I've recently acquired a taste for younger men; so when my business travels took me recently to Tucson, I let a room near the University. I picked up this Kid, who couldn�t have been more than a Sophomore, and who looked barely old enough to drink, at a campus gay bar. He informed me early on that I was just his Type�a nice mature Daddy, with lots of facial hair. How flattering! That made it easy. I drove a circuitous route to the Motel so he couldn�t track me later.
From the moment we walked through the door, he wanted to give head. I let him.
�Want to rim my Ass, too, Kid?�
�Ohhhhhhh yeahhhh, Daddy!�
�Shove your tongue up my Hole, nice and deep! Taste my Ass Juices.�
�OK, Kid, now its time to get Fucked!�
�No, Man, I don't get Fucked.�
Too bad, Shit Head. Did I fail to inform you, when you walked through that door, you gave up your rights? Your Ass is Mine now.�
In the ensuing tussle, he quickly discovered his Desire to Decline was no match for my Need to Seed. In short order, I had my bare Cock gliding in and out of his Hole, lubed only by my Spit and his Ass Slobber. I could tell why he didn't like to be Fucked---his was as tight a Hole as I�ve ever encountered. Every stroke must have torn up his Rectum.
�Fuck, Daddy! You're not wearing a Condom!�
Don't worry, Baby Cakes, my HIV hasn�t progressed that far.�
�You�ve got AIDS?�
�Technically speaking, NO, Baby Cakes. Just HIV. HIV matures into AIDS. As it will in your case. Wanna freak? Turns me on when Fags freak. Freak out, and maybe I�ll blow another Load up your Ass.�
Freak he did, shivering and sobbing uncontrollably for the next 20 minutes, feeling sorry for his future, which I�d just so unconscionably absconded. I never did pull out. As promised, after only a few easy strokes, I deposited a second Deadly Load up his Ass.
Speechlessly, I guided the dumbfounded youth back to my car, drove the same serpentine route to the Bar, planted a twenty in his pocket (officially denigrating the little Fuck as a Male Whore), and told the Shit to get outta my Sight.
Somewhere in AZ there�s an ex-Angel, his previously pristine anatomy irreparably declining in the presence my Death Seed�because I willed it. Makes me so Fucking Proud when I contemplate the Obscenity. Welcome, Junior, wherever you are, to the Sacred Order of AIDS.