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Sex between David and Omer had always been good, but had been fraught with terse and tense questions early on in their courtship. Five seconds before David was about to insert his cock into Omer’s butt for the very first time Omer asked David what his status was.

“I’m undetectable,” David replied almost blithely. “Oh, okay,” was Omer’s accepting, if not exactly enthusiastic, reply.
They fucked, it was good, but Omer didn’t stay over that first time.
The next day there was no contact or follow-up, but that evening David noticed Omer was on MSN Messenger.
“You have a problem with my status, don’t you?” he typed to Omer.
“Well...” came the somewhat delayed response, “a bit.” David was incensed. Not another guy who was going to reject him just because he was HIV+, he thought.
“You know, I have more chance of getting passive smoking from you through your cigarettes than you do of catching anything from me,” he reeled off.
“Okay,” was Omer’s brisk response.
“Look, if it’s too much of an issue for you, then I understand. I think it’s sad because you’re a nice, sexy guy and I liked spending time with you yesterday,” David tapped away on the keyboard.
“Me too,” was Omer’s reply. “So what’s the issue?”
“It’s me,” Omer wrote. “It’s not you. It’s my issue with it. Because of my ex.”
“What does you ex have to do with us having sex?” David questioned.
“Because he was also HIV+ and we had bareback sex and there is so much I did...” he didn’t continue or explain and just trailed off.
“Okay,” David was getting annoyed. “If you’re interested in catching up again, just let me know, otherwise enjoy the rest of your stay in Australia.”
And with that David clicked off the Messenger box with Omer.
“Why don’t you come round and we can talk about it?” Omer offered, re-clicking on the box.
“Now?” David replied wearily, since it was around 10pm and a school night at that. “Yes,” Omer wrote concisely. “I’ll be there in ten!” David typed back, just as briefly.

He jumped in the shower, put on a black tanktop he knew always worked for him and which accentuated the St Tropez spray tan he now got done on a weekly, albeit discount if you bought in bulk, basis. Omer was staying just a few streets away from David in a relatively dodgy early 70s white brick apartment block near Bondi Beach. It was well past its use by date and probably only fit for rats, cockroaches and Scandinavian backpackers to reside in.

As soon as David arrived, Omer grabbed him at the door and they fell on each other. With the aid of a condom and plenty of lube, they had very intense, very passionate, very raunchy sex that mainly involved Omer’s willing, rosebud-centred butt getting the living daylights fucked out of it by David’s attractive, uncut cock.

From that point on the HIV+ thing didn’t seem to be an issue anymore. David even gave Omer a government-funded handbook on sero-discordant gay relationships – poz-neg for want of a more pleasant term – so Omer could read up on how it was possible to have safe sex with someone who was positive.

This exclusive excerpt is taken from Marc Andrews’ debut novel, Revelations: 2 Weeks in Tel Aviv, and reprinted with his permission.  

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