Something to Remember Me By
Wednesday night I hooked up with a guy
I met in a hot tub at a Bed and Breakfast. He was 29 with a youthful countenance and shocking red hair;
and it was his birthday.
We fooled around, and I licked his
Balls and sucked him off. I could
tell he was having a good time. He
told me he was recently divorced, and that I was the first guy he'd ever
been with.
BOING! SIRENS
RESOUNDED! LIGHTS FLASHED!
"So you've never been fucked?"
My aching Dick tormented me. I told him I'd love to be the one to
pop his Cherry, and that I'd go slow and easy and be gentle [as a bull in a china shop].
We went up to my room, and I popped in
a Bareback vid. While he watched,
I had him lie on his stomach so he could get BRED.
Try as I might, I couldn't get in. I
broke open a new bottle of Poppers and practically rammed the whole thing up
his schonz. I emptied a full tube
of Vaseline in his Cunt. I
desperately wanted to be the one to POZ
him.
Finally his greasy Pucker gave way, and
I eased in. My Machiavellian
side wanted to ram it home and put him out of his misery, but I knew he
wouldn't tolerate that; so I stifled myself and played nice.
S-L-O-W-L-Y, despite the Precum oozing
out of my Dick Head, I worked my Death Stick up his Ass. How sweet it was! I could think of nothing but blasting a Load of
POZ Cum up his unsuspecting NEG Hole.
I wanted his first Fuck to be one he'd
never forget. How considerate he'd had been not to ask about Condoms nor my
Status. Too much on his mind, I suppose,
though his current troubles were nothing like those that lie ahead. I'd have lied if I had to—there was
that much at stake.
It was much ado about nothing. Five minutes later I spurted
Volleys of Poison
Jizm up his Cunt. I
doubt he suspected he was at a major juncture in life.
I think our coupling was special for
both of us. For him, I was his
first; a new and exciting birthday gift.
I, on the other hand, hoped I'd passed on the malignancy, the perniciousness of which would only
become evident with the passage of time.