Me: “So when will you get the results of the confirmatory tests?”
Him: “End of the month.”
Me: “How are you now?”
He told me that the reality has sunk in with his boyfriend, and now it seems that his HIV status is stressing out his partner more than they expected. “He’s more preoccupied, and a bit stand-offish than usual. I understand that he’s coping, but it’s stressing me out, too. I don’t think I’ll be getting any action from him any time soon.”
Me: “Why do you say that?”
Him: “He’s not saying it outright, but he seems fully bothered by the news.”
Which seemed like my cue to offer my services as a sex therapist—sex as therapy.
Me: “Wanna meet this weekend?”
* * * * *
Him: “I’m nervous and excited for later.”
We met up again, and because I wanted to respect their space, I decided to check us into a motel this time.
Once we were inside the room, we immediately lunged at each other.
He was hungry for physical contact; I was hungry for his man-child body (yes, he’s in his early 20s, and because he’s more sedentary than most, his figure looks the same as when he was still in college). He said he liked how I “took command” of his body. So I showed him who his daddy is.
I went down on him. I licked not just his stiff shaft but also his balls and all around them. Then when my tongue touched the edge of his hole, he let out a moan so loud, I had to stop and shush him. But he couldn’t help himself moan again when I played with his nipples with my mouth and tongue. And the moans got even louder when I licked the undersides of his feet and sucked his big toe. This time I decided not to shush him.
When I spread his legs apart and asked him, “Want me inside?” he almost begged, “Yes, please, please fuck me.”
I pounded his hole as I mashed his breasts and squeezed his nipples. Then I leaned over to french-kiss him and to mask his moans.
I felt myself peaking. “Oh god I’m cumming, I’m cumming…!”
He said, “Shoot it, shoot it!” And he started jacking off frantically to match my thrusts.
I shot my load, and as I let out an ecstatic “Aaaaaaahhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhh!” he said, “Don’t take it out! I wanna cum with you inside me!” And he furiously pounded his cock. I stayed inside him, thrusting my pelvis to and fro so he can feel me inside while he jacked off. “Aaaaaaaahhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhh! I’m cumming, Joel!” And white, hot, sticky cum spewed forth and landed on his neck, his chest, his stomach.
* * * * *
After I dropped him off at his place, he sent me a message.
Him: “Thank you.”
Me: “For what?”
Him: “For everything. Honestly, this is helping me cope with my BF being stressed and all.”
Me: “Well, I’m glad to be of help in this way. And really, helping someone by having sex with him isn’t a task but a treat, hahaha!”
Him: “It was one of the most fun moments of sex I’ve had in a while.”
Me: “Next time I’ll bring mascots and we’ll have them dance.”
He’s already made up his mind that the results of the confirmatory test will be positive. I wonder how his boyfriend will cope with that news in the following weeks. I offered to talk to his BF and introduce him to my poz friends with non-poz partners (to form some sort of support system), but he nixed the idea.
I hope they get through this together.
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