Tailgunner

Kenny and I had been friends for years, since college. I had matured but he still loved to get high or drunk at parties while I liked to have a drink or beer or two and then drink soda and sample the hors-devours at parties. The problem as the years wore on was he'd end up so loaded he'd pass out. In the decade since finishing college and trade school we had gained weight, going from 190-200 to about 250 for me and 270 for him. We were both Tops and respected each other not to try to put our dicks in each other. We took our pleasure together by spit-roasting bottoms and versatiles and taking turns fucking and getting sucked off by them. We also enjoyed getting rimmed, using the mouths, faces and hair of bottoms and versatiles for a bukakke target and urinal and getting our often sweaty feet orally serviced. Some of the parties he liked to attend were boring to me. The loud music, some of which was merely annoying noise, the smoke of cigarettes and various illegal stuff, the uncontrolled pissing, vomiting and passing out of some guests as the party progressed, the loaded/high guys (and women at the bisexual parties) trying to hit on me, other goings-on and having to step over or around used condoms, spikes and other waste on the floor irritated instead of entertained me. The only real reason I went was to keep him from driving there and then driving home intoxicated, especially after two drunk driving convictions and the early morning he clipped a parked garbage truck. Having to take a day off from work to bail his ass out and then drive him to court for his arraignment and trial took its toll on me. I had considered parting ways but when he was sober he was a great sex buddy sharing bottoms and versatiles for our mutual fun. The worst part of those parties was trying to get Kenny to his feet and into the car for the trip home, then getting him on his feet for the walk up to our second floor apartment. The joke was that Kenny was still neg but I had been pozzed by a poz cocksucker who had raked me with his teeth while I myself had been drunk. The virus from poz sperms of the previous guy he'd sucked off and in his own saliva had entered me through the cuts and abrasions he'd put to my dick. One typical night at a nude sex party Kenny was having his fun. We had each let a good cocksucker blow our three-and-a-half decades old cocks shortly after arriving. My sexual needs were satiated and I pondered if the cocksucker was poz or not and if his mouth had any sores, etc. that would allow the passage of my virus into his bloodstream. A couple of hours passed and I had found a fellow designated driver so we had a nice conversation about various subjects including the topic of HIV and AIDS. A couple more hours passed quickly due to our enjoyable conversation. I had to take a piss so I went to the bathroom. The main one was occupied by someone taking a shit and someone pissing in the sink. The master bath was occupied by someone vomiting in the john and two couples having sex. By then I needed to piss bad. The tub and the shower stall were occupied by fuckers but the two sinks were free. I pissed in one, ran the tap a few seconds to rinse it out and then went looking for Kenny. After looking all over the place I asked if anyone had seen Kenny. The host, an older man who was poz, told me he might be in one of the bedrooms. I had checked the master bedroom when I went to the master bath so I checked the other four bedrooms. I found Kenny, still nude, laying face down on a mattress on the floor. I checked him. He was dead to the world, his steady breathing the only sign of life. I pushed on him but he didnt wake. Once again he had drank too much or nearly O.D.ed on whatever dope he had brought or was available. I stood there and then decided to lay beside him since the sheet over the rubber sheet looked clean in the dim light coming through the window curtain and a night light plugged into a wall outlet. I lay on my back and was about to drift off to sleep dreading having to once again ask for help getting him out to the car and then wrestling with his 270 pounds up the stairs to our second floor apartment by myself. I was feeling a bit of anger and got up. I then saw a tube of what looked like lube laying on a nightstand. I stepped over to it and saw that it was a popular brand of lube. I looked at Kenny's bare butt and my dick started hardening. I decided then and there Kenny would finally pay for his lack of control of his drinking and dope habits and I'd finally have a piece of his just about virgin ass. I was horny, my dick finished hardening and starting to ooze precum, his ass was more than just available, seemingly begging to get fucked and I wanted to have fun punishing him by getting a poz load off up his ass which I had coveted for several years, especially because there was the chance someone would come in and beat me to it if I crashed next to him or left the room. Because I was poz and enjoyed gift-giving and he was still neg I'd double my fun and the great feeling of ejaculation, not to mention how sore he'd be the next day because he had been fucked only once, back when we were 18 or 19. I was surprised nobody else was crashing in the room since there was another bed besides this mattress on the floor. I decided it was high time to punish Kenny by taking advantage of his naked and passed-out vulnerability as well as fulfill my longtime desire for a piece of his ass. I first spread his legs. He was still so konked out he didnt move, it was like dragging two padded logs apart. I picked up the lube, unscrewed the cap and squirted some into my hand. I replaced the cap, put the lube back where I found it and smeared most on my dickhead, some on the rest of my shaft and the rest on his hole. He still didnt move at all, not even his hole doing much other than seeming to tighten just a little. I spat on his hole to add just a bit more lubrication and took my position between his spread legs to mount him. I put my cut dickhead to his hole and began penetrating him. He seemed to be fighting it by tightening his sphincter but not consciously. I forced my glans past his sphincters all the way into his ass. He was so out of it that he hardly flinched. Had he been conscious he would have screamed from the pain of getting penetrated and thrown me off before I was halfway in. Once hilted which I accomplished by pulling out a little and shoving it in again, I lay on his back feeling the warmth from him and the nice warm snug tightness of his hole around my weapon. I flexed my love-muscle inside him and then began fucking him. I assumed his tight hole to be virgin because he was as much a Top as I was and that while he may have tried getting fucked when he first came out, same as I had, he didnt like it any more than I did. I liked breaking anal cherries, putting pain to them for my pleasure, before I got pozzed, and after getting pozzed I discovered how much I Iiked pozzing neg holes. But most of all was the combined thrill and fun of breaking a cherry as my dick split parts of the walls of his rectum apart inside from my thrusting in to facilitate easy entry of my dangerous virus into his bloodstream and pumping my pozz sperms into it. I fucked him good, enjoying how good his tight virgin hole felt around my hard horny dick and knowing how each thrust was ripping more fissures in his rectal walls. I fucked his ass as fast as possible, corkscrewed my hips a few times and then angled my dick a different angle with each trust for half a dozen thrusts to further tear his rectum. Once I was satisfied that he was bleeding inside I settled into piston-thrusting in order to reach orgasm and inject my dirty virus into him. Even after my vicious assault his cunt was still nice and tight making for a great piece of ass. He was still out cold, dead to the world. My pre-ejaculatory urge came and I let my loins take over to pound him faster and harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, and then I felt and enjoyed that magic moment of my dick exploding in ecstasy firing my deadly bullets of virus-laden cum in his torn rectum. I pulled almost out and slammed it home a number of times shooting-off spurt after great-feeling spurt in his ravaged hole until my balls were empty. I lay on his back, lazily thrusting my dick to further force more of my virus into his bloodstream, enjoying how great it still felt in his ass. He barely stirred and was still so out of it that he likely still didnt know he'd been fucked and fucked good. I wanted to go to sleep on and in him til daylight but the circumstances prevented it. I did remain on and in him for a little while before pulling out and dismounting, my long-awaited mission accomplished. I left the room and looked for someone who would be high enough to suck my dick clean. I found a semi-scuzzy looking cocksucker who was up to the task. I had him suck for about ten minutes partly because he was good at making a man's dick feel good in his mouth and I had the possibility of getting a third load off. I was turned on from fucking and pozzing Kenny that I did shoot off a load in the cocksucker's mouth. He swallowed it and kissed my heroic dick. I was satiated and decided to go rejoin Kenny who was still out cold. I lay beside him and replayed in my mind how utterly fantastic my dick felt shooting my deadly jizz up his defenseless ass and dozed off dreaming of picking up a twenty-something twink to bust his ass cherry and pozz it. We both awoke as the first rays of sun filtered through the curtain. Danny our host was standing at the foot of the matteress and a couple more guys were on the bed across the room, one waking up, the other still asleep. "Good morning Dan." I said, feeling chipper. Dan replied, "Good morning." and asked if I needed help with Kenny who was groggily waking up still in a stupor. I said, "I can use it, looks like he needs lots of coffee if we're gonna get him to the car and then up the stairs." "The pot's on its second load. Help yourselves." Dan replied. We went to the kitchen where the last party goers were drinking their java and discussing the fun and bullshit that went on throughout the night. I poured myself a cup and took one to Kenny who was sitting up with a pained look on his face. "Was I fucked?" he asked, his speech slurred. I told him I had no idea. He was conscious enough to take the coffee cup in both hands and sip it, then drank some. He handed the cup back and said he had to go to the john. I helped him up and led him to the bathroom, lowered the toilet seat and sat his ass on it. He began to empty his bladder and ass into the bowl as he seemed to wobble. I had to help steady him as he wiped his ass. There was blood and traces of my spunk as well as the usual shit on it. As he flushed the john he began to heave. I directed him to the sink where he vomited some foul smelling puke. I let him puke until he was dry and turned on the water to wash it down the drain. Next step was more coffee and once I was assured he could keep it down Dan and another couple of guys helped me get him dressed and into the car. By the time we got home he was able to climb the stairs. I stripped him and saw blood on his undershorts. I had bought some adult diapers months ago for when he was too drunk to make the bathroom. I put one on him, let him puke in the sink and then settled him into his bed. By then he was whining about his hangover. I said nothing, having gone through the same bullshit from him several times before. By the afternoon he was feeling better, had a late lunch and was feeling even better. I checked his diaper. It had piss in front and some blood in back. I smiled to myself knowing how mighty my dick was and that he soon would suffer the flu in two or three weeks and then join me on the lifelong med regimen. He recovered from his hangover a day later and was sober and fit enough to go to work by Monday. Fortunately he confined his dope and drinking to those parties and a weekend beer if someone was going to blow him or drink his piss. He never knew what happened other than seeing the blood when he wiped his ass after taking a shit that day after I had my pleasure brutally thrusting in his nice tight ass. He may have suspected something but his hangover seemed to overshadow the pain in his ass which likely subsided by the time his hangover ebbed that afternoon. I could have fucked him even harder the way a large bear brutally drilled a child molester a new asshole in the tank at the county jail. The nice thing was back then rape laws didnt cover same-sex action unless an effeminate male raped or fucked a masculine man and in fact had he reported getting raped he would have been busted for being on the receiving end of sodomy. Being the Top wasnt a crime in that state but taking "the woman's part" was. Had he been effeminate he would have also been considered to be soliciting a dick for his ass or mouth. About three weeks later the AIDS flu hit him like a ton of bricks. He said he felt like he had been used as a heavy bag at a boxing gym. I got him to my doctor who was familiar with HIV and AIDS. The doctor ran the tests and the results came back positive. I had knocked him up just as I knew I would. Fortunately I wore loose jeans when we went to the doctor's because my dick hardened in my pants when the doctor gave us the news. Kenny's sad tears of defeat juxtaposed with my hidden sexual excitement and feelings of accomplishment. We had to comfort him and explain to him that it wasnt all that bad, mainly because he had known about me from the start of my AIDS flu and subsequent meds regimen and the precautions I had to take both for my health and to keep from un-intentionally knocking-up a neg hole. He seemed to realize that he had been impregnated at that last party. The great thing was that he finally curtailed his out of control binging on drugs and alcohol even though it was too late because his behavior had finally caught up with him. If I hadnt pozzed him someone else would have done it later on down the line. Although I would have liked to make him my bitch I knew he wouldnt go for it. He took his meds on schedule with a little help from my prodding. For a while he barebacked poz guys and rubbered-up for the neg assholes. A few short months he experienced the thrill of pozzing a neg ass.

I'm thinking how much that man enjoyed pozzing you, how fantastic his dick felt when he pumped-off his pozz jizz deep inside your hole and his virus into your system as he added you to his list of conquests. Also how you felt being conquered by the big uncut dick of a big handsome stud for his enjoyment of pozzing you.

I saw the film four decades ago and I admit getting hard watching the (simulated) rape scenes. I was disappointed the fat man wearing glasses never had his piece of ass. I'm glad he scored your ass in the story, as well as the skinny older man who I assume had full blown AIDS. Some jockers make the punk suck their dicks clean after yanking out of the punk.

Got me hard. 31 isnt that old so the top was able to fuck as good as a college dude, I know that he really enjoyed shooting his poz cum up the neg twink, his orgasm was the best feeling in the world not to mention feeling like a manly powerful stud when he added the twink to his conquests by ejaculating in him.

My friend Kenny and I met a twink in a bar after work. The bug-chasing twink was in heat but his first choice was an old jackoff buddy of mine who I had pozzed soon after I caught the bug, but my buddy ended-up hooking-up with another piece of ass. Kenny and I were large husky masculine working men in our late thirties with baldspots, beards, glasses and work-worn callused hands from our jobs in a metal fabrication plant and a junkyard. Both our dicks were cut. Calvin the twink was 22, slender, a couple inches shorter than our six feet and had very little body hair. His blond hair contrasted with our brown wavy hair, his hands were soft like a woman's and his nails were neither bitten nor dirty, unlike Kenny's and mine. He had decided that he wanted to join the ranks of poz guys so he wouldn't have to worry about asking men to wear condoms or when he's catch the bug. Kenny and I were happy to oblige and have fun enjoying knocking him up. "So you want some loaded dick, don't you?" I asked with a grin after he checked us out. "I'd love to give myself to you big handsome studs!" he gushingly replied with a lustful look at our crotches. We went to the cheap hourly 'no tell' motel where we began with the Calvin orally servicing our sweaty smelly feet including licking some of the dirt from under Kenny's toenails while sucking his toes and licking his toejam from between them before licking each foot. We men shared man to man affection while the punk did his duty to our feet. Then we all stripped, and when ready, I suggested to Kenny "You go first." He accepted my offer. Kenny lubed his middle finger and shoved it up Calvin's ass. He pumped that finger in the hole, twisted his wrist, then pulled it out with blood on the tip, mostly on the nail. Calvin sucked Kenny's dick to full hardness, kissed it and then lay on his stomach on the bed spreading his skinny legs while Kenny added some grease to the spit on his dick. Kenny then mounted Calvin, lined up his shot and rammed it in as Calvin flinched and gave a little screech from the man's sudden entrance. Kenny instantly hilted himself, flexed his love muscle in the asshole and fucked him while I stood by admiring him taking the piece of hole the Calvin owed him. Kenny fucked that ass like a champ and grunted as he hilted himself and pumped off his toxic load inside the cunt. My own dick was throbbing with precum. A few more subjugatory thrusts and he pulled out. Kenny dismounted and stood by me. We men kissed and I mounted up. My dick slid right in, Kenny's cum being great lube. I fucked Calvin with gay abandon enjoying myself adding the twink to my list of conquests under the admiring eyes of my good friend Kenny. I drilled Calvin's ass good and threw my head back in victory as I pumped my virus-laden cum into him adding it to Kenny's load. As with other times I pozzed someone, my horny penis pulsed with the added pleasure of knowing I was injecting my life-changing virus into a "virgin" hole and and fucking him in other ways for years or maybe decades to cum, than just fucking his ass. I slammed it home a few times to further force my sperms into his torn rectum and yanked out. Knowing my buddy's and my virus were entering Calvin's system as surely as our dicks entered his ass gave Ken and me a thrill. We men felt powerful and like we were a winning two-man team conquering another loser who would suffer due to his own choice to get pozzed and have to take meds for the rest of his life like we did if he wanted to survive. "OK suck us clean." I told Calvin as we men stood side by side, arms around each others shoulders. He knelt and sucked our dicks clean and then kissed them as ordered. It was a great way for him to thank us for infecting him with the toxic gift that would change his life. We went into the shower where I put my penis in Calvin's mouth and urinated while he drank it. Kenny then had his turn. Calvin's stomach was full of man piss but he took it well. Our asses were sweaty although the sweat was dried by then. There was a good strong rim chair in the closet so we men took turns sitting on it while Calvin kissed and rimmed us. An hour later we men lay side by side on the bed making out with each other while Calvin sucked us off for our second loads. He was a good cocksucker and got us off in about half an hour each, sucking Kenny and then me. I liked getting blowjobs almost as much as fucking ass because some of the chasers have sores, etc. in their mouths that can allow passage of the deadly virus into their systems. After Calvin swallowed my cum he drank more of our piss and kissed our cocks and balls as he had after we fucked his ass. He gushed about our studmanship, admitting he was so queer he had cummed from getting fucked by us masculine studs. We put the rimchair away, got dressed and checked out. We men went to another bar to hoist a couple of celebratory beers while Calvin went his way. I saw Calvin a couple of weeks later. He wasnt feeling up to par and sure enough a couple more weeks after that he was suffering from the "AIDS flu" courtesy of my buddy and me. Needless to say my dick got hard knowing he was suffering from the fuckings we men had put to his nice young ass. I told Kenny and we had a beer to celebrate our latest pozzing success. Kenny and I discussed the times we had really great feeling orgasms. The times included the first good blowjobs where the cocksuckers swallowed, the first ass we fucked, the first anal cherries we popped including how powerful we felt having pure pleasure fucking them while they suffered pain from our dicks happily thrusting in their virgin holes, the first time we pozzed a neg hole and the times we broke in an anal cherry and pozzed it at the same time. We both noticed that fucking asses that were already poz didnt give us the high we felt pozzing neg asses and that pozzing an ass that had never been fucked before was the ultimate feel-good sex-thrill, giving us the best-feeling most intense orgasms when we pumped our viral-loaded sperms into the sore virgin holes while they endured pain and misery and would suffer for the rest of their lives for our ultimate sexual pleasure.

At 45 I'd been poz for a decade but healthy due to my exercise, diet and meds regimen. My doctor had given me the standard warning that even if I was healthy looking and feeling, my cum was still toxic. I like as much: being in good shape yet still able to enjoy the thrill of pozzing someone by having a good time fucking him and loving how great my dick felt shooting my deadly poz seed deep in his ass. I chanced to meet a sickly looking guy in his twenties named Dennis. He wasnt HIV nor AIDS poz but had something else wrong and could have recovered had he not allowed me to fuck and poz his ass. He never asked about my HIV status, he was another naive fella who thought that someone who looked healthy was healthy especially because I weighed more than 200 lbs. We had met at a downtown bus stop where he was on his way home from his doctor's. He invited me to his place to fuck. It was all I could do to hide my excitement and keep my dick from tenting my jeans. Once at his small one-room apartment, he got two beers from the fridge and handed me one. I popped the top on mine and took a swig. He told me about his problem and that it wasnt contagious. I was glad of that because while I liked making punks sick with my poz sperms I also wanted to keep myself healthy. After shooting the shit for half an hour we stripped. He opened the sleeper sofa and set things up. He had no lube since he seldom had sex because he'd been recovering for well over a month. He was thin at maybe 130 pounds on a frame just under 6'. He had scarcely any body hair. He looked decently clean but definitely was somewhat gaunt. His ass however looked good to me, and I didn't need to have him suck my dick to hardness as I was already hard and oozing precum. "What position do you like?" I asked him. "I can do it on my back, on my stomach or doggie-style," he replied. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his mailing-tube legs while I greased up with some of his hair groom cream which looked like the best stuff for lube that he had. I spat on his hole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. He said he hadn't been fucked in about a year. Inwardly I grinned knowing how much pain he'd feel as my dick expanded his hole and created fissures to facilitate passage of my dirty virus into his body. He stifled a screech as I let my weight drive my dick past his sphincter into his ass. I then lay on his back to keep him pinned under me and grabbed his toothpick arms. He got used to feeling my thick cut seven inches inside him and I began fucking him. My dick felt great in his tight cunt of an ass as I fucked it. I couldn't help but grin as I enjoyed myself adding him to my list of conquests. My loins took over, driving my dick in his ass in full length thrusts. Knowing he was still in pain added to my excitement and ego. I gradually sped up my tempo, keeping him feeling pain from me enjoying my pleasure. A few minutes more he was whimpering and whining about the pain. It only encouraged me to drill him faster and harder including some snaps of my hips which caused him to flinch under me. I closed in for the kill, thinking about how he'd end up months after I got my rocks off in him and fucked him even faster and harder. Another minute saw me pounding him into the bed. My nuts fired, pumping spurt after spurt of deadly poz cum deep up his bowels, my expanding dick stretching his hole even more so he felt more pain. My dick was in seventh heaven. I continued thrusting while pumping my dirty poz load off inside his ravaged ass. Once spent I thrust again and again to force my poz virus laden sperms into his torn anal walls to force my virus into his blooodstream. I then rested on his back, lazily slowly thrusting enjoying the afterfuck. The great feeling of the afterfuck lasted another five minutes and he begged me to withdraw because he couldn't take my weight on his back much more and his hole was hurting more. I remained on and in him another few minutes, and, before withdrawing, gave him a couple of brutal hip-snaps. He felt the pain of withdrawal, but as usual, when pozzing asses I pulled out slowly to keep as much of my deadly cum inside the asshole as possible. He lay there as a trickle of cum and blood leaked out of his ass. I held my dick out to him and had to persuade him to get up and suck it clean and kiss it and my balls. My size and strength seemed to intimidate him so he obeyed. I stood tall and proud having him finish his obligation to me while also being ready to knock his block off if he decided to try to bite me. He knew better than to try it. After he kissed my cock and balls I got dressed and thanked him for the piece of ass. he replied "You're welcome," as I left, my needs satiated. I went home and took a shower, lavishing special attention to my dick and balls. I saw him several times on the streets over the course of the next year year or two. A couple of guys said he was a chaser but also afraid. Each time I saw him he looked worse and worse. After that I never saw him again. I somehow learned that he had died from the combination of his sickness and the HIV/AIDS I'd pumped into him. Upon hearing as much my dick involuntarily hardened in my pants and left a slimy mess of pre-cum in my boxers.

If I was poz I'd enjoy being part of the team that knocked his neg ass up

I love the Dirty Daddy having fun and a good feeling orgasm knocking-up the 22 year old HIV-virgin hole.

My dick was hard and oozing precum reading about Devon having fun conquering Austin the double-virgin(neg and never been fucked) piece of ass and thinking how really great the stud's dick felt when he pumped his toxic seed into the ass and knowing he was jazzed knowing how he completely altered Austin's life, starting with the 'AIDS flu' a few weeks later and condemning him to a life of taking meds to stay alive. Also thinking of Alex having his fun taking his turn stretching the hole more and adding his own poz load to his lover's in it. Also how the two men would profit off their pleasure of ruining Austin's life by selling the film and how Austin went from pain to falling madly in love with the studs when they fuck him in more ways than one. Now I'm fantasizing the two big studs stripping Jacob, ripping his hole open with their mighty dicks and pumping their second loads into him while Rachel freaks out, collapses and lays in a blubbering heap in the doorway while they have more fun duplicating their conquest of Austin up her helpless brother's ass.

At 45 years old, Jim was a tall man at 6' 6" when barefoot. He weighed about 200, had collar length brown hair, a mustache, wore glasses and was endowed with seven cut inches. His callused work-worn hands weren't conducive to masturbating so he needed to fuck ass and mouth or get sucked off. Clem was short at 5' 6" and about 150 to 160 pounds, sported blond hair in a buzzcut, was clean-shaven and sported well-bitten nails unlike Jim's nails which always had grease under them due to his job at a junkyard dismantling cars, engines and checking transmissions. Clem worked as a clerk in a retail store. They met at a bar and seemed smitten with each other. After getting to know each other over a couple of beers and Clem giving Jim's cock a quick kiss in the men's room, they headed to Jim's place, a pad in an older two-story block of flats. Once inside they hugged and french kissed and then stripped. They admired each other, Clem admiring Jim's rugged work-strong but slender body and his cock ans balls nestled in dark brown pubes and his size 13 feet. Jim liked Clem's youthful body and his masculinity as well as his respectable uncut 6" cock. They hugged and french-kissed, lay on the bed and continued for another few minutes. "You ready to get fucked Clem?" Jim asked. "I was ready before I even saw your cock in the bar men's room," Clem gushed. Clem began sucking on Jim's already half-hard cock bringing it to full hardness. Jim then got some Vaseline while Clem took his place on the bed laying on his stomach and spreading his legs wide. Jim quickly greased-up his loggerhead, spat on Clem's asshole and mounted him. Clem could feel the man's warmth as the stud mounted him. Jim put his hard on to Clem's entrance and let his weight drive it right home. None of the slow shit Jim reserved for breaking the cherries of men he liked. Clem flinched at the man's sudden complete penetration which ended a second later with Jim's balls on Clem's ass. Jim flexed his love-muscle which Clem felt as it swelled a bit and then began fucking Clem who was loving it after just a few strokes. Jim fucked Clem good, putting his own sexual pleasure and enjoyment ahead of how his conquest felt. Clem was enjoying Jim's studmanship, glad to finally find a real man instead of some wimp who worried too much about how some piece of ass felt. Jim sawed away for about ten minutes, gradually speeding-up his thrusts, his dick feeling better with each powerful thrust of his loins driving it in his punk's cunt of an ass. Clem was so turned on after eight or nine minutes that he came, his dick shooting off sperms between his belly and the bed sheet. The orgasm tightened his ass for Jim who liked it tightening-up around his dick. Jim fucked even faster and harder enjoying himself being the man in their relationship, his dick in heaven as he piston-thrust in the tight ass. The final minute saw Jim's crotch slapping Clem's ass with each powerful thrust as he pounded him into the bed and then hilted himself pumping spurt after penis-pleasing spurt deep into the man-loving ass. Jim then resumed thrusting, pumping his remaining cum into Clem who arched his back to get as much as his new hero's dick into his hole as possible. Jim snapped his hips to slam home two more mighty thrusts and rested on Clem's back to enjoy the after fuck while Clem praised Jim and the great fuck he threw into him. Jim told Clem he was a great piece of ass and that he'd gladly fuck him as often as he wanted. Clem lovingly massaged his hero's dick with his talented ass muscles and told Jim he wished more men were like him. After resting a few more minutes our hero withdrew from his anal conquest and stood beside the bed. Clem got up, bent over and lovingly sucked Jim's dick clean and kissed it and his sweaty balls. He then licked his cum off Jim's bed and said he wanted to rim Jim.

Red proved himself a manly pro stud who enjoys pozzing chasers. I also like the chaser who wanted it and enjoyed getting pozzed and sucking the stud's dick clean.

Thinking of how great that stud and his dick felt when he pumped his poz jizz up that neg ass.

Loved the punchline! "A cobra mask rolled out."

Pissing in someone's mouth while they drink it with their lips sealed around your dick feels almost as good as cumming in it. My only regret is I did it only a couple of times. If I was to become single and found someone who wanted to drink it I would piss in someone's mouth again. All masculine Top and versatile men should try it and all bottoms and versatiles should practice drinking piss from a man's cock.

Tim learned the Hard way about how dangerous his Prank was. Tim and Erick are fucked in more ways then one with Steve having taken what he thought Erick wanted to give up to him. Steve's dick was satiated and he added two virgin asses to his conquests.