Warning: The following story is an erotic fantasy for adults containing explicit scenes of sex between men all adult and consenting. If this kind of thing offends you, or if you are under the age of majority in your country, then read no further! I emphasise that this story is a fantasy, and that the practices in it cannot be described in real life as safer sex. To be safe, dont do it without a condom! Although there is a hint of satire here, this story is not intended to be frivolous. I would be delighted if it all came true. It was originally written in the early 1990s, and there have been great advances in treatment for HIV/AIDS since then. However, remember that there is still no cure! Any real life advances in either treatment or population control will be much less dramatic. Constructive criticism is welcome. A LITTLE OF WHAT YOU FANCY by John Neal Beads of sweat stand out on Alex's muscular thighs as I take his long cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. His moaning grows more and more breathless as the stubble on my chin rasps against his legs and I gently run my fingers over the fine hairs on his balls. He's already cum once for me. I swallowed his load eagerly after rolling it around in my mouth and savouring the slightly acrid taste. As his hands caress the back of my head, I glimpse the deep golden colour of his thumbnail cuticle, proof (if proof were needed) that this is health food. Even two months ago when the first visual evidence was already in front of them, no-one believed such a reversal could happen. The Coming was in April 1994, and just recalling the image is still enough to send the Religious Right into paroxysms. A small, dark, striking man standing on the ramp of a flying saucer lecturing the world about its breeding habits. Looking somehow familiar, and later being revealed by a dig into the newspaper vaults as the exact image of the silent movie comedian, Charlie Chaplin, in his youth. Describing himself in an arrogant sort of tone as Torg, representative of the Bacchae, a super-advanced race who had travelled several light years to rescue the Earth from suicide. Telling the "religionists" (his word) that at the end of the twentieth century their condemnation of birth control as a sin was criminally wrong; that the laws of nature would not allow a planets population to continue increasing indefinitely; that homosexuality should be encouraged as a logical means of population control. Telling them worst of all from their point of view that the Bacchae were going to cure AIDS, and they would do it by encouraging promiscuous sex amongst homosexuals! As everybody knows now, the key to it all was AVIB or Antiviral Immune Booster. Far from being a simple antiviral drug, it was an antivirus, something hitherto unknown on Earth in this form. Like HIV, it bound to the body's DNA but, unlike any other virus, its effects were entirely benevolent. AVIB boosted and regulated the immune system so that all disease-producing viruses and bacteria in the body were rapidly eliminated. It could mutate and strengthen, again in an intelligent self-regulating manner. Exposure to different strains of the virus would enhance the effect so that the body's DNA could repair itself. Not only were ailments cured, the body of an older person would gradually come back its peak as if the person were in their early twenties again. Cunningly, the Bacchae had engineered the antivirus so that the person's life span was not greatly extended. Sudden deaths, strokes and heart attacks could still happen but until they did, the person would enjoy perfect health. AVIB was spread by bodily fluids just as AIDS so disastrously had been. Torgs agent was different because it had been engineered to cure the disease and keep the worlds population in check. To avoid an increase in pregnancies, it was designed for oral administration. It even contained a 'smart inhibitor' that would make any woman virtually sterile after her third child. People who were already sick or just enjoyed taking pills would be given a simple course of tablets and would recover within a few weeks. The simplest way for everyone else to get it was through oral sex and swallowing semen. "So, what Im telling you," said Torg "especially gay and bi men is go out and suck some dick. Its good for you!" The Bacchae had made it really easy: all carriers of the agent could be identified by the unmistakable gold nail - a vivid gold coloration underneath the nail of the left thumb. The more active strains of the agent present, the brighter the colour, so there was never any doubt about where to go for a healthy diet. So here I am, doing it (of course) for the good of my health. It's a brilliant way to work out! I'm 36 and until just recently, you only had to look at me naked to get a good idea of my age. But all the cum I've swallowed over the past few weeks is already building up my muscles and trimming my waistline. My image in the mirror tells me I can easily pass for 25. Wanting to make it as good as possible for Alex, I pull my lips back around the head of his dick and run my tongue around the rim. He moans again and I can feel from the swelling of his dick head that hes not far off coming. He hasnt got a particularly thick cock, but it's one of the longest I've seen (never mind sucked). I havent got a ruler but it must be ten inches. "Ohhh, John..." As I expected, its only a few more seconds before he groans, arches his back and starts to pump his load down my throat. Its thinner and there isnt quite as much of it this time, but I shouldnt be greedy. In any case, it tastes wonderful. He has quite an appetite for dick himself. Just a few seconds after hes got his breath back, he rolls over and starts tickling the head of my cock with his tongue. As he gets to work on me, I reflect on how badly his diagnosis had hit him. Just a couple of months ago he was looking pale, thin and old, but hes embraced the new remedy eagerly and is now glowing with health and looking even younger than his 26 years. Its amazing. Alex has no selfish motives. Hes already a more 'senior agent' than me. Hes sucking me purely for pleasure, and I dont know which of us enjoys it the most. I look down and watch as my engorged dick disappears into his throat. It's not quite as long as his but much thicker, and just now it's so hard that he has difficulty stretching his lips around it. I suppose there's an element of novelty in all this that may wear off with time, but these past few weeks, the mental aspects have been as important as the physical. The Bacchae have performed a miracle for us in turning sex back into a positive, life-enhancing experience. I admit I had a long period of paranoia in the 80s, when I almost gave up sex. Now, the freedom from tension, from the unbearable fear of each drop of semen is in itself a tremendous aphrodisiac. Even when I havent got a hard on Im just so fucking horny... Talking of horny, Im going to cum again for the fourth time today. Not so long ago, my balls would have been drained after the second shot. Alex's beautiful blue eyes are looking up at me. He can see how much I'm loving this, and he speeds up his sucking and drives me crazy by tickling just below my cum slit with his tongue. And then Im writhing in ecstasy and can take no more. My juice hits the back of Alexs throat and his own dick jumps to attention again as he swallows convulsively. A minute or two passes while we lie contentedly in each other's arms. "That was brilliant, Alex." "I know. I loved it too!"