Several weeks ago I was bored out of my tree and horny as hell. I make it a policy to keep in touch with a circle of guys who like to get serviced. And every couple of weeks I send out messages on several Yahoo bareback groups aimed at the local talent: "Come as you are. Drop your shorts. Get blown. Get fucked, or ride me off into the sunset. No names. No questions. No holds barred. Call or email . . . "
I enjoy meating the horny guys who answer my ad. Some of the guys I meat become regulars. Call anytime, and we'll arrange a get-together. Even if you just want to drop by on your way home from work and drop a load in my mouth, then head on home to the little woman. Yeah, right! No shortage of married men in my little group, guys who�ve made a mistake and are doing their best to rectify it. And some of them give me their cell and office numbers, so I can contact them.
I was feeling bored, horny, and hot to poz someone. My dentist had told me a few days before that I have a KS lesion growing on my tongue. First symptom. So I called this kid I've seen off and on for a couple of years. Every so often he calls cause he wants to get his rocks off. He's about 24, and considers himself Bi.
He likes to top, but always talks about getting fucked. We didn't connect until late the next afternoon. But he jumped on his motorbike and got his ass over here just as soon as I offered to suck his ass for a couple hours.
When he got here, he wasted no time in dropping his shorts. We made out a little, but I made a point of not kissing him so he wouldn't feel the KS. He laid on the bed and spread his legs like a good little whore. I rimmed him to get him relaxed. He was a little surprised when I cuffed his right hand to the headboard.
"What the hell, man?"
�Relax,� I said. "Don't sweat it. I'm not gonna hurt you. I haven't hurt you in two years. Why should I start now?"
I went back to tonguing his ass. He's always sweet and clean, and just melts when he gets rimmed.
When he got to lifting his ass to meat my tongue, I just raised up over him and sunk my prick into his mancunt with one smooth stroke. He was ready for a ride. No resistance at all.
"Fuck me, man."
Without a thought about safety or condoms or a �Don't cum in my ass!� he just started bucking onto my dick like a fucking machine. He was great! I was so horny to unload in someone I was afraid I wouldn't last long. But I slowed down his rhythm and managed to hold on for quite a while.
Without changing position we must have fucked, off and on, for half an hour, which only made my load bigger and my balls more eager than when he walked in.
"Do you like barebacking?"
"Yeah, man!"
"First time?"
"Not really. But I've never taken it this long before. Can we take a break so I can stretch my hand?" He wiggled his right hand in the cuff.
"You don't really need to, do you? I want to shoot a load of jizz up your ass."
"You're not poz, are you?"
"I'm not only POZ, I have AIDS. How does that grab you?"
Needless to say, it didn�t.
"Oh, shit� don't! No, man, no! I don't want it! Please don't! I don't know what I'd do if . . ."
I let him whine for a few minutes. Actually his begging got me hotter. Just as I was seriously considering letting him go, I lost control and shot a load of hot virus-laden cum up his ass. He screamed like I'd cut him with a knife.
I collapsed on his back. His shoulders sobbed beneath me. After a while I pulled out and tongued his ass clean. His sobs changed to hysterical laughter.
I rolled him over and shoved my tongue down his throat. The lesion is on the underside of my tongue, and as I wrapped my tongue around his, he could feel it. I saw panic flicker back in his eyes. He tried to pull away, but he was on his back and I kept my mouth pressed to his�so he couldn't move.
I reached to the table for the cuff key to free him. I don't know why guys don't get it. That rung in the headboard has been chewed up for years from where guys have struggled with cuffs. Even when his hand was free, he didn't move.
"Shit man. Why me?"
"Why not you? You weren�t playing safe. You were gonna get it, anyway. I just sped things up a bit.
"I�ve been fucked by poz guys before. I've just never been fucked by a guy who is actually sick."
"One lesion doesn�t make me sick."
"I know, but . . .it freaked me out was how you wanted to give it to me. I could feel it. What freaked me out even more was how much I wanted it. God, what a head trip. What a fuckin' brain fuck!"
I could see from his undiminished hardon how hot his first AIDS fuck had been. "Ready for more? Slide that cock down my throat, or up my ass.�
One thing led to another, and he spent the night and took 2 more of my poz loads.