Poz Love Letter

[Toon]

2016

So I guess I'm one of those "smart" people who do dumb things. It drove my parents crazy when I was a kid. "You know better!", "Where was your head at??", etc. I made good grades and read at a college level ai the age of 11, but I still did stupid stuff all the time.

Well, I'm in my 30's now and my parents are gone. I still hear them lecturing me about being smart every time I fuck up. Which is often.  But maturity has given me a little perspective. I realize that no matter how I.Q. is, impulses and passion will always defeat thinking. 

I was on this website where you could meet guys for raw sex. No condoms. Guys with HIV. You could say that was pretty dumb to begin with, but I was so interested. Guys posted photo sets of themselves. Their dicks and gaping asses and such.  I liked one guys photos a lot. He had an enormous boner and had a shot from every angle. In one of them. you could almost see his face --- but not quite. You could however to see that his hands we huge. I left on a comment on one of his photo submissions that basically expressed my admiration for his giant boner and his big hands. There was a profile to go with the pics, but all I remember about it was that he was in Europe, HIV+ and in Europe somewhere and really into devil worship. Lots of guys on that site seemed to be into that stuff, and I wondered if it was worth exploring. I'm an atheist, so believing in the devil made no more sense than believing in god. 

The next day I got an email from him. He basically wanted to tell me how ugly and worthless I was -- but he'd consider giving me his "gift" if I did a few things for him. Firstly, I had to shave my pubes and send him a pic, One of me soft, one of my dick hard.  It didn't take long to shave my pubes because I'm honestly not the hairy.  And he also wanted me to write him a "love letter"...detailing all my perverted needs and my allegiance to the devil. I sent a shaved dick photo, but I could never get one whee I was hard because my phone isn't that great, and the second I got a boner I would come. Hard to hold any kind of camera when your whole body is shaking. So I went straight to the love letter. My words came from the lustful part of my heart -- it was dirty. He never responded. I guess that had to be expected. He was overseas somewhere and most likely just messing with my head. I was new to the site ans wondered if I sent it to the wrong place. So I sent it again, but it went openly public to the group. Shit! Everybody could read my sicko fantasies!

Well, Mr. Devil never got back to me, but plenty of local guys saw my message and contacted me.  My favorite was "KinkySir". He and I emailed back and forth several times. He was 50 and bearded and heavy. I even managed to take a hard on pic for him. He was poz and had a great desire for converting a neg guy. He asked me lots of intimate questions and I answered them all.

"You care that I'm 50?"

"No"

"I'm a smoker. Got a problem with that?"

"Not at all."

"I am almost 300 pounds. Can you handle that?"

"Yes. I saw your pictures. I am fully on board".

"If you want this poz dick, then unlock your door and wait. I'm about ten minutes away. Are you ready to die in ten short minutes?"

"See you soon. Sir".

"If this works out for me -- you can be my slave. Like that?"

"Yes", I said without thinking too much. 

"Be naked when I get there or I'll beat the hell out of you".

"Yes Sir. Drive carefully".

"That's cute".

(click)

I looked around me. I had very little except the basics. I wasn't big on decorating or stuff like that. I DID  have a nice TV, but my couch was kind of sad. I sprayed air freshener around a bit, and then took off everything except my underwear.

No knock or doorbell ring -- he just lumbered in. Jeez! 

He was like Bluto from the Popeye cartoons. So much bigness and so much black beard.

"You still got underwear on, slave. That will cost you".

I was punched with a fist. I fell to the floor and thought my face was broken. Not smart. I knew then and there what my parents meant about not using my head. 

"OK. I'll take them off for you. Stay where you are. You won't be a good slave. I already know that, but I can still give you what's in my balls. Dumb ass".

He fucked me with anger. I'd had a dick in me before --- but always with a condom. He was just so mad and aggressive. He pummeled me for almost 20 minutes before letting his poz juice shoot inside of my ass.  His big, sweaty body rest on top of me for a few minutes. We kissed for awhile and then he left. 

I wasn't what he wanted, but he wanted a love letter just for him and no one else. I sent one. For every three I sent, he'd come over and fuck me. I got very good at writing them...even when I got a terrible flu a few weeks later.