I�m the QUEEREST—with a hard Cock and an insatiable appetite for RAW, CASUAL, ANONYMOUS, LUSTY MANSEX.
Any age, from late teens through sixties; tall or short; skinny, slim, muscular, or chubby; black, brown or white; hairy or smooth; cut or uncut; POZ
I have only one Fetish�Unsafe Sex with Safers
, who either think I�m SAFE or doing it SAFE when in reality I�m not and I don�t.Gay Sex is my Hobby, my Sport, my Addiction. And I�m into it for what it offers�alluring unsuspecting NEGS into Conversion Scenarios. When I�m not hunting for it or doing it, I�m thinking about it, watching Gay Porn, writing/reading libidinous Emails, chatting on Sex Lines, or Online with other Faggots.
I�m 36, 6�1�,160, brown-blonde, clean-shaven, semi-hairy, 31� waist, 36 chest, with a fat, straight 7� cut cock, shaved medium balls, and a tight bubble Ass. Sound like someone you�d be interested in?
I�m not your typical Boy-Next-Door type, but guys have always been attracted to my natural punkish attitude, laid-backness, and oversized Cock. Of course, not everyone goes for that; but I get enough variety that I don�t have to mess with a ton of Fat Pigs or Old Trolls.
Most guys I do are younger than I, and sometimes judgment-impaired (booze or drugs). I am mostly a fuck-hungry, raunchy Ass-Fucker, but, in a pinch, a Cum-craving Bottom into Cocksucking, Rimming, Fisting, Watersports, Orgies, Public Sex, and Gay, Bi or Straight guys in general who need to cut loose.
I�m NOT into Safe Sex. No way�neither promoting nor practicing. I�m POZ and an active Giver and Chaser and Breeder, who believes that the Ultimate Honor is the Sharing of Cum. And the Supreme Booty is Getting the Bug�the modern day equivalent of Knighthood.
I live in a city of diverse cultures from all over the planet. Queers here FUCK in parks, bathhouses, bookstores, tea rooms, and on the beach. There are, of course, avid Virus Avoiders, but UNSAFE SEX is rampant and generally raunchy.
Yeah, Drugs are cheap. I�m a Pothead, but many who Cruise do more. I like putting the Make on Out-of-It Dudes who frequent the parks at night. Many of them are Teens and Young Marrieds. I enjoy POZZING THEM UP.
I love it when they complain about BARE COCK PENETRATION or my finger abrading their Cunts�but they are usually too drug-fucked or drunk to push me away. If not, I offer them a special Reefer from my Stash.
Some ask me to wear a Rubber; most don�t. Others request I not Cum up their Asses�but then I don�t let on when I shoot, and they�re none the wiser. I�ve told a number of Dudes after I Cum that I�m POZ, but save my special salutation for the most despicable�like �HAVE A NICE DEATH!�
I�ve also DOUBLE POZZED a SAFER with a Black Pal who is a regular at the baths. We both TIP-RIPPED our Rubbers at the same time�without knowing beforehand the other�s intent. It was awesome�indulging in the same evil turn-on as my Bud. To compensate, I offered to get the NEG a clean towel after I pounded my Compadre�s POZ Cum up his Ass then shot my own. I didn�t last long when I realized what Immoral Fucks we were�but who cares?
At the same Baths, in almost the same room (well, next door) I did this TV Weatherman whose wife is a News Anchor on the nightly news broadcast. He was on vacation, while his wife worked due to contract commitments. The whole time he kept sipping from a Flask. He offered me a couple swigs, but I declined. By the time I�d Cum in him twice, he�d consumed half a pint and passed out.
Curious, I made sure he was soundly asleep and rifled through his wallet and briefcase�colognes, and undies which would only appeal to a Faggot. In his wallet, were the usual�driver�s license, various ID�s, and several hundred dollars. In his case I found a Little Black Book that contained the names and phone numbers of his fellow Faggots�all SAFE and NEG no doubt. But what intrigued me the most was his Magic Marker�the super-indelible, ultra-waterproof permanent type for autographing glossies and the like.
I nudged his arm. He snored soundly. I poked him in the chest. A brief harrumph, and his shallow breathing resumed. Cautiously, I uncapped the marker.
On his chest, below his rather gaudy gold necklace, I scrolled a big �U�. The Dude spasmed once, but didn�t awaken. God, I was afraid he�d roll over before I was done.
Between his well-bitten Nips I printed �NOW�. He coughed in response, so I had to proceed extra cautious and slow.
Beneath his Tits I penciled �HAVE�. The Dude didn�t stir. Apparently I�d found just the right touch.
Above his belly button I finished him off��AIDS� in the biggest, boldest letters his flabby abs could support.
If you think scoring a heaving, hairy chest was easy, you�re crazy. But I was finished. And I�d indelibly inscribed: �YOU NOW HAVE AIDS�.
I wondered how the hell he�d ever get that off. Would he even notice before he hit the john? There were no mirrors in his room. Be great if a half dozen clients and staff saw it before he did. Might be kinda embarrassing. Might present a medical challenge for him, too�a few weeks from now when he got the Flu and later, when he started on Meds.
I wondered how he�d explain it to wifey. Might ruin his marriage�even his career, if the drugs took their usual physical toll. I looked down at the sleeping kahuna and salivated. Too bad. He�d been a Good Fuck. But I needed my kicks even more.
I returned the pen to his briefcase. Once more I glanced longingly at his wallet and counted the cash. Two hundred seventy-eight dollars�exactly. His money didn�t interest me. I�m not a thief. Well, I did take a twenty�a souvenir of my first VIP POZZING.