I am well aware of the risks that go along with promiscuity. But having already dented the car, I'll continue to drive it for as long as I can. I will not make excuses for promiscuity but I have to admit that were I not so promiscuous in these risky, treacherous times, I would never have experienced the wide range of fuckstyles found among the bounty of poz tops now traveling the world spreading their toxic seed. Being a San Franciscan who gets out and around, I have enjoyed match-ups with many of the visitors passing through. I have been fucked at midnight by a poz CEO in his suite at the Hilton. I have been fucked by a poz St. Louis businessman in his suite at the Nikko...he was in full leather gear but because of his professional reputation, he wouldn't risk being seen at Kok or Truck, so I went to him. I raced to the Parc 55 to get laid by a poz businessman whose window of opportunity was an hour while his partner shopped in the mall across the street. And I haven't been all that discriminating: I've hooked up at Beck's many times, ditto the Travelodge on Market St, and guys who have rented short term places on Nob Hill, in the Castro and Pacific Heights. All bareback, all fucking, all HIV infected. I've been fucked all over town and I'm glad for the experience of meeting new meat, as you never know who it will be or how it will turn out. Such is the thrill of promiscuity and discovery.
How else would I have known that the post preppy in the rugby shirt would be such a pig with a distinct style of pounding it home? The fact that he was poz was enough of a turn-on for me: with his styled hair and smile, he looked like he could be selling stocks, insurance or fine jewelry, but I knew that underneath the J. Crew khakis was a dick loaded with nasty, deadly stuff and I had to have it. Usually when I find a guy who's 'too' well-groomed, it's not sexy for me but in this case, I liked the incongruity of his appearance and his being HIV-positive. The media would like us to believe that poz men are the walking dead, depressed characters marking time before checking out to the Big Nowhere.
This dude is from Houston, and I thought about him after rhapsodizing about the great porn turned out by the Texas-based operation, RawOreo. But this Texas fucker had a style that hasn't been much depicted by RawOreo or any other studio, for that matter: he liked to do it sidesaddle. After the customary sucking around, he put me on my side, made sure my legs stayed together, and shoved in his average to better than average dick straight into my ass. And I got a really nice drillin' with that rock hard prod hitting my buttwalls at various angles, 'places I never knew existed'...okay, I borrowed that line from 90's porn...who said that? Kurt somebody. But it is so true. Sidesaddle fucking requires a stiff dick, and probably a big dick, although Houston wasn't huge or holy shit. But he never slipped out...not once, never. It was a good, solid, relentless fuck so vivid I'm able to recall it now a couple months later. And I haven't been fucked like that since. Now that I think about it, maybe cute Latino hot-bottom-of-the moment Joey Rodriguez is the only guy I've seen sidefucked lately, and handling it very well, too...but more about him some other time since he deserves a posting of his own.
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