorce; and she assented. Turned out she had a boyfriend on the sly, so I was no great loss. But she still felt slighted.
Max told me he�d been poz for the last 5 years. I asked him about his meds, if they bothered him. He told me, no, but there were days�. His voice trailed off.
I said I figured I�d convert eventually, since I was a bottom and loved cock and jizz too much to do anything but bareback.
Of course, I didn�t use those exact words. Well, I did say �bareback.� But I still didn�t know where Max was coming from, how conservative or safe-sex he was, so I beat around the bush and hemmed and hawed and explained it all in nice businesslike terms�
at least as businesslike as you can get discussing your perversion in the often homophobic business world. Despite myself, I guess the message I conveyed to Max, was �I�M AVAILABLE!� I really didn�t intend that, or did I?
Two nights later, Friday evening, we were working late. It was around 8:30, and our floor was deserted. The usual hangers-on, the executive types who stick around evenings out of a genuine need to work, or for lack of anything else to do, were gone.
Normally you wouldn�t catch me dead there on a Friday night. But since I was with Max, and he gave me the warm-fuzzies, I didn�t mind. I mean, where else can you get paid for having an erection?
For some reason, I was feeling extra horny, and for the past half hour had a hardon I couldn�t get down. Max glanced at me, and observed the tent, which was, to say the least, embarrassing. He suggested we take a break.
We got a cup of coffee and sat back to relax, and I realized Max was staring at my erection. When he reached across and his hand came down on top of it, I almost had a heart attack! He began massaging the swollen polyester, tentatively at first, then feverishly, till on the down-stroke, he cupped my balls.
�Hmmmm,� he moaned, making no attempt to hide his titillation; and I realized that he must be as sex-starved as myself.
He watched intently for my reaction, whether I was one inclined play or not. We were, after all, alone on the floor. I suspected the entire building was deserted, except for Security on Level 1; and they didn�t make their rounds till midnight.
I reached across and kissed him. Our tongues entwined, as our hands explored each other�s bodies.
Breaking the caress, I unbuttoned his shirt and sucked one nip and then the other. Max groaned. My lips wandered down his chest, kissing as I went, till they were poised above a hardon every bit as mountainous as mine.
I undid his belt and unzipped his slacks. As I tugged down his briefs, his man-meat popped out, straight as an arrow, and glistening with precum. I got on my knees and sucked him.
He moaned and groaned and ran his fingers through my hair. �If I weren�t poz, you little bitch, I�d give you the fucking you deserve.�
I collected our work papers and placed them on the credenza, undressed completely, and lay down on the table.
He climbed between my legs and sucked my dick, while one hand squeezed my balls; and with the other, he slipped a finger in my ass. That felt great, but even better when he inserted a 2nd and a 3rd. We didn't have any lube, but he applied enough saliva to cock and hole to suit. I was tight, but I needed his big dick in me, and did everything to accommodate.
He positioned himself between my thighs and placed my legs upon his shoulders. Laboriously he worked his shaft in me It hurt, but soon his precum and my ass juices did the trick, and his dick was buried to the hilt. He held steady for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his fullness, then thrust his hips and sawed in and out of me.
I loved it. There is nothing better then having the man you lust for buried deep inside you.
He pounded me, grunting and groaning beneath his breath. I knew I�d be sore, but it was worth it. Seemed like he fucked forever before he came.
I beat my rod to get a full erection back, to time my orgasm with his. As he took the final plunge, emptying his contaminated jizz in me, I shot my last neg load. It had been days for me, and you could tell. My jism landed on my chin and chest and stomach, drenching me with manseed, as Max�s poz sperm spasmed in my bowels.
Spent at last, he pulled out and held his engorged cock to my lips. Eagerly I consumed his soiled shaft to absorb the mucky mix of jizz and shit and my juice. I licked till he was cleansed of everything.
He pulled out, and we walked to the to the restroom to clean up. Our mutual orgasms had taken the wind out of our sails. He was worn out, as was I. He invited me to his place on Saturday, to finish what we hadn�t completed, suggesting we work awhile, then go to dinner.
The transition from co-workers to Lovers was consummated by that single sex act. The poz-neg issue never came up again till I converted. I can�t say I was �in love� with Max at first. But I enjoyed his company, and, specifically, the nightly fucking, too much to rock the boat or probe his psyche further. Two months later, my lease was up; and I moved in with him.
The day the doctor told me I was poz, Max was out of town, traveling for the company.
That night I felt so lonely, and didn�t know whether to laugh or cry. Although he was not around to share it, it was a special occasion, as the last barrier between us had fallen. After an hour of feeling sorry for myself, I headed out to one of my pre-Max haunts, for a drink and consolation.
It was there I met the sweetest college boy who took my mind off everything. After several drinks more than I intended, I felt better, but still in need of company. So I invited Joey over to our vacant pad. Max is always top, and I�m the bottom; but sometimes a change of pace is necessary. So I enthusiastically I pumped my poison jizz into Joey�s sweet cumhole. Oh yeah, I wondered if I�d infected him. He never asked my status, nor I his. The next morning he had classes and I had to work, so we kissed goodnight�with promises to meat and fuck again�the next time Max was out of town.
No sooner was Joey out the door than the phone rang. It was Max, checking up on me and work. I told him about my test results. He seemed shook-up, and told me he�d arrange for me to see his doc.
After determining that otherwise all was well, we blew each other kisses and hung up.
I fell into a profound, post-orgasmic sleep. I dreamt of fucking Joey, as I often do, as buckets of my blighted jizz invade his negative mancunt.