iBLASTinside Posted May 16, 2014 Report Posted May 16, 2014 To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... “I’ve worked really hard to become undetectable,” he said. “I just can’t let anyone cum in my ass.” I’m sure he was working those t-cells at the gym. I’d already been fucking him for 15 minutes, my raw cock in his ass, when he suddenly dropped this new bombshell. Why the little fucker seemed surprised my status wasn’t disclosed on BarebackRT.com up until this point in our hook-up baffled me. We’d been chatting for more than two months and he’d aggressively pursued me, largely due to my blog. How he wanted my “creamy load” in his ass. Of course this was only chatter. He’d promised to treat me like a “king,” his exact words and promise to me. I’d found him attractive and tolerated the first couple of snubs to my preferences. He’d been riding my cock and with pretty good talent. I’d had better. He was just 26 and hadn’t learned how to milk a cock well. He also couldn’t sync up with my thrusts. But being that he was 5-foot-5-inches and 110 pounds, I had 10 more inches and 120 more pounds on him. That meant his ass was tight. I’d cum in him. His toned, Latino body certainly made me interested. I like the more exotic men, after all. The bombshell came when I asked him to turn over, as I was ready to breed. He’d already made it clear that he preferred riding my cock. But when I insisted, he got all “frightened” about taking my load. Mind you, I didn’t help matters. I have this tendency to say shit that’s not exactly nice. And he got me started. He’d already been on the track with some patently taboo topics that turned him on. We’d been asking each other questions, each more twisted than the next. “Do you have a mutated virus?” So I’m all in the “talk dirty” mode and I’m thinking we’re still in this when I just blurt out, “Yea man. Want my fucking strain?” “Is it resistant to…” and he names his HIV medication. Now I have no idea what medication he’s talking about. But there’s a distinct chilling effect going on. “Naw man,” I said. “It’s cool. Turn over.” “I don’t think I want to take your load,” he said. I explain it’s just talk, but he’s made a decision and me, with a leaky cock, is left with no place to put it. Now this little fucker should have tried to clarify where he stood on which and what he wanted up his ass long before I got up his ass. Within five minutes, I was out the hotel room door. I’d thought about turning his ass over and fucking him anyway, but he’d been the second man in two weeks to do this to me. I’d not quite gotten around to fucking the first… a blond guy who begged me to breed him when I arrived in town. I arrived in town. I sent him a text. And just before his designated arrival time, he sent a text to admit he’d never barebacked before and just couldn’t go through with it. Well fuck. I’ve just about had it with these blue-ballers. Maybe I should bottom. At least I know I’d deliver. More...
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