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His name was Joseph. He was from Spain. I met him in the Village several years ago when he was a student. We cruised each other and hit it off.

He was 24, 5'10", lean and fit. He bragged that he practiced martial arts, though I suspected that was mostly fantasy. Overall he looked kind of grungy--long, shaggy black hair; really gorgeous eyes; and an accent to die for.

Up until then I’d made it a rule not to engage in unsafe sex, because I was still dealing with being poz and all. I really liked him, but I didn't tell him I was poz, cause I wanted to have sex with him. He didn't ask, and I didn't tell.

We went back to his place and made out. God, did I throw a major boner! He was totally my type, smooth, well defined, and hung. We got down to some serious cocksucking. I ate his ass as he lay writhing on the bed, and he couldn’t hold back. Six or seven nasty volleys hit my face and chest. I lapped up his cum and licked it off my fingers. I took his cock in my mouth, and he managed several more squirts. He was one of those guys who could cum multiple times.

He reached to the night stand, grabbed a condom, and straddled me. He was so hot and tight. I uncapped the baby oil and lubed his butt. Before I knew it, he was riding me like a jockey. We switched positions, and I fucked him as he bent over the bed.

I slammed him hard, and he moaned in Spanish. All of a sudden, the friction was incredible. I shot gobs of cum up his ass. I pulled him tight against me. I jerked his shaft while I chewed his ear and twisted his nips. When he shot, I felt his ass do magic things to my dick head. I almost came again.

When I pulled out, I saw my naked cum-covered shaft with a ring of rubber at the base. The condom had broken while I was fucking him. I was embarrassed and scared. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to "clean up." I flushed the punctured condom down the toilet.

He said his ass was wet and leaky from the lube. I didn't say a thing. He kissed me, and said it was okay, that liked his ass sloppy. A portent of things to cum.

We showered and cleaned up and walked down to the corner to grab a sandwich. We spent the rest of day together, and he asked me to stay the night.

We fucked again. I was more careful about the condom, but it wasn't the same. We fucked for nearly an hour, and I made him cum twice. But I still wasn't near ejaculation.

He asked me what was wrong. I was hard as a stone, but my dick was all red from the condom. He pulled it off, poured lube into the palm of his hand and massaged it over my shaft. He straddled me again, and positioned his ass over my rod.

“Now you're going to fuck me without a condom.”

“No, wait. It's not safe”.

“It’s okay. I trust you. I don't have AIDS, and I know you don't.”

Maybe not, but I was POZ. I had to say something.

“Shhh!” He slid down on my ass. The sensation of my oiled dick gliding into his ass was incredible. I let out an impassioned moan. Soon he was riding me roughshod, slamming all the way down to my balls. The last of my resistance dissipated. I grabbed his hips and started screwing like a machine.

“I'm gonna shoot!”

“Breed me, baby. I want your seed.”

I shot a huge load of poison jizz up his ass. It was too sweet, too intense. We came down from that fucking high, and fell asleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night freaked out by what I’d done. I may have pozzed that beautiful man. I started to cry.

My cock was rock hard. I thought about our AIDS fuck again. My shaft jerked. So that was it. Fucking poz was erotic to me.

Joseph rolled over and woke up. I gasped when he grabbed my dick beneath the sheets. Without a word he pushed them back and mounted my pole. I fucked him 3 more times, each time more passionately than the last, each time shooting a poz load up his ass. It didn’t bother me, since I figured it was already too late. After all, hadn’t he practically begged for it?

I fucked him bareback for almost a year, two, three, four times a week. On a hundred occasions. Grinding my seed into him. I studied up on HIV, and let my nails grow. I fingerfucked him till he yelled. I guess he put up with me cause he loved dick so much.

We didn't really start to date, but got kind of intense, at least on my part. I eventually fell in love with him just as he was falling in love with somebody else. He dumped me in the worst possible way, like: “Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again.” No explanation. I found out from friends that he had taken a lover, also Spanish, and that they were incredibly serious and planning on moving to Spain.

A week before his departure, I called Joseph’s number. As I hoped, the boyfriend answered.

“I’m an old friend of Joseph.”

“Yes, Joseph’s mentioned you.”

“Not sure how to say this…. Did Joseph tell you he might be poz?”

“Poz? No! What makes you think…”

“I guess Joseph may not even be aware. You know Joseph and I had quite a relationship before he met you. For almost a year. I just found out I got AIDS. From what the doc says, I’ve probably had it for quite some time. Probably during the time Joseph and I were, well, fucking. I don’t know who else I could have got it from. I think you both ought to get tested.”

“You say you just found out?”

“Just got my tests back Friday.”

“I’ll definitely talk to Joseph about this.”

“Sorry.”

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