Malicon Posted May 23 Report Posted May 23 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. 13 1 6 1
Malicon Posted May 23 Author Report Posted May 23 (this is a work of fiction describing my personal fantasy how it might happen in a few chapters) 2
Malicon Posted Saturday at 12:46 PM Author Report Posted Saturday at 12:46 PM 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 Florian. Small talk — the weather, his trip. Then he starts playing with my feet under the table. He pats the empty seat beside him. "Henning, 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, Henning." 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. 15 2 1
DutchGuy1977 Posted Saturday at 03:15 PM Report Posted Saturday at 03:15 PM Yes 💪 keep writing. Nice story 👌 1
RobertBottomSlut Posted Saturday at 03:41 PM Report Posted Saturday at 03:41 PM Has my cock at attention. 1
Pappy Posted Saturday at 10:59 PM Report Posted Saturday at 10:59 PM Nice Start, please more. I have a similar mind set, play out the fantasy almost reality! 1
Movietheaterslut2 Posted Sunday at 01:04 AM Report Posted Sunday at 01:04 AM Very well written. Looking forward to more!! 1
Tanbbottom Posted Sunday at 12:04 PM Report Posted Sunday at 12:04 PM Great writing! Waiting expectantly for more ...
Malicon Posted Sunday at 03:11 PM Author Report Posted Sunday at 03:11 PM Chapter 2 In Florian's hotel room. Just the beginning. We're sitting with a glass of champagne. My test’s running. Both still dressed, but already just in socks. My test comes back negative. Second glass. The champagne kicks in. I start playing footsie with Florian. He touches my thighs. Strokes a little. I get up, go over. Sit on his lap. He grabs me. Asks: “You feel it?” Me: “Yeah. A bit. Should take off my pants. Feel it better.” I do it. Now I’m in my jock, sitting on him. Feel his bulge through his pants. He spreads my ass. His hard-on, still in his pants, presses into my crack. I get hornier. He says: “Close your eyes, my soon poz boy. Stand up for a second.” I stand. Hear fabric sliding. I know—his pants are off. He says: “Sit back down.” I sit. His bare cock against my ass. He holds me tight. Spreads my cheeks again. His dick slides into my crack. Already hard. Getting slick. Pre-cum. He: “You feel it, boy?” Me: “Yeah. I feel your poison cock. And your pre-cum on my neg hole.” I rock back and forth. My crack gets wet. Wet with pre-cum. Wet with his poz pre-cum. The champagne hits harder. I kiss him on the lips. He hesitates. Pulls me in. Kisses me. His tongue in my mouth. Passion. Lust. My neg hole’s slippery. Suddenly—his poz tip at my neg hole. Resting there. I move. His tip presses gently. Sharp sting. In. Just the head. More pre-cum. He says: “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, boy.” His tip coats my insides with his poz pre-cum. Heat. He pushes me away. Strips naked. Fast. 7 6
SlampaBay Posted Sunday at 07:11 PM Report Posted Sunday at 07:11 PM Story is so good at making me leaky
austin_submale Posted Tuesday at 03:14 PM Report Posted Tuesday at 03:14 PM Nice! Looking forward to more!
Malicon Posted Tuesday at 04:09 PM Author Report Posted Tuesday at 04:09 PM Chapter 3 Florian shows me his official poz test result. It becomes serious now. I see his poison cock. Hard. Upright. Dripping. He pulls me toward the bed. I lie on my back. Just wearing my jock. And long white socks. My legs slightly spread. He touches my thighs. I open up more. He’s above me. Florian kisses me again. Our tongues meet. I feel him lifting one leg, then the other. Resting them on his shoulders. I’m exposed. Defenseless. He’s in control. We kiss deeper. His tip again at my hole. This time pressing. Harder. Sting. In. Out. In. Out. In. Lust. He breaks the kiss. Looks at me. Asks: “Henning, do you want it?” Teasing my neg hole. “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, my poz boy. Well?” I push myself further onto his cock. Fucking good. I grab his ass. Pull him in. All the way. Shock. I try to push him out. He grins. He says: “You made your choice, soon poz Henning.” He gently takes my hands from his hips. Pins them above my head. I let it happen. I say: “Fuck me, Florian.” He fucks me. Long, slow strokes. Fuck, I’m so turned on. My pre-cum’s dripping. I feel it. I relax. He goes deeper. Pauses for a second each time. Each thrust feels deeper. I give in. His pace picks up. Still slow, but stronger. I look into his eyes. Lust. Desire. Anticipation. He: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed!” He laughs: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed deep inside me!” He gets rougher. Moans. Florian, serious: “What do you *want*, Henning!?” I close my eyes. Open them. Eye contact. Intense. “I want your poz cum!” He: “Scream it!” I scream: “I want to get pregnant from you! I want you to make me poz! Give me your HIV!” Three deep strokes. He looks deep into my eyes: “NOW!” I feel him shoot. His poison cock throbs. His seed fills me. With my legs, I keep him in. All the way. Deep. He shoots seven times. Then collapses on top of me. His cock resting inside me. My dick’s hard. But I can’t reach it. He’s still holding me down. 3 9
UnsureAboutThis Posted yesterday at 12:23 PM Report Posted yesterday at 12:23 PM Hot story. It definitely got me hard and dripping. Makes me want to take that step. 1
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