SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS
"I'm sorry to have to tell you
this..."
Of course, the cute Counselor didn't
have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the
heat of that LOAD. It was special.
I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old,
gay or straight—WHOMEVER!
And the big-dicked Puerto Rican
who ravaged me with his Prince Albert
was definitely worth enabling! He
looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For.
Back to the cute Counselor—he was
30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about
5'6". He also had a Bubble
Butt to die for.
"I hate to tell you this, but
something terrible has happened."
I nodded. Not a big surprise.
"If you need
counseling..."
I licked my lips and stared at his
swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't
worn a Tee. His meaty titties
clung to his cotton shirt.
"Don't worry, all my friends are POZ.
Isn't that the in-thing now?"
"Mr. Johnson...this is
serious...."
"I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all
my Condoms." He
shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words.
My friends reacted diversely—some
pleased, some melancholy.
Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and
now I had to pay the Piper.
So Friday night I invited them over for
a "Conversion
Celebration."
It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight,
I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising.
Initially I didn't tell Armando
he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more
intimate. And never one to
hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack.
Armando turned out to
be a trip. I watched as he seduced
a college jock. He stroked the
athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang.
The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to
have.
That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness
dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I
used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV.
I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by
billowy clouds of steam. We were
alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over
on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack.
"I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his
voice betraying his anxiety.
I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube
but for the heavy moisture-laden air.
I wanted Blondie cognizant of
my Sick Seed
assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted
him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred.
He hollered at me to get off; but we
were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his
tirade. He made like he was gonna
fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a
turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations.
He pushed back on my Viral Stick,
moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the
principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming.
He needed guys like me to stay in business.
I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could,
in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling
sensation I'd ever known—to
foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills.
The heavy glass door scraped and
groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my
demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness
just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s
Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt.
The Puerto
Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced
as if confronting his worst enemy.
"Mr. Counselor!
" I admonished the social worker, as Armando
redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you
this, but all my friends are POZ."