I visited my old college roommate and his wife. We�d always been close. I had gone to their wedding. They gave birth to their Son the same year we graduated�named the Kid after me.
We've stayed in touch over the years. The Kid grew into a strapping young man, a fine looking youth, 5�10�, 160, ever so slightly effeminate. Great tan�but that was to be expected�they lived in Tucson.
To resolve your prurient interests�NO, I DID NOT FUCK HIM IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS�it got better than that.
I ran into the Kid at the Gay bar I frequent when I�m in town. To say that we were surprised to see each other was an understatement. I looked away�giving him the option to flee undetected; but, instead, he came over to talk to his �Uncle�.
�Surprised to see you here, Uncle Ken.�
�The feeling is mutual, Joey.�
�Come here often?�
"Almost daily since I turned 21. Does my Dad know you're Gay?"
"Ever since College. How about you?"
�Both Mom and Dad know.�
What I never told anyone was my Status. That was for me to know and the World to find out.
�Did you guys ever Play?"
"A little, but I liked your Mom, so I let him date her; and look what happened�.� I stared down at his crotch.�
He blushed.
�Joey, are you Bi or Gay?�
"Gay. Actually I prefer older guys like yourself. I don't go for the college crowd or married dudes.�
I got to thinking how hot it would be to Fuck my Namesake, the Son of my Old College Buddy. Serve him right for marrying that stupid Bitch. POZ HIM, if I really got lucky.
Joey finished his drink, swirling his glass so the ice cubes collided and tinkled. My move.
"Like to stop over my hotel?"
"Why not?�
"AIDS was why not. Though I wasn�t about to admit it.
No sooner did we get in the door, than he stripped off his clothes. I did the same. We scooted onto the bed and kissed and embraced. He had a lovely tight ass that begged to be fucked. And I was just the guy to accommodate him.
He went down on my dick, sucking and swallowing. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy it. When he came up for a kiss, I couldn't help wonder if he�d ever think of me as just �Uncle� again.
And me? What was I thinking? Dammed if I wasn�t determined to give him the Death Fuck. It�d be so hot�screwing this little Faggot I�d known since Diapers.
He kissed me, working my nips. I gave him the Judas kiss. He was already rock hard, no doubt fantasizing about my Death Stick.
He lavished spit on my shaft, mouthing my balls, tonguing my hole, till I couldn�t take anymore.
"I wanna suck you, Joey.�
"I�d rather get fucked, Uncle Ken. I've only been screwed by young kids and strangers. Now I wanna get fucked by my own flesh and blood.�
Though I wasn�t related, he�d cum regard me as Family, and was begging for it. That absolved me of guilt for what might be forthcuming. I�d been seduced. So I gave him the cushiest Rimming of his whole Fuckin� Life. It drove him Bananas. He was so up for his Daddy-Fuck, that he moaned and begged me to Screw him.
So I lifted his legs and plunged in. It was CRAZY�WONDERFUL�ECSTATIC�POZZING THE SON OF MY EX-LOVER�infecting his AssCunt, his Blood, with my Venomous Precum, contaminating his Gonads with Death and Disease. I fucked him without mercy. The little Shit didn't even ask about Condoms. He just let me Fuck him, with nary a whimper! His younger boy lovers must have thrown him off guard. Maybe he was even a Chaser! I didn't go there. I pounded away for 10 minutes and asked him how he was doing, though I could tell from his moans and the way I assaulted his Prostrate, he was doing just fine.
"Shoot your Load in me, Uncle Ken. Make me your Slut!"
�My pleasure, Joey.�
I was getting hornier by the second. Had not the little Fucker begged me to do him? Was it not my obligation and duty to screw up his Puny Existence?
Suddenly I was back in College where I�d given four of my cohorts the Syph. None of them figured out it was me. I smiled as I watched them traipse back from the Clinic, humiliated, declining my solicitations for sex. I'd done that for the Hell of It�like I was doing it now. Only Syph wasn�t fatal. This would be, I vowed.
About that time I exploded in his gut with what must have been my Biggest Load ever. I could tell from his Tightness that he hadn�t Fucked much�which improved my chances of Bruising him up�which enhanced the odds for Infection�which caused me to spasm long after I�d shot. Besides, he�d been violently bucking back on my Shaft, which could only help matters. And when I exploded, he spewed his own fucking Load all over our stomachs and chests.
"Sorry I couldn't hold back, Uncle Ken."
"That's all right, Joey,� I gasped, as I lapped up what I could and sucked the rest off my fingers. The last Neg load of this poor Motherfucker was important to my Bug-ravaged psyche.
I made no effort to pull out, and let my diseased cum incubate in the dark, fertile warmth of his AssCunt. He, likewise, made no attempt to withdraw. He just kept his Ass plastered back on my Cock, clenching his Sphincter, milking every last venomous drop from my Shaft.
"Can you cum again?"
"Want me to?"
"Yeah. I love being fucked�by my Uncle.�
I hadn't lost the Erection that had seeded him�the most significant Fuck of his Life. He rocked back and forth on my Dick. It wasn't long till I spasmed again; and spewed forth a second, less generous, but equally toxic Load.
He was working his own Shaft by then, beating it hard, his breath cumming in gasps, so I slipped my lips over his piss-slit as his Cream gushed down my throat. After a lingering, passionate kiss, a thick rope of Cum tethered his lips to mine.
Joey was full of surprises.
"You�re POZ, aren�t you, Uncle Ken?"
"How�d you know?�
"Just a guess, really. You�re older; been Fuckin� longer than me; had plenty of time to get POZZED. Did you give me the Bug?"
"You know it. Whether I�ve POZZED you or not is a different story, but I've bred others on the First Fuck."
"I'm not exactly a Chaser. But I'm glad it was you. I like keeping the Shit in the Family." There again was a reference to that flesh-and-blood stuff. Even I might begin to believe it. After all, they say POZZED BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER.
"If you take good care of yourself, you�ll last 20 years. You�ll cycle through Meds, until they all stop working. You�ll lose weight, grow weak, get hospitalized; and that�s it. Then all you can do is rely on the others you�ve POZZED to carry on the Tradition. That�s why GIFTING is so important.�
"Mom and Dad will assume it was one of my ANONYMOUS TRICKS. But I don�t look at it your way. I figure, in 20 years, there�ll be a CURE. I got no worries.�
"Yeah, maybe so," I affirmed, not terribly convinced. The Kid struck me as one who might never take Meds, in which case he didn�t have 20 years. Meanwhile, I was like floating on Cloud Nine�I�D JUST BUGGED MY EX-LOVER�S OFFSPRING. Served him right for fuckin� that Bitch. I wondered how many of my other ex�s had Scions that needed attention. I was hard again by the time he walked out the door.
We had lunch the next afternoon, and I sat adjacent to Joey who tried to play Footsy under the table. On the way out, he whispered he�d stop by that evening. The rest of the day I basked in the glow of AIDS FUCKS�PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. I had a Client to prepare for, but let it slide, alternately dozing and watching TV, till there came a knock at the door.