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I met Carl through a personal in a gay publication. He was British, in his late 40's, stocky, and laid claim to a hefty 10 inches which loved to fuck ass.

We I got to his hotel, he stepped into the bathroom, and I walked to the dresser. I saw the bottle of AZT, so I knew he was POZ.

He came out of the bathroom naked, so I stripped too. He was every bit endowed as he’d advertised. I just hoped he liked to fuck as much, too.

We lay side by side on the bed. He had me lick and suck his balls, and kneel to rim his hole. I did so enthusiastically. He rolled me on my back, forced his cock down my throat, and face-fucked me till I gagged.

Pulling out of my mouth, he climbed atop me, dragging my legs to his shoulders. He forced his entire 10 inches up my ass. He plowed me hard and really slammed into me. It seemed he was going to fuck me to death.

He muttered something about cumming, and started to pull out, intending to shoot on my stomach. But, quick as a flash, I grabbed his shaft, and forced it back up my ass. When he realized what I was doing, he didn’t resist.

He let out a groan, and fell forward on me, driving his cock deep up my ass. Even though he was moaning and thrashing, I could still feel his venom splatter inside me. I was so turned on, I shot the biggest load of my life. It pelted his chest and rained down on my stomach.

I thanked him, kissed him goodbye, and sero-converted several weeks later.

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