Poz Play

[Toon]

1999

I was excited, conflicted and scared to death about buying my first house. My dad always told me that a house was a good investment, but I was having doubts. I depleted my bank accounts, spent hours on the phone and signed my name to countless documents. Apartment living had been so easy -- write a rent check once a month and you're done.

It was a small, cute house in very good shape, and I only knew about it from a guy I only sorta knew from work. Tony. He lived next door to the property and knew the owner was an old guy about ready to go into assisted living. He came by my office one morning and told me I should jump on it soon. I did. Once everything was finalized, I realized this would mean living next to Tony. He was okay, I guess. My age, not bad looking, friendly -- but talked all the time. He never shut up. I had lunch with him once and managed to finish my food before he'd even taken a bite. I guess I could handle that after living in apartment building where I had to listen to my neighbors' music and smell their cooking.

Only after moving in did I realize I didn't really have much furniture. I moved things all around that day, trying to make the place look like it had not just been robbed. I'd need lots of stuff eventually. I had just finished reassembling my entertainment center when the doorbell ring. My first ring in my new home. Of course it was Tony. I opened the door and saw him standing there with a bottle of gin. 

"Welcome Wagon! I brought you a house-warming present."

"Hi, Tony. Come on in."

"You look exhausted, man. Take a break."

"I don't even have the TV or stereo hooked up yet. And I don't have anything to mix gin with. Maybe we can do this another time."

"Nah. We'll just go sit out on the front porch and sip straight from the bottle. This is the good shit. Bombay."

One of the things the original owner left behind was an iron bench that set out on concrete porch. We settled there and watched the quiet street and passed the bottle. My mind was racing with all the things I had to get done in the next three days of vacation I'd taken from work. The thoughts got less immediate with each sip. 

"Cable's coming tomorrow. I need to be up early or else who knows when I'll have TV or the internet."

"I'm not going to keep you up too late, Ray. I don't have vacation tomorrow...unless you want me to."

What the fuck did he mean by that? I'd always wondered if Tony was gay, but never bothered finding out. He was always just a pest in my mind.

After the sun went down and the bottle emptied, I finally just asked him if he was gay.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Probably. I'm not sure."

"Not sure??? You're what? 26? Pick a side, dude."

Quiet. It was early summer and the crickets were singing up a storm in my new yard. 

He hugged me goodnight and went back to his place. 

The summer grew hotter and I was finally settled in. I was adjusting pretty well and loving the quiet nights. There was a big stray cat that I fed each morning, and of course Tony was a frequent visitor as well.

We arranged another 'drink on the porch night' and I sat listening to him blather on and on about nothing.

"So -- you got your internet hooked up, right?"

"Oh yeah, Why?"

"Just wondered. What kind of stuff do you look at on the computer?"

Nosy motherfucker.

"Just stuff."

"I look at a lot of porn and kinky stuff."

I could have guessed as much.

"Did you know there's a whole website catering to guys who want to have unsafe sex with other guys. Some of them WANT to get infected with AIDS and some who want to spread it?"

"God. Really?"

"Yeah. Check it out sometime. When we finally trade email addresses, I'll send you the link for the website.  You are going to give me your email, right?"

"Sure. Let me go get some paper and a pen."

Under the glow of the yellow bug light, we tore the paper in half and exchanged e-mail addresses.

Somewhere around the end of July I started noticing Tony's habits. He always just wore gray shorts, no shirt and was barefoot when he went to take out the trash or work in his yard. He even mowed the lawn barefoot...can you believe that? I expected he'd be toe-less by the end of the summer. Why in the world was I so intent on watching him? He wasn't exactly my type. But I loved looking at his almost naked body. 

One day I was straightening up my 'office' and found the slip of paper on which Tony had written the website of which he had spoken, so I took a minute to check it out. Everything was scary. I read some of the testimonials about sharing blood and semen unprotected. I was half-disgusted, and also fascinated. I kept reading, looking at pictures and watching videos. Is this what what my neighbor was into? I spent hours on that website. It started entering my dreams. The next time Tony came over to watch the baseball game, I told him I'd finally checked out his recommendation.

"Well? Hot, isn't it?"

I admitted it was.

"Do you fantasize about getting AIDS from a man? Or wait -- do you wish you had AIDS to give somebody like I wish I did?"

My instinct was to say nothing but I admitted that I fantasized about 'getting pozzed'.

"Cool! This is so perfect, Ray. We can pretend. You know, do some role-play."

"Hell no."

"Come on. This'll be good for both of us and we'll have the fun while still being safe."

With that he dropped his shorts and stood in my living room completely naked from the top of his head down to his dirty toes.

"N-NO. We can't. Your my neighbor and...just no."

He was, however, hardly so easily dissuaded, which was why he was already jerking his impressive penis as he urged "Come on, Ray, suck my poz cock, buddy."

What the hell. I knelt down and took it my mouth. Something had been broken inside of me because I wanted this moment so bad. I couldn't even take half of it, but I kept trying to get more. It was hard to breathe as it entered my throat. He was trembling and thrusting and finally came in my mouth. It was so surprising that I loved it.

"Yeah...drink up that poz seed. You're going to lick my ass next."

After I swallowed, he turned around and parted his cheeks. I darted forward and kissed his anus. I licked around and around and was on auto-pilot. 

"Good boy. I'll do this to you tomorrow when I fuck your virgin ass at last. Keep lapping it up."

And then it was over. I hadn't even realized that I'd cum at some point. My underwear was full of sticky cum.

He left. 

I tried nor to think of it too seriously. After all, what we did was only 'play'. 

The next evening, I got home just in time for the sky to open, unleashing a deluge of rain. There was some thunder and harsh winds, but no lightning. I got changed and went and sat on my bench, waiting for Tony. He pulled his little red car in my driveway. He ran up to me, took off his clothes and said,"It's a great storm! Let's go play!"

He apparently wanted to go run around in the heavy rain, so against my inclination I found myself peeling off all my clothes except for my jockey briefs and off we went, running though the downpour.  I guess it was an impromptu game of tag or something like that.  We got to the front of a foreclosed home's lawn when he finally tackled me from behind. I went down into the grass and he started mounting me while I was flat on my stomach. 

"STOP TONY!!! It hurts too much."

"I'm getting you all bloody so my death seed will get in you faster."

It was just play.

So I relaxed as best as I could. I thought it would go on and on, but he finished up. He dumped his fictional infected sperm right up my ass.  We were done for the night, but didn't stop playing the game. For weeks we fucked. My bed, his bed, the backyard.  Yeah, I knew it was weird, but I could not get enough of him...shooting his seed into my ass.  At one point, after several months of play sessions with Tony, we had to take a break as I came down with a nasty case of the flu.  Real bad.  Or maybe it was food poisoning.  Whatever it was, it was definitely to be remembered.  Tony kept coming over to check on me while I lay in bed.  He would feel my forehead and bring 7-up.

"The game is over, Ray."

"You're telling me? I don't feel like playing for a long time."

"No. The game was over before you ever joined. I've had HIV for three years. I tricked you and I'm really sorry, seeing you like this. I never got the fuck flu."

I couldn't believe it. I'd been having unsafe sex with an HIV+ man for months and thinking it was harmless. 

"I'll never be able to make it up to you, but I need you to know I did it for both of us. I love you."

I recovered just fine. He was fine. We were fine. We became a pair. Sometimes we even played like I was still negative. 

[einathens]

hot.

another winner, toon.

[Toon]

1 hour ago, einathens said:

hot.

another winner, toon.

Thanks, man!

[Leatherman667]

Great story. Thanks. 

[hrbigbelly]

Toon, what can I say; its a Great Story.

[Toon]

3 hours ago, hrbigbelly said:

Toon, what can I say; its a Great Story.

Thanks, man.

[Beefypervpigphx]

Your writing never ceases to amaze me

[Toon]

54 minutes ago, Beefypervpigphx said:

Your writing never ceases to amaze me

Thanks, man! You rock!

[useme21]

Simple story, great story... 

[Petereater]

Great short story... love stealthing☣️

[toolman1966]

great story!

 

[PozTalkAuthor]

Oh, such a shame this author doesn't log in here any longer; we have so much in common!

This is the kind of stories I like.

When two partners bond with each others, although I'd never pretend roleplaying for pozzing in real. 

Anyways I've done the opposite: saying to my ex I was pozzing him in real but I was faking

I just changed meds timetable and took them out of his sight.

Reverse stealthing my abuser has been the most intense experience I had, humiliating the man who used me for years. Could come out a fiction from this? 

Who knows, 2024 is still so long! 

[NeedBredAnyTakers]

2 hours ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

Oh, such a shame this author doesn't log in here any longer; we have so much in common!

This is the kind of stories I like.

When two partners bond with each others, although I'd never pretend roleplaying for pozzing in real. 

Anyways I've done the opposite: saying to my ex I was pozzing him in real but I was faking

I just changed meds timetable and took them out of his sight.

Reverse stealthing my abuser has been the most intense experience I had, humiliating the man who used me for years. Could come out a fiction from this? 

Who knows, 2024 is still so long! 

Why don’t you pick up the story? I’m sure you’d make it great

[PozTalkAuthor]

8 minutes ago, NeedBredAnyTakers said:

Why don’t you pick up the story? I’m sure you’d make it great

 

I must plan it, taking my experience and exaggerating it into fiction.

[austin_submale]

8 hours ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

Oh, such a shame this author doesn't log in here any longer; we have so much in common!

This is the kind of stories I like.

When two partners bond with each others, although I'd never pretend roleplaying for pozzing in real. 

Anyways I've done the opposite: saying to my ex I was pozzing him in real but I was faking

I just changed meds timetable and took them out of his sight.

Reverse stealthing my abuser has been the most intense experience I had, humiliating the man who used me for years. Could come out a fiction from this? 

Who knows, 2024 is still so long! 

I somehow missed this story first time around.  I'm glad it was brought back up,  It is unfortunate that the original author isn't active anymore.  I always wonder why people are on for several years then disappear.  I hope he is OK.