My Way – A Fantasy

[Malicon]

Chapter 4

I let go.
Short pause.
Cuddling.
Slowly it hits me: I’ve really been filled with poz cum.
I get hard again.
Right then—Florian moves his cock.
Back.
Forth.
It gets hard again.
Still inside.
In. Out.
Poz cum—our lube.
Florian rubs it in.
Now he’s fucking me again.
Hard.
Raw.
He whispers in my ear: “Round two, Henning... Second load, my soon poz Henning.”
Lust.
And I feel calm.
The first step is done.
I open up more.
When he cums the second time, I hold him.
He’s deep in me.
So is his cum. Toxic poz cum.
Deep in my hole.
Still negative? Don’t know. Not yet.
But I’m open.
Florian pulls out—slow.
So the poz loads stay in.
I smile.
Florian: “Come on, my poz boy Henning. Let’s grab some food.”

At dinner—almost normal.
Weather. News.
Florian then discloses, how he learned that he's poz at the clinic four years ago.
The doctor called him in. "Florian..., I have to tell you that I don't have good news."
She looked seriously at him and noticed Florian's excitement.
"I have to tell you, you're HIV positive."
Now she noticed a growing bulge in his pants, further nervous excitement, his horniness. Starts smiling.
"This reaction is uncommon but occasionally..."
Florian asks where the next toilet is, the doctor tells him: "Directly opposite of this office, but"—assuming what he intends to do—"you maybe use the toilet in the basement." I found this story so exhilarating, that I immediately got an almost painful hard-on.
Under the table, our feet keep touching.
His hand on my thigh.
On my bulge.
My hand on his poison cock.
He: “What would you do, if you're poz?”
Me: “Fuck. Without thinking. Just fuck. Maybe top too. Always raw, Poz Daddy.”
He: “Presumably you're already poz, Henning. Filthy poz boy, you're hot, poz Henning. But let's make sure, you convert today.”

Edited May 30 by Malicon

[Menbendovr]

So damn hot!

[Malicon]

Chapter 5

Back at the room. Round three’s coming.
Excitement. Heat.
He kisses me.
“Poz Dad.”
“Poz Boy.”
He pulls off my shirt.
I take off his pants.
I suck him.
Taste him.
Some of that last poz load still on him.
Hot.
I strip completely this time.
Naked.
No jock.
No socks.
No bracelet.
He pushes me onto the mattress.
I lie on my back.
He slides in easily.
“Poz Boy.”
“Poz Dad, give it to me again.”
Eye contact.
He fucks.
Slow. Deep.
My hole’s open.
His boy—me—is wide open.
Florian fucks longer this time.
Deep strokes. Slow strokes.
Intense skin contact. Kissing.
He suddenly drives his cock powerful into my pozzed asshole.
Four times. Really hard fucking now. I'm screaming.
Florian cums.
Proud.
One more time.
His poz cum in my hole.
He: “You’re a poz cumdump now. You’re mine, poz boy.”
Me: “Yes, Dad. From now on, I’m your cumdump. Do it. Make it real. Forever.”
He: “From now on, you're everybody's poz cumdump.”
Me: “Yes. Finally.”
I stroke myself.
He watches.
He: “I want your last neg load.”
He takes me in his mouth.
I can't hold it anymore.
I cum.
It won’t stop.
Spent.
We lie on top of each other.

Later I get up.
Go shower.
He follows.
Warm water.
Sweat runs off.
His cock at my crack again.
My now—hopefully—toxic cock gets hard.
He slides back in.
Massages it all in.
He lathers me up.
Massages my dick.
He rinses me off in the shower.
I'm in his mouth again.
I cum again.
He swallows.
He leaves the shower, grins.
He’s looking for something in a bag.
Comes back.
Florian:"Now, take your shower, Henning. I leave this toothbrush here for you. You know what to do with it."
Just before closing the door, Florian smirking: "And only come out when it turned red."

Already poz?
Who knows...