In Memorium
My deceased ex-Lover Joe suggested I post this—a
titillating tale for some of you.
Six months ago, a group of us were riding our bikes through North
Carolina. It was hotter'n Hades,
so we pulled over at a truck stop. This Hot Little Queer was gassin' up his
VW. He liked Joe's bike and
told him so. Joe let him take it
for a spin and invited him to join us for a toke.
We offered him a couple snorts of speed and a joint
laced with Crack. The Little
Faggot lost his inhibitions and made a pass at Joe. We gangbanged his Ass to teach him a lesson—left him face
down in the toilet bowl with a bar of Ivory soap up his Rectum. I know at least half of us are POZ, and
Joe and I have AIDS.
I'm sure with all of the Venom we let loose
in his pink Pussy we POZZED him.
Joe died this morning. The Dark Lord's Bug finally got him. I'm jealous! It was me POZZED Joe in the first place, and he gets to go
to Lucifer before me. So my Mission on Earth continues. Death through Sex has always been
the Ultimate Sacrifice.