I had planned on writing a hot story about my encounter last week with a terrific Latino boy. His copper eyes, his smooth body, his massive uncut cock and his incredible tight ass.
He kisses like crazy and I bred him despite him asking me not to do so. I was pumping his ass so hard he was about to cum so I let him.
You see, he’s a top. Not usually a bottom.
I lifted his legs and took a whiff. No stank. So I went in for that darting lick — just beneath his balls and well above his pucker.
I came back with a mouth full of bitterness.
How anyone could have shit that far away from their asshole, especially knowing they were off to play baffled me. I decided he needed a kiss.
In the back of my head, I knew it was toxic.
Sunday, I felt weird. By Sunday night, I began with whole-body aches and pains. These usually mean an oncoming fever. As I get them, let me tell you, acetaminophen or ibuprofen make no dent in the relief. I went scouring through the house on Monday for anything stronger, finding a few left over pills from oral surgeries and others I’d kept for rainy days.
Man, it was raining Friday night.
Not raining outside but into my toilets. I knew exactly what this was. I’d had it twice before. Once when I was much younger but the last time I’d had it, I spent five days in the hospital. Shigella .
Shigella is not fun. I really do not recommend it at all. And if you wonder why I get fucking pissed off at bottoms who don’t clean their asses, this is the number-one-with-a-bullet reason why .
Tuesday morning, I was first thing in the doctor to get everything updated get the new stuff.
Thank God for an understanding Gay doctor who gave me what I needed.
I’m on the mend, missing a full week of work for a decent hook-up (not worth the pain and suffering I’ve gone through).If you liked this, you also might like one of these...