In mid-november, a hot young 22 year old boy sent me a message on BBRT. We started chatting online for several days, and I learned that he was eager to take his first poz load. I am never opposed to fucking a negative guy, but I always like to have a very thorough conversation first to make sure he is ready for what he is asking for. We had some great conversations, and were starting to get to know each other, making him even more attractive to me. He did not classify himself as a chaser, but indicated that he was comfortable knowing that the kind of sex he desires carries some risk, and that he was willing to accept that fate if and when it happens. After all, he wrote to me first on BBRT, and he even introduced me to “Breeding Zone” – I didn’t know about it before! We discussed harm reduction strategies, and the lower likelyhood of becoming poz from an undetectable guy. He sounded not only comfortable with this, but really excited to accept his first poz load. I felt comfortable with this, and indicated that if I came to see him, that I would not belabor the discussion any further, but that he could ALWAYS change his mind and say no at any point, but that if I didn’t hear him tell me to stop – he would be getting my load – multiple times. He invited me up to visit, which indicated this agreement. I abstained from jerking off for a couple of days before my visit to ensure a great premier poz load for him. That Saturday morning, I was on a flight to meet him.

As he has a roommate at home, I thought it would be great to have a better romantic setting for his first poz load, and so I booked a room at a nice gay bed and breakfast near where he lives. He met me at the airport; He was even more beautiful in person than in his pictures. We went for breakfast, did some touring around town, and then settled into our bed and breakfast, where we quickly got naked and made out for quite a long time without yet fucking. I kissed and licked his hot hard body from head to toe, and swallowed his enormous rock hard cock to the base until I gagged on it.. I knew that I would want him inside of me as much as he wanted me inside of him.

He had to work that evening (he was a waiter at a local gay restaurant), and so I drove with him to work and he let me borrow his car; I hung out for a while checking out the town and eventually went back to his restaurant a few hours later to meet him. Some of his coworkers saw me waiting, and picked on him for having a thing for “daddies!”

As we went back to our bed and breakfast, I was getting excited thinking about what would be inevitably happening. We started another incredibly long foreplay session of making out before getting to the moment that we were both waiting for. It was time to give him what he had been so eagerly desiring. I slowly slid my rock hard cock inside of him, and inch by inch it disappeared inside of his amazing hot young ass. After a long while of fucking him first slowly, then quicly, gently, and a little rough and in multiple positions, he soon took his first poz load from me. He then climed on top of me and proceeded to jerk off, shooting an enormous geyser across my chest, face, and even into my eyes. He apologized but I did not care in the least. It was as beautiful of a load as he was. I licked up as much of his sweet sperm as I possibly could, and then had to go wash out my now red eyes. As enjoyable as fucking was, curling up and sleeping together was also pretty awesome.

The next day, I was planning to leave, but just couldn’t. I asked the bed and breakfast owners if I could extend the room for another night! We spent some more time touring around town. During our drive, we got pulled over by the police! His inspection sticker had expired, and was also having muffler/exhaust problems that he was having a hard time coming up with the funds to fix. I felt bad that our riding around town caused him to get a ticket, and rememberd the struggles of being a young college student. On a spontaneous fluke, I drove into a muffler repair shop with him, and got his muffler and exhaust fixed for him. I told him that there was no expectation implied by this spontaneous gift, but that sometimes its just nice to do a random act of kindness to help someone out.

We returned to our guest house where we quickly got naked again and this time took turns fucking each other. He clearly indicated his continued desire for my cock as he climbed on top of me, lubed his own butt up, and willingly rode up and down on me. After I came in him again, I flipped him over and I jumped onto his enormous monster cock. It took as much effort to get it all the way in my ass as it took to get it all the way down my throat. But it was well worth the effort.

Somewhere in the middle of the night or early morning, I woke with a hard-on, lubed up, and pumed another load inside of him, and then did the same again in the morning before checking out of the guest house.

By the end of the short weekend, he had taken four loads from me – I took his inside of me, and also had been covered in his sperm several times. He brought me back to the airport on Monday afternoon where we kissed and parted – already thinking of the next time I might come back.

The next day when we talked, and I sensed his uncertainty about what we had done. He knew that I was undetectable and believed this reduced his chance of converting, but knew that it was not impossible and now had the reality of our actions staring him in the face. He asked me about PEP therapy, and I told what I knew about it, from my volunteering work at Project Inform and STOP Aids in San Francisco. He decided to go through with it. My heart went out to him for the struggle that he was experiencing. I felt that we did the best that we could to thoroughly discuss the issue before meeting, but I understand that these feelings can change when all is said and done. Neither of us was at fault for our mutual decision to fuck.

We continued to talk over the next couple of weeks. I tried to remind him to take his meds, and also told him that I’d be happy to see him again, and that we could discuss what level of risk he would be comfortable with: barebacking without taking loads, or even fucking with rubbers if he needed that. I joked with him a bit about “aborting” my sperm, but really I told him that I did not think less of him and completely respect him for his decision and doing what he needed to do.