Had a guy ("E") that i used to play with often before I knew my status. He was going through a divorce and we met on one of those telephone chat lines when he responded to an add my partner and I had put on for 3somes. I was first to fuck him and since I've never been a rubber wearer, I would always fuck bare and pull out. His cock was not large but it was very hard and eager for attention - i was always happy to deepthroat him and that drove him wild. I gave him the same attention that I would give a 9" stud and loved his cum-for some reason even more so knowing he had fathered 3 boys. I trained his delicious ass well - I would eat it and he'd be squirming and backing up to take me inside him.

After my partner and I split, "E" and I continued to see each other. My partner even vindictively phoned his wife to let her know what was going on between us. Regardless, "E" made it clear to me that he had fallen for me and was mine if i would have him after the divorce was final. After a 12 year relationship I really wasn't interested in being tied down and just wanted to be a single at the time.

I moved to another side of town and we continued to see each other but less frequently. He was working much more and I would hear from him about every 2-3 months when he was wanting some play (usually asking if he could stop by "to see me" on his way home from work an hour or two later). I never told him no, but I was playing the field and he knew it. When we did get together, we still had a great time and even took a couple of weekend trips together. This was really the only time in my life that I had ever "dated" different guys.

A few months later, I was diagnosed because of an infection. I told him and he still came by to spend time with me but obviously I was not up for play. Months later though, I was doing fine and he and I picked up where we left off - from my perspective we were friends with benefits. I now had a new group of playmates - all of them were poz and were fucking each other and swapping loads.

My next sexual encounter with "E" started much as it always had - before long my face buried in that plump hairy ass of his. But wait, I thought, I couldn't fuck him any longer he knows i'm poz! But he was squirming and began sliding face down to position himself under me, making it clear he needed my cock. I obliged - thinking i would fuck until it was time to cum and pull out. I loved his tight warm hole as always and he could tell from my breathing that I was reaching climax. I was always very good with judging when to pull out, but about 3" inches of my cock was still inside of him as I began to spill my (now toxic) seed - I pulled out as quickly as possible but there was definitely venom that had spilt into him. Neither of us said nothing, but i knew and could tell he knew.

I didn't intend to do it, but he put me at ease by rolling onto his back curled up next to me on the bed and we began kissing so deep that it was breath exchange. He began to jack his cock, cuddling with my arms around him and laying halfway across my lap with his hairy ass tucked against my softening cock. When he reached the point he was ready to cum, i quickly got my arm from under him bent over to drink his cum as he pumped. We kissed and cuddled some more as we drifted off.

We saw each other less and less frequently after that and we never spoke of it. I usually see and talk with him briefly at a local annual festival - he has a partner, is doing well and seems to be happy. I think that even after all these years if we had a discrete opportunity we'd be fucking.