My Way – A Fantasy

[Malicon]

Prologue

The first warm days of spring. Everything tingling. Hormones. Naughty thoughts.
A profile – his profile. Few words, but strong energy.
I message him. Just like that. “Hey hey.”

He replies fast. “What are you into? What's your status?”
I type back without thinking: “Tested negative for HIV. Not taking Prep. Raw. Mostly bottom. Risk turns me on.”

I’m hard instantly.

How will he respond? Will he even reply? I’m 45. He’s maybe 35.
“I’m poz, on meds. If that’s your thing, I’ll make sure you’re dripping with my HIV cum after. Real. Raw. No protection.”
I read it twice. Feel the pressure building. A fantasy wakes up.

We write more. Pictures: He looks attractive, normal build. A handsome, and a poz guy. Myself, average build, naked in the woods, bent over a tree trunk. Exposed. Words that hit.
No small talk, no games.
He says he’ll be in my city soon. Business trip. Wants to know if I’m truly in.
If I’ll show him I’m ready.
I nod – even though he can’t see it.

Mail after mail, the tension grows.
He writes: “If we lock this in, I want it real. I will stop my meds then. No halfway bullshit.”

I’m rock hard.
Finally. Someone who means it.

“I want to be your poz Dad, Boy. So you'll make a test. Just before I'm fucking you.”

One sentence. And my mind explodes. Pre dripping.

Nothing’s certain yet.
But the thought is there.
Deep.

Three weeks later. You're in town. You stopped your meds two weeks ago. I'm still off Prep. It becomes real. Today. 2 p.m.

[Malicon]

(this is a work of fiction describing my personal fantasy how it might happen in a few chapters)

[ar1171]

Damn so hot. Keep us informed! 🙏🤞☣️

[Malicon]

Chapter 1

We meet in the lobby of his hotel.
I’m turned on. And nervous.
I recognize him instantly.
He smiles — calm, confident.
There’s a subtle bulge in his pants.
His poisonous cock, his desire, visible.

We sit down in a quiet corner.
I take the armchair. He chooses the sofa.
We order water.
His name is Fabian.
Small talk — the weather, his trip.
Then he starts playing with my feet under the table.
He pats the empty seat beside him.
"Johannes, come over here."

I sit next to him.
Feel his warm hand on my thigh.
He leans in.
Fingers lift my chin.
A kiss — soft, but certain.
"Let’s go upstairs, Johannes."

In the elevator, we kiss again.
Deeper this time.
His hand slides to my ass.
He feels my jock-strap.
Mine moves to that bulge in his pants.
And yes — there’s something big waiting.

[DutchGuy1977]

Yes 💪 keep writing. Nice story 👌

[RobertBottomSlut]

Has my cock at attention.