Stalked By a Guy With AIDS

[Toon]

1998

I've been a practical, plan-ahead, cautious guy. Maybe it's because I grew up in a chaotic household or whatever, but I always knew I wanted to be a responsible adult some day... and now I was. I had a good job, a little house with a sensible mortgage, and I lived life without much drama. It was a quiet, sensible existence, although somewhat lonely at times. I was gay, but I didn't have any gay friends. i didn't go to bars and never drank alcohol. I'd seen enough of drunken stupidity as a kid. I liked my co-workers and I liked my boss. Everything was fine....until it wasn't.

What was the first sign? I'm not sure. I remember finding a cigarette butt in my driveway, but I'd guessed it was from the mail guy or maybe it just blew in with other trash I'd sometimes find in my yard. I didn't think more about it. And then I started getting strange phone calls - on both my cell and land line. If I answered, the other party would hang up. If I didn't answer, my voicemail would fill up with cryptic messages:

"You in?"

"Wash your car."

"I can see you."

Called ID was no help because all the numbers were different and none of them could be called back. I just turned off voicemail on both phones. Nobody needed to reach me anyway. I was isolated. I couldn't not answer or turn off the voicemail at work however. Nothing weird ever happened there. Impossible. But one afternoon, I got back from getting coffee to find three voicemail messages that were from the same person. It was a man with a deep voice. All of it was the same nonsense Id heard before. None of them were sinister, but they were definitely creepy. How did this person know all of my phone numbers? I started getting paranoid. I even changed all the numbers, but after a few more days, the calls would resume.

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Why? What was the point? If the purpose was to make me scared, it worked. I lowered my blinds and made sure my door was locked. I thought about getting a German Shepherd, but that would mean walking him and putting myself out in the open. I called a couple of home alarm companies, but the cost was ridiculous. I just stayed home behind a locked door and closed windows while the phones kept ringing. And then I got an email:

"Tired yet? You can make this stop by leaving your bedroom window unlocked. You ass is my goal. Give that up and things will go back to normal"

What the fuck?? I couldn't reply to the email of course. It didn't exist. I changed all my passwords immediately. I didn't use the computer much these days except for work stuff and maybe some casino games, but there was a time I used to go to gay chat rooms and look at porn and stuff like that. Not anymore. Nope. That's probably where this guy got all my information. I should be okay now. I had taken every precaution possible. I set up a firewall and basked in the warmth of those flames. I sat in my little "office" in the back room and played solitaire. Nothing happened for a week. 

My phone rang at work one morning:

"Hello?"

"One is the loneliest number.."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. When are you going to let me cum inside your ass?"

"Not interested. Call someone else. LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

I didn't realize how loud I was until other people in my office dropped by to ask if I was okay.

So I stayed home alone and played solitaire over and over. My IM dinged:

"Is this all you do now? Lose card games hour after hour?"

Something broke in me. 

"What do you want from me? Who are you?"

"I told you what I want. Let down your guard and let me in. I will leave you alone after I fuck your ass raw. Deal?"

Weirdly, I was suddenly aroused. I had a helpless boner that just would not go away. It was storming outside. 

"Fine. You win. I surrender. When?"

"Not now. The weather is bad and I'm drenched. Plus you need to shave."

And then he disappeared from the screen. 

OK. The stalker had won. I was going to give in and let whatever happen. I hardly slept at all that night. It thundered and rained for hours. He said he was drenched. Was he looking through a window at me? All the blinds were closed, but maybe there was a peeking spot. I went outside the next morning and looked around. I saw more cigarette butts and some huge footprints in the mud. It had rained since our chat. Maybe he had hung around afterward. I called in sick to work. My phone rang shortly afterwards. I answered.

"Don't waste any more sick time. You're going to be needing it soon enough. Take a shower, shave and leave your house unlocked. See you after dark."

It was early. I tried to take a nap, but I kept having flashes of dreams of this mystery man. He's won alight -- he was inside my head now. I showered, shaved and groomed. I made the bed and sprinkled sage oil around the room. It was barely even dusk now and I was already coming out of my skin with anxiety. I dressed really quickly and drove down to the corner liquor store. I needed to relax. The store was small, but so crowded with bottles of everything that I had no idea what to buy. The old lady at the register asked if I needed help and I stood there, looking stupid.

"Y-yeah...what do you recommend?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean...if you needed a drink right now because you were stressed, what would you have?"

"I figured you needed to sleep. You're wearing pajama bottoms."

Oh shit. I was. My mind was so occupied that I'd put on pajama pants instead of jeans. Did I remember a wallet? No. 

"I'm so sorry to bother you. I left my money at home. I'll come back."

"No problem. You've got an open account already. Some tall gentleman just came in here, described you and said he'd pay for whatever you wanted. Friend of yours?"

"Yes." The guy was always a step ahead of me, and I'd rather have someone like that as a friend than an enemy. 

"Well, I'd suggest some Grey Goose vodka. It's smooth as hell and always puts me in a good mood. It's expensive, but you're not paying -- get the big bottle."

And I did. By the time I got back home it was dark. I was shaking as I went in my unlocked door. I somehow managed to pour a short glass of vodka. Are you supposed to ice to it? Water? Coke? I drank it straight. It burned my insides,but in a good way.  It was officially night. I took one more drink and headed for bed. I left all the lights off. Inside my bedroom, I flipped on a lava lamp in the corner. I didn't want complete blackness. Not yet. I took off my t-shirt and sandals and lied back in bed. Every little noise set my nerves on edge, but I guess the vodka was kicking in because I started to finally doze for a a bit. It was raining hard again. The great thing about lava lamps is that the light is never the same. It swirls and tumbles slowly as you watch. Another storm was moving through. 

I slept hard before a really huge clap of thunder woke me up. What time was it? I looked around for my digital clock and saw him standing there. 

"There might be a tornado coming. Prepared for the worst?"

I was confused and alarmed. The stalker man was standing a few feet away from me wearing a black plastic raincoat with his bare legs and bare feet showing. He was 6'7" at least, but I couldn't see his face because he had the hood on and was facing away from the meager light. 

"Nice lava lamp. It smells different in here.... like oranges. Did you do that for me?"

"You've been in here before?"

"Many times. It usually smells like fabric softener and you. I know your smell by heart."

Seriously? I needed to wake up a little.  

"Here", he said, handing me a full glass of vodka. "Have an eye-opener."

I gulped it like a pro. 

"Very nice. I used the nice glasses your grandma left you. Need a refill? I brought the bottle."

"I want to see you."

"You will. Have another shot first. Have two. I've already had my share of it."

I drank as much as I thought I could stand, wiped my mouth, and sat up. Whoa. Head rush!

"No more until I see you", I said impatiently 

He just kept standing there before finally parting the bottom of his raincoat, revealing a huge erect penis that was pointing right at me. I was breathless. He was naked underneath that rain gear. 

"Lie back down. All will be revealed, kid."

I did. There was a crinkling of plastic and then silence. Suddenly he was on top of me. In the weak light, I could see his head was shaved bald. He had a big, handsome face that was a little shrunken somehow. He didn't look evil, but he didn't look normal either.

"You won. You said you wanted my ass. Take it."

"I won, but so did you....sort of. Lie still." He shoved a long finger in my butt. It wasn't comfortable, but not painful either. Then it was two fingers. Ow.

"Relax. Think of my dick. I know you liked it when you saw it." Yeah. I did.

He tried three fingers, but it wouldn't work. "You're almost there. Push your hole out a little."

I tried. I really did. And then he held a small bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. It smelled like the stuff I used to clean my laptop screen. It made me dizzy and a little sick, but the three fingers were deep inside of me somehow. I liked it. I never even thought of that part of my body before and now it was being treated to this wonderful sensation. Damn. 

"Good. Good. Now I need you to make me feel good. I'm gonna sit on your face so you can eat my ass. He was suddenly planted there right on my head. His ass was nice and hard and skinny. I thought by "eat" he meant "lick" and so that's what I did. I wore my tongue out working on his anus. He kept telling me how good I was. I thought I might shoot my load right then, but he pulled away. I thought that's all he had in mind until his dick entered my mouth from on top.  Hell, he invaded my mouth and throat before I could even understand what was happening. His tender, skinny thighs were squeezing my head from both sides.

"Earn this dick!"

I swallowed and gagged and felt close to vomiting, but every time I felt overwhelmed by penis, he'd back off a little. It was like he was reading me. I kept sucking him and noting new flavors. 

"You have to stop now. I'm not wasting a load down your throat."

He let me have more sips of vodka and more sniffs of the cleaning fluid. I noticed how good I was feeling as he spread my legs apart. He put his dick up against my hole and teased me a little. He moved in and plowed directly into me. No rubber or anything. I guess the fingers and booze and that sniffing stuff had worked because I was fine. It pinched a little, but I loved having that glorious dick inside of me.  

"I'm so close to coming. I'll try to...I...Ohhh. Hold on!"

He started bucking and thrusting. "Shit. It's too late. I'm giving you your prize now!!"

He came and my dick spontaneously shot a wad that landed on his stomach. 

And then we stayed in position for a long time.  He rolled off and lied next to me. We watched the purplish-pink lights from the lava lamp play on the ceiling. 

"Lava lamps are cool because they're always changing. Like you. Whether you feel it or not, your body is changing right now. I changed you forever. Are you aware of that?"

"Yes."

"No, I mean I just.."

"Yes."

"Ah. Smart. You've always been smart. I knew that about you."

"How? I mean, how did you keep track of me and see me no matter what I did? How?"

"You know. You just don't know you know."

"How do you move?" Strange question, considering everything...but it seemed like the right thing to ask.

"Like dust motes. Ever been staring into a ray of light through a window and seen dust floating in the air...and then they move quickly in one direction and you don't know how or why? That's me and that's how I move."

Oh.  I thought about the army of viral invaders in my bloodstream right now. It wasn't like I had a choice. 

We slept. His long, narrow feet stuck out over the end of the bed. Maybe that's why he was gone in the morning. 

I kept leaving all the doors unlocked and sleeping with my lava lamp on. Sometimes he visited again. Then I got the flu really bad and he was over constantly. He took care of me until I recovered. 

"Keep looking at the lights. I changed you, but you can change yourself as well. I'll be back."

Beautiful, soft colors at night. I knew he would be there whenever I needed him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Bicycledude]

So hot, as usual ?

[useme21]

Terror story... But I would like have one or more stalker guys

[bjbottom]

One hot story!

[EricX]

You are a talented writer

[losolent]

Hot.