Until now I�ve told the Truth when guys ask my Status. I'm a lousy liar, and it's difficult for me to fabricate. I don�t look diseased, but I�m old enough know better and should have wised up long ago. It�s nothing short of miraculous that I�ve survived these 16 POZ years, so I got nothing to lose.
So it was with extreme reluctance I revealed my Status to a recent Trick who�d confided in me that he was NEG. The first couple times he had asked me not to cum in his ass�which no great shakes�since he bounced around like a Mexican Jumping Bean so I could barely stay in him. Though I did get off on fantasies of POZZING his ass, which I couldn�t resist.
But last night, with my shaft buried deep in his cunt, and inspired by one hit of poppers too many, he bellowed, "CUM IN MY ASS! DON�T PULL OUT! SHOOT UP MY BUTT!�
With his tight hole primed with ass juices, and my cock oozing precum, how could I resist?. It was FUCKIN� INTENSE when I unleashed a tidal wave of VENOM that inundated his Manpussy and sloshed down his thighs!
By late Saturday night my venereal appetite was rekindled, and I searched on the Web for BOTTOMS who BAREBACK. I found several candidates and told them I didn�t use Condoms, but neglected to mention my Status.
I chose a young lad who met my prerequisites. I got him on the edge of the bed and plowed his sweet ass. I penetrated his Mancunt with ease, slid down his Anal Canal like a Disney Land Ride, and almost shouted an appropriate
"WHOOOPEE!" when I came in an Avalanche. His Manpussy felt incredible, and it got better from there. We fucked through the night; and I
OHHHHHHH �d and AHHHHHH�d with each load that I dropped�till I realized at sunrise that I hadn�t asked him his Status.
"YOU NEG or POZ?"
With his head buried deep in the pillow, he mumbled an incoherent reply.
�WHAT?�
�I SAID I�M NEG. HOW �BOUT YOU?�
�POZ,� I whispered apprehensively.
"THAT�S COOL!"
I was shocked! Not only had my previous night�s Fuck been a BUG CHASER, but this one was, too. He told me that he was going to KEEP MY POISON JIZZ UP HIS ASS ALL DAY. That� made me cum for the umpteenth time. It felt like NIH~AG~RAH F~A~L~L~S !
My mind reveled in the possibility that I was POZZING him, and I wondered what I�d been missing these 16 POZ years! It was so hot CHARGING HIS NEG ASS that I convinced him to stay another half hour while I worked up a final death-dealing load. It was well after 8:30 when he departed.
The moral of the story is�we all make our own decisions and live with the consequences. Sometimes the circumstances smack of the Predestination; at other times it�s clearly Free Will. Regardless, I gotta tell you, I had a Blast with these two BUG-CHASING dudes. Though them I discovered a new brand of FUCKING. Anyone else wanna CUM over and BAREBACK?