THE PARTY IS OVER – ANAS’ SWAN SONG

As the eighties came to an end so did the gay party and Anas’ life.

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Also, please note that the model depicted in this post is not Anas although he has an uncanny resemblance. The model here is Spanish Hunk Sergi Constant,

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By Kevin McLean

Anas was one of these people that nature or the Creator sprinkled with looks, luck and talent; he had an abundance of all three. 

I met Anastasio when I was already in my last year of my internship and the AIDS epidemic was reaching devastating proportions. By then I had long desisted in unsafe sex but there remain a great number of gay guys who didn’t use protection. 

It was the lowest moment in the life of gay Americans…it was a plague, a virulent epidemic thought to be the exclusive gift of God to gay men. There were the usual fucking Evangelicals who didn’t waste the opportunity to stigmatize gay people and the likes of Pat Robertson and others would say things like “it is a punishment sent by God to the gays for their sinful abomination”

It was clear that when Rock Hudson died the party for all of us was over; I believe that was the turning point of the HIV undeclared epidemic. Up until that point, it was only gays and drug users who contracted the HIV virus that would eventually become full blown AIDS. But the death of Rock Hudson brought the conversation to the general public because the President of the United States, Ronald Reagan was unwilling to even mention the illness, let alone do something about it. 

A 40 foot ad featuring Anas in his underwear was strategically placed above Times Square at a time when even bare chests were not displayed. America was maturing and abandoning some of her prudish ways and this must have been Anas’ pinnacle in his modeling career.

Anas was the perfect top, and all indications were that he wasn’t going to play bottom for anybody, not with the monster sized cock he was endowed with. But Anas also was versatile…not when he was with me but when he went to the baths or some seedy, sleazy bar. There, he would have unprotected sex with dozens of men and one of his favorite things was to have them deposit their ejaculation in his ass.

We started to date…as awkward as it was because it seemed that Anas would have some photo shoot every other week out of town. In any case, he was raking in the money as he was in demand. Because Anas has such a well developed body, unlike those effeminate, anorexic Milan models he was able to land all the “beefy” ads.

Anas expressed his unconditional love for me and even made a verbal commitment to remain faithful and started to hint that he wanted a lasting, committed relationship with me. I was just thrilled because not only was Anas very good in bed, but it was pure eye candy within arm’s reach. To wake up in the morning and look at that beautiful face, that gorgeous body and that morning woody that he liked to have in my ass as he was waking up. 

 Anas almost always had a five or six day growth of beard…black and thick and his abdominals were the most perfect I have yet to see…he spent endless hours at the gym and also at home…it would not be unusual for him to do 600 sit ups and 400 crunches before breakfast. Then he would run after supper for a good half hour. 

I would back my ass to his cock if he was lying on his side or if he was sleeping on his back and the tent was up – an impressive 10 inch cock would be the tent’s post, I would pull off the bed sheet and sit on his monster cock and ride it. 

Anas: “Oh, Kevin, I just love to wake up and have my cock inside of you…you really know how to make me start the day just right” those words are still ringing in my ears as was his vociferous orgasm: “oh, fuck, ah, shit, Kevin, you are milking my cock and I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna feel your hole with my seed, ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck yeah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaah”

At first I insisted in using protection but then we became more relaxed and I started to trust Anas. The first time we didn’t use a condom I was a bit worried and even waited a couple of weeks to get tested. I insisted in both of us getting tested and Anas agreed. 

Three or four days later the news from the test came and it was like the bomb at Hiroshima: Anas had tested positive – I did not. In those days, a positive test result was the same as a death sentence. Anas embarked on a self pity, feel sorry for me mode and he couldn’t even get out of bed some days. He started missing some of his photo shoots and it wasn’t long before he was no longer in demand. 

Anas began to lose weight and deep burrows appeared on each side of his face like capital parenthesis on a sentence…a death sentence. His propensity to catch colds put him on an almost constant bedridden mode. I was supporting him then and the bills kept coming in. Anas had maxed out all his credit cards since he was making so much money he thought nothing of charging everything…all of that until he stopped working and then the phone calls and past due letters began. 

To say that Anas went into a serious state of depression is an understatement…I think he was justified as he was sensing an impending end to his life. And the end came exactly six months after the day he tested positive. Anas passed away at the very hospital I worked in a drug induced coma and weighing 95 pounds.

The terrible loss for me, the horrible ending, the close call I had, not knowing if he had given me the gift, was enough to make me doubly careful and never have unprotected sex again.