Discreet Businessman Becomes Nasty Poz Fucker in Late Night Hotel Hook-UP

When blogging, I do my best to respect the wishes of the guys I have sex with. If it's a famous person, like a pornstar, I'll go ahead and be upstanding, but if a guy has a lot of 'Ask Me's' in his profile, then I won't mention his screen name. He's got his reasons which are none of my business. I'm not being coy or playing games, it's just the way I see it. Last Monday night, a visitor to SF found me online at barebackrt...he was the only total top 'looking' and I was going to ping him myself but he beat me to it...the Hilton's about a 15 minute walk from my place...we exchanged a few messages, I gave him my cell phone number, we connected...and it turns out he was esconced in a rather large suite on the top floor of the Hilton Tower. He looks like one of the guys on 'Mad Men,' super-straight, conservative haircut, old school black framed glasses. He's built like a linebacker with an average-sized dick which was easy to get rock hard at 90 degrees. And he's HIV-positive, which is a matter I always clear up from the start, but it's not mentioned in his profile...it was one of his 'Ask Me's...which is why I asked.
I went down on him directly after shedding all my clothes (I look rather preppy myself, not my usual dressed down appearance) while he stripped his sport shirt and trousers, leaving his white tee. He keeps his glasses on, while he stands at the bed, and pulls my ass over to the edge. I get a nicely-paced, deliberate, measured fucking, and he knows how to use his dick, giving my throbbing buttlips a nice massage. He talks a little bit...not too much...just some phrases in a low voice, about a 'tight hole.' Well, my hole ain't tight...it's deep, hot and big. So I keep my mouth shut, he ain't complainin'. But he gets it...he doesn't plunge or plow, he really strokes. It's a hot fuck.
I've been pretty quiet...but he asks me about the load in my ass (I had slipped a cum cube up there before I left home), 'whose is it?' 'A hot Mexican's,' I said back (at least party true)...'oh yeah?' Then I let loose with some trash talk about wanting his poz cum up there, to mix it up with the poz cum of hot latinos who've been fuckin' me lately, and then, pop! pop! pop! He shoots his load into my ass. It was the poz references that got him off (join the club!) Despite his Chamber of Commerce front, this top turned out to be just another twisted type into cum-mixing, spreading and sharing the toxic seed, getting off on the whole idea. When I got home, I took a squat on the kitchen floor, pushed out his cum into my reservoir tank of seed...and it was a pretty good load, nice and clear, nasty and deadly. Thanks, man, nasty mr. businessman.