Tailgunner

Got me hard reading about the big strong handsome manly studly Latino sex-hero in his early 40s having fun conquering and enjoying a really nice orgasm getting his poz rocks off in that stupid repulsive little punk. Getting pozzed is the chances bottoms and versatiles take when hanging around baths, sex clubs and other sex venues. Too bad the punk failed to at least offer to suck the stud's dick clean and kiss it and his balls. Instead, he showed no appreciation to the heroic stud who finally pozzed him.

Good job enjoying getting your rocks off conquering/pozzing that whore and retrieving your money. He should be glad you didnt charge him stud fees for knocking him up.

Thinking how good you felt when you fucked that cute little neg. computer geek and how great your dick feels when you fill his sore ass with your poz jizz. Also thinking of how the geek's eight-inch dick would later poz a neg sports jock or body builder and how great the geek and his dick would feel when he pumped his charged load into the neg. piece of ass he fucks.

It would be fun to be one of the manly mature studs pozzing the twink, especially up his ass. I'd have made him suck my dick clean and kiss it after I pumped my charged spunk into him.

A good stud to breed that twink. If he wasnt poz I think your dick felt really good pumping your charged load up his ass while thinking how miserable he'd feel once that HIV flu hits him full bore. Gives us a boner.

Good to read about older men fucking ass and getting their rocks off in them.

Great short story. I'm also thinking how much that stud enjoyed fucking you and how big his ego swelled, how really great his dick felt shooting his poz cum into you. My dick got hard imagining I was that stud using your ass for the ultimate sexual enjoyment.

Craig and I had been friends since high school, class of 1980. We discovered gay sex our first year in college and quickly discovered our roles. From the start, I was strictly a top, whereas Craig was versatile. Since high school I gained just a little weight, upgrading from 170 to 200. I had also grown a good beard. I liked to masturbate a lot so I had also taken to keeping my nails bitten to the nubs. My cut dick was somewhere between seven and eight inches, with corresponding thickness. I liked to fuck tight asses as well as face-fuck the cocksuckers. I had tried using condoms but just couldn't get the feeling I needed in order to get my rocks off. Over the decade Craig went from about 200 to almost 300 pounds. He had a small, cut dick which measured about five inches, but he also got super hard, so he really enjoyed breaking anal cherries, as well as getting sucked off. I was pretty much an exclusive barebacker, and in fact, the only time I nutted wearing a condom was when I fucked one asshole using Bengay for lube, which, I found caused his ass to flex around my dick while I fucked him as he tried to escape the abject pain. Looking back it may have been one of the fucks I most enjoyed, maybe ranking with my all-time favorite fuck, which was the time I took Craig's anal cherry. Back in 1990 I was working in a small factory, but Craig, who I still occasionally fucked, had taken vocational courses in college and then went to trade school, and several jobs later was working in a junkyard. I was pozzed about this time when, having gone on a month-long vacation, during which time I went to visit family out west, and ended-up at a bar which led to my attending a sex party. When I awoke the next morning I had a hangover and a sore ass. I remembered someone handing me a beer, which I had only partially consumed, but honestly I don't remember much more of that night. Even so, life went on for a few weeks until I found myself feeling as if I had lost a fight with a gorilla. I went to see my doctor who ran a few tests, and eventually told me I was poz. I called Craig, who I hadn't seen, and, of course, with whom I hadn't fucked since the week before going on vacation and told him the bad news. "Looks like our sex life is over unless you want to get pozzed." "Things will be okay," he replied, and suggested I take things easy. I also called my boss who seemed understanding, probably because he himself was bi. I spent the next two months recovering from the fuck flu, and eventually, after a long hiatus, I finally felt like masturbating. It had been perhaps two months since I had last cum, and I readily shot my first poz load off into a bathroom sink. It felt good to get my rocks off, and I found myself thinking of the first blow job I had ever received, which, as it was, had been given by Craig, who had also been my first piece of ass. I found myself remembering the pleasure I experienced when my dick broke his anal cherry, even as he writhed in pain. Fair was fair, however: he had fucked me first so he had been obligated to let me fuck him. A couple of weeks later I persuaded him to let me fuck him again and that time he came from getting fucked, so he was hooked. Our sex life became a rich mixture of getting my rocks off in his ass and mouth, me jacking him off and us putting our meat and cum to others. After I fully recovered from the fuck flu, I returned to work, and I could see I had been missed. Although my boss had hired a couple of temp guys, none of them could match my performance. A couple of weeks later Craig and I got together, and he confided he longed to fool around with me. Sure enough, he ended-up giving me a blow job, and I jacked him off. It felt good to use his talented mouth, get my rocks off in it and feel him swallow my cum with my cock in his mouth. I was on the crude drug cocktails and pondered if, by blowing me, Craig would likely end-up converting, especially since back in the mid-80s Craig had told me that if he ever got pozzed he'd want me to do it. I should explain that back then Craig and I were more or less monogamous. My dick was usually the only one up his ass, save for the dicks of a couple of friends of mine when we were still college where Craig occasionally played around with other guys, usually sucking them off, and I occasionally fucked other guys or had them suck me off. Craig and I also occasionally had oral sex, and I tried once or twice fucking him with a condom, but that didn't work for either of us. After I converted I looked into the dangers of each type of sex, top vs. bottom, oral vs. anal, and that the safest sex with a poz man of all was getting jacked off by one who kept his nails bitten or clipped to the nubs which prevented accidental cuts to the dick. As for penetration, getting sucked off by a poz cocksucker was safest and the most dangerous was getting fucked in the ass by a poz man. So when Craig and I resumed having sex after I converted, initially we had more oral sex and one time, after he had swallowed my poz cum and kissed my poz dick, we had a short discussion and decided that it was time for me to inject my HIV-laden cum into him up his fat ass. My dick hardened as we discussed how I'd take care of him when he caught the HIV flu and he assured me his medical coverage would pay for his treatments as mine was doing. The next afternoon he told me he had chosen to go on vacation in a month or so, which means if things worked out correctly, he would be hit with the fuck flu about the time he was scheduled to be off work. With that, we both stripped, hugged and french kissed, then he spat in my hand and I jacked him off. He shot-off his last load of neg cum in my hand. He sucked my dick to full hardness, left it wet with his spit and lay on his stomach on the bed while I smeared his cum onto my dick. My dick was rock hard and throbbing as I mounted my buddy and lined-up my shot. I put my weapon to his hole and drove it home with a quick thrust to instantly hilt it up his ass as he squealed in pain. My dick felt really nice in his snug hole. I flexed it and felt my masculine power as it expanded in him. He felt it too. He hadn't been fucked since the day before I started my vacation so his hole was tight and very easily abraded by my dick, which encouraged the opening of more fissures to facilitate passage of my toxic virus into his body. I began fucking him, and felt a sense of power over him, somewhat similar to how conquering I felt when I broke his cherry. Now I was breaking his HIV cherry and enjoying his hole which had tightened over the several weeks since I had last fucked him. This time, as I made it a point to pull out almost all the way, and to slam myself home as roughly as possible, just to make sure I tore-up his insides before my pre-cum began to provide too much lube. He felt the pain and asked what I was doing. "I'm preparing your ass to take my virus easier," I replied and rammed it home a few more times. I knew it hurt him but putting pain to holes provided more pleasure to my prick and usually resulted in better feeling more intense orgasms when I ejaculated. I pulled my dick out of him to check for blood and found some along with the usual other stuff from fucking ass. I rammed it back into him with a snap of my hips and fucked him, piston-thrusting in, intensely enjoying fucking him and thinking how great I would feel when I pumped my dirty cum into him and how my prick would pulse with pleasure with each spurt of my HIV-laden cum into him and how he horrible he'd feel three weeks later when he suffered the flu. I was so turned on I fucked him faster, harder, grinning in anticipation of my soon to come ultimate good feeling. I began breathing hard and working up a sweat as I fucked him good while he lay patiently under me accepting my self-serving thrusts in him. I knew he had trepidation about getting pozzed but then again he knew he'd get pozzed sooner or later and by someone else had I not fucked him soon enough. My thrusts became jerky as I got closer and I slowed my thrusts just a little, knowing that a slower speed near orgasm would result in a longer, better feeling orgasm, ejaculating more cum into him which would slightly increase my chances of infecting him. I had had mixed feelings about infecting my long time friend with such a life altering virus but as we'd discussed before, it would be better if I infected him instead of some Joe Blow. I varied my speed, got close and fucked him good, and then my dick exploded in one of my all-time best-feeling orgasms. I enjoyed the knowledge that my mighty meat was pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into his ass, my virus-laden sperm forcing its way into his ravaged anal walls. After my initial eight or nine powerful spurts I repeatedly rammed it home to keep up that good feeling in my penis and to pump as much of my dirty virus into him as possible. I felt on top of the world conquering my friend a second and even more significant time. My hips took over thrusting my meat in him for another minute or two before i felt completely satiated. I rested on his back with my dick buried in his fat ass, feeling manly powerful like the studly mountain man who had conquered the fat asshole in the movie Deliverance. I had read the book as well as seen the movie and each time got a precum-slimey boner. Now thinking of the mountain stud having the virus and pumping it into the fat ass turned me on even more. I thrust every few seconds in Craig's ass while laying on his back and he massaged my still mostly hard dick with his ass muscles. "How's your ass?" I asked him. "Not too bad. About like the second time you fucked me. Oh, and I came," he replied. "Good. I'm going to leave it in and fuck you again when I reload," I told him. He felt a bit of pain but he agreed and I took a nap laying on his back, my dick still inside his ass. I also figured he might cum from getting fucked again. About forty five minutes later I awoke and felt my dick was still semi hard in his hole so I began taking short strokes in him while thinking of how he would suffer from the flu and my dick hardened in less than a minute. I began fucking him and enjoying how my hard stiff penis was forcing my virus from my first load into his bloodstream with each thrust in him. I had ass twice in a row before withdrawing many times as well a having someone suck me off for my second load and sometimes got the blowjob first and then fucked the guy's ass for my second piece. I sawed away in his ass and enjoyed the fuck, my first load of cum also providing additional lube but not too much, just what I needed to pleasure my penis and still further abrade his inner rectal tissues. It took about five minutes longer than my first fuck to nut in him. It was a great fuck with my dick feeling just as good pumping my second load up his ass as it had with my first. Again I brutally thrust and slammed it home while enjoying how great I felt pumping more virus up his ass and into his body. I also corkscrewed my hips and pinned him with my prick. Spent, I lay on his back and asked him if he had cum again. He said he hadn't but it felt good even with the pain from being fucked brutally. My dick, lodged in his hot ass, was in seventh heaven, and I found it quite comfortable to rest on his back, somewhat similar to laying on my good air mattress, so I remained in that position, on Craig's back, for another hour before my dick completely deflated and came out of his ass. I dismounted and lay beside him. He got up and sucked my dick clean, doing a thorough job in swallowing all his and my fluids. Then he lovingly kissed both my cock and each of my balls. Over the next several days I fucked him daily, and occasionally I let him blow me. Sure enough, right on time Craig came down with the fuck flu. Of course I honored my promise to care for him until he recovered, checking in on him before and after work. I showed him my hard dick a few times but he wasn't bitter. He knew the consequences of letting a man infect him and reasoned that it was better I had converted him than an otherwise unknown guy. In addition, we both knew how much I enjoyed injecting my diseased cum up his ass. He started feeling better after nearly another month and returned to work. He slowly built his strength back up and diligently took his drug cocktail just as I had been doing. He began losing weight, maybe a pound a month. He had lamented his decade-long weight gain and I had told him that catching the AIDS would result in weight loss. Craig and I fucked a poz guy or let one suck us off once in a while but Craig was still my main piece of ass and I was his stud. We continued our sex as we had before the pozzing. We also discussed various punks and assholes we could enjoy pozzing. Craig was curious about how good pozzing an asshole would feel compared to fucking someone of the same status. He did enjoy better orgasms when he broke ass cherries, feeling his manly power when the virgin hole suffered from the pain he put to him with his small but mighty prick, much the way I had felt when I broke his HIV cherry.

Getting hard thinking of how great the stud's dick felt pumping his poz cum off inside the asshole and feeling the power of his manhood in his penis to change the neg. bottom's life.

Brings back a memory from the 1970s. One night at an adult theater that showed gay films, Rudy was sucking my cock when I heard activity behind us toward the other side of the theatre. I turned around to see a prettyboy twink in his early twenties bent-over the back of a seat in the back row while a couple of goodlooking masculine black men took turns fucking his ass.This was before the AIDS epidemic hit. I now imagine it happening a couple decades later with two obviously poz studs hi-fiving each other after unloading their deadly jizz up the punk's neg hole and then discussing how their previous conquests suffered the ravages of HIV and AIDS and how boned-up they got knowing they had caused their misery by fucking them and how great their dicks felt ejaculating in the neg holes.

I'm a Top and the Top's version has the edge with me but there's also good bottoms' versions. I also like third person narratives. Basically it's the quality of the writing more than whose point of view. Some are better at writing as Tops, others are better as the bottom and there's also good third-person narrative writing.

I loved reading about the sick ugly dirty old troll enjoying using and pozzing the hot neg assholes for his own enjoyment by getting his toxic rocks off in them injecting them with his seed and infecting them, and the neg hotties in heat for his meat and deadly cum to make his dick feel good by him being the man, the bottoms wanting to be his bitches in heat to be used and abused by him. Years ago on several mensroom stall walls in bars, a restaurant and other joints in or near gay areas was the phrase, "Ugly old trolls need love too!" Over the years some such graffitti was also accompanied by various crude drawings of a man fucking a troll, a troll on his knees sucking a man, a twink sucking a troll, a troll fucking a twink and one with a twink rimming a troll.

I was an executive who looked and acted the part, so few if any, knew about my sexuality or that I got off on pozzing someone once in a while. I was in my thirties, clean cut, worked out three times a week at the gym, and had progressed up the corporate ladder from a cubicle to my own office. As I was a total top, and had never done drugs, neither my doctor nor I could readily figure out how I got the bug. Of course my doctor gave me the whole spiel about safe sex so I wouldn't poz anyone else, but I could tell he himself liked to poz guys one occasion, just for the added sexual thrill that enhanced how great his dick felt when he ejaculated into a neg hole and knocked it up with his toxic sperm. I found myself fantasizing about pozzing some of the assholes at the company, but knew there were few if any gay or bi bottoms, or, for that matter, any versatile guys who worked there who wanted to fuck around with me, let alone who wanted to be pozzed. My opportunity came a few months later via a smart-ass punk in the mail room. I first encountered him a couple of months after he had been hired. The punk was a snobby 21 year old who thought he was better than others and was rude to those he thought beneath him including the janitors, maintenance men and other, mostly blue collar workers. I took offence partly because Ron the janitor and Joe, the fat maintenance man, were my friends, not to mention they too were respectively bi and gay. They were about 50 years of age, and both were also poz. Ron had fucked Joe and pozzed him, but Joe was still fat and flabby. They were good pieces of ass and sucked great cock. We discussed the mail boy, and agreed he needed some punishment. He was nice enough to me so I decided I would seduce him and hopefully pump my seed into him on behalf of my buddies. I became friendly with the punk, whose name was Bobby. He initially said he was straight with a fiancée, but a friend of mine mentioned he had seen Bobby on more than one occasion at one or another gay bar, as well as having seen him at Pride Fest. Another acquaintance mentioned he had seen Bobby sucking off a good-sized black man (who looked like a pimp) in an alley. I use the information on Bobby, and finally he admitted to being bi-sexual. I then asked him if he liked older men and he replied "Someone your age is okay, but not ugly old geezers like Ron and Joe." I flattered him with bullshit and then asked him what sex he liked. He freely answered, saying he was versatile and liked to bottom for men larger than himself. I fit the bill, being a full six feet tall and about 200 to his 5' 10" and 170. My dick was just a bit longer than the average six-incher, but thickened just past the head so it felt like an eight or nine-incher in girth to most assholes I fucked. I persuaded him to suck me off during lunch which he did in a stall of an out of the way mens room. He was a surprisingly good cocksucker who readily swallowed my seed, which, of course, I hadn't told him was toxic. Still I knew there was little chance I would poz him if he was only giving me a blow job, but even so I let him suck my cock at least once or twice a week, just for the good feeling of establishing myself as the man and him as the punk. Oh, I guess I also enjoyed using his mouth as a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in. After a few weeks I let it slip that I wouldn't mind fucking his ass, but I added "But only if you're neg." He replied "I guarded my ass well 'cause I don't want to be pozzed." "I always use rubbers when fucking a guy" I commented, but neglected to tell him I was poz, and he didn't ask me as to my status, so I assumed he took that my healthy clean-cut looks to mean I was neg. Anyhow, we made a date and a week later, after work, we met-up. I called a cab and took him to a cheap hourly motel where, once inside the room we hugged and kissed as we had a couple of times before when he sucked me off. We stripped and hugged and kissed some more. I then had him suck my dick to full hardness, leaving it wet with his spit. I produced a condom, opened it and began to put it on while he climbed onto the bed, laying on his stomach. While he was making himself comfortable I slipped off the condom, added a little lube to his spit on my hard dick and mounted him, telling him "I'm going to enter you now. Relax your ass and kind of push out like you're about to take a shit and it'll go in easier with less pain." "Okay," he replied. I lined-up my dick to his hole, adjusted my position and pushed the head in. Of course he flinched a little. I then shoved it in another inch or two so the thicker part of my shaft entered and stretched his anal ring. He flinched and yelped and I held my position while he got used to it. I wanted to have both pleasure for my penis and put pain to the punk, but I didn't want him to scream bloody murder so the whole neighborhood could hear. After a minute, (which seemed much longer), I drove it home right up his ass. He yelped and whined from the pain of my swift penetration. I lay on his back to keep him pinned down, as well as to get him used to my cock, even though I generally prefer to start right in pounding the assholes to rip 'em up inside, but with tighter holes I didn't need to work hard to tear them up, and honestly I was enjoying the sensation of his snug ass wrapped around my weapon. I flexed my dick in him a few times, enjoying his reaction, especially how my dick stretched his already stretched-out hole. I thought about a black friend's nine or ten-inch cock, and found myself initially moving slightly in and out, but gradually lengthening my stroke and speed. I varied my approach, but avoided working myself up to orgasm because I wanted to split his rectal tissues as much as possible, certainly until I figured enough blood was flowing to ensure easy passage of my virus into his bloodstream. I had fucked a neg size queen who hadn't been fucked in a couple of weeks. The queen's hole had been as loose as a woman's vagina, was a lousy fuck and failed to sero-convert. Three months later the queen still tested neg, but I was determined to convert Bobby, who was definitely in pain. After all, he had mentioned he got fucked maybe once a month or less, usually by men with small to average dicks. I pulled almost all of my dick out of Bobby to check it, and in the process saw just a trace of pink so I rammed a series of hip-snaps in order to rip his rectum some more and checked my dick again. It was covered with a better layer of pink so I began piston-thrusting in him, grinning to myself as I pounded away. I felt good. My dick felt good, almost like a piston in a cylinder, as I took pleasure in fucking Bobby. Knowing how he would suffer added to my thrill. Knowing that many younger guys weren't as diligent about taking their meds as we older men are, and thinking of how he'd decline in health and suffer in years to come, mostly from the result of my mighty meat pumping my life-changing virus-filled cum into him. I fucked him faster, taking full strokes, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. I was closing in for the kill, getting ready to fill him with my HIV. The thought excited me more as I fucked him. I got close and then slowed my pace a bit. I had discovered that slowing as I reached orgasm enabled me to shoot more cum for a few more seconds which also felt great not to mention how even better my dick felt ejaculating. I adjusted my pace, got closer and felt my nuts draw up and my cum begin its journey from them through my dick, into his ass and into his bloodstream. My penis erupted in pure pleasure, shooting spurt after spurt into him. I held it still a moment as half a dozen spurts filled him and then resumed thrusting in a series of hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my load up his ass and mash my virus-carrying sperms through the fissures in his anal walls created by my early-on thrusts and into his bloodstream. My dick felt absolutely fantastic flooding him with my potentially deadly disease. I rested on his back, my thick dick still buried balls-deep in his sore ass. I felt good and could feel the naive punk massaging my dick with his ass muscles milking my cum out of my dick into him. I thrust a few times more to further force my virus-laden sperms and semen into his rectal walls and bloodstream. The afterfuck was nice especially because I was doing my best to infect him. I took a nap on his back with the intention of reloading and adding a second load of virus to further make sure I infected him. Over half an hour passed and my dick was till nominally hard so I began with short strokes while thinking of him years later suffering in some hospice or in an alley looking like discarded trash. Soon my dick was rock hard again, but this time I didn't need to work his rectum; I had only to fuck him and enjoy getting my second load of HIV off in his ass. I fucked him for about ten minutes and had a great feeling second orgasm in his wrecked rectum, my penis pulsing with pleasure with each spurt of infected cum I shot off in him. I thrust slowly while shooting and then rammed a series of hip-snaps to finish the job. Again I rested and felt a warm feeling of having enjoyed using him for my pleasure while fucking-up his future which furthered my pleasure. About twenty-five minutes later I pulled my softening dick out. It was coated with a nice pink mixture of cum and blood. Grinning, I told him to get up and suck it clean. He was a bit shocked at seeing my dick but I asked him what the dick of the man who broke his ass cherry looked like. He said it looked similar and finally got on his knees and sucked my dick clean. After he finished sucking my dick clean I told him to kiss it and my balls. He respectfully did. I flirted with the idea of ordering him to swallow my load of piss, but decided I'd cross that bridge in an underground sex club later on. The most important part of the day was that I had a most enjoyable time infecting him by fucking him and getting my virus-laden rocks off in his ass, just to fuck him up. Things went on normally at work although we did notice how he walked due to the pain my thick dick and my good hard thrusts had put to his ass. "Looks like some man had a good time." someone said as a queue of us left the mail room after work a couple of days later. I had to keep from grinning and swelling with manly pride and then had to go to the men's room to relieve my hard on, that began bulging my pants. I would have liked to wait for Bobby to get off so I could at least use his mouth but he was too busy and there were no other bottoms to take care of my needs. I was about to go into a stall and whack off into the john when Ron came in to clean the restroom. Hearing him push his cart through the door I looked over the stall door to make sure it was him and came out showing my hard dick. "Hi Jerry. You do it?" he asked. "Sure did. Did you seen him in the mail room?" "Yeah. He looked like he took a bus up there," Jerry chuckled. We hugged and kissed and then he asked me to slide my meat in his ass. We went into the large handicapped stall where he sucked on my dick. We dropped our pants and he bent-over while I greased up my loggerhead, and positioned myself at his ass. Ron was in good shape, although on the skinny side, but he was always skinny unlike Joe who weighed almost a hundred lbs. more than did Ron. I entered Ron, hilted myself in him and fucked him. He was a good fuck and I relished the opportunity to fuck him, as I knew Ron saw himself as a lowly peon, who was fortunate to be fucked by a high-status. I fucked him for about ten minutes and then blew a good load up his ass. It occurred to me the orgasm was especially good, given that I blew my load into an ass that was the same HIV status as my dick. I fucked him until I stopped cumming, pulled out and let him suck my dick clean. Unlike most assholes he willingly drank my piss before sucking off of my dick, leaving it clean and dry. Then Ron kissed my cock and my balls, we pulled up our pants, hugged but didn't kiss, but thanked each other. Then I left, my needs for the afternoon satiated. Almost a month later Bobby called in sick saying he had a bad flu and that he felt like he'd been beat-up in an alley. Upon hearing about him my dick hardened in my pants. Fortunately I was in my office at the time seated at my desk, so no one could tell I had an erection. During break time I found Joe who was happy to suck me off. He always gave me good head and I enjoyed an excellent orgasm in his mouth thinking of how Bobby was feeling worse than shit. As had Ron, after he swallowed my load, Joe respectfully drank my piss, and kissed my cock and balls before I pulled my pants back up. Bobby returned to work a month later but only because they hadn't yet hired a replacement. He looked beat and when we were alone, he said that he likely had HIV, but that he would wait three months before he was tested. I felt he was fit enough to resume sucking me off a few weeks later and persuaded him to get on his knees and get his lips wrapped around my dick and get busy sucking me off. He worked there a couple more years, was on meds and apparently never realized I had pozzed him. As I predicted to myself, over the next two decades Bobby was a bit careless about his meds and his health deteriorated so he ended up on welfare in a group home. I, on the other hand, had stuck with my regimen, and had taken care of myself, so I was in good health. Over the years I had several promotions and then retired on a nice pension with benefits. I had pozzed a few more neg guys. Each occasion gave my penis perfect pleasure with each spurt of my poz jizz in the guy's negative hole. Some were bug-chasers, some didn't care, and some I stealthed. If I may say so, even at fifty I looked great so the guys were clueless as to my status and many bug-chasers thought I was neg. Ron and Joe were as diligent as I was but Joe did lose some of his weight so he was about 200 when I last fucked him. I was also able to line-up a few bug-chasers for them to knock-up. Watching those two hard working men enjoy the pleasure of fucking and knocking-up young neg and some old neg holes was a turn on. We also joined a team of fellow poz tops to gangbang bug-chasers a few times.

I fucked a couple of gingers but that was back in the 1970s. Both were good pieces of ass and one gave excellent head as well.

Hope to read more about rough-handed blue-collar working men pozzing white-collar dudes.

Great dick-hardening account of a handsome studly sex-hero enjoying getting his rocks off conquering the ginger, filling him with his toxic Seed.

One of the best I've read. I also like the parts about the callused hands of the two sex-heroes who put their manly fingers to good use preparing the asshole to facilitate passage of their virus into his system. Thinking of how great their dicks felt shooting-off their poz jizz inside that neg hole knocking him up adds to the turnon. Sorry their supervisor didnt have his piece of the bottom, at least get a blowjob from him.

Some fonts and colors are harder to read. I hope to find a better font for my next posting. Glad the copy and paste worked.

I was a thirty-six year old poz guy of average height and weight with short hair and beard, glasses, callused hands with grease under my thick nails from my job in a junkyard, almost seven cut inches and size 12 feet. I had been poz for half a dozen years. Being a Top I didnt get pozzed the usual way, instead it was from a dirty dentist I found in an ad in the newspaper when I had a bad toothache. I had caught the flu and felt like I had been beaten in an alley and stayed in bed for three weeks getting up just to eat and go to the bathroom. I then felt well enough to make it to the doctor who ran tests which confirmed the quack that pulled my bad tooth had contaminated me via the hole where the tooth was, likely when he sewed up the gum. I had tried to contact him but by then he had been closed down and subsequently disappeared. I was back to work a month and a half later thanks to the kindness of a boss who himself was poz. I was careful how I fucked, rubbering up when I fucked neg asses or when the guy asked me to wrap it. It was a couple of years later when I pozzed my first neg. The asshole was a chaser in his twenties who had a bright future ahead of him but looked and acted like a loser. He said he had tested neg and his last sex before we met was getting sucked off by an old troll just before getting tested. I hid my excitement as we went to the cheap hourly no-tell motel. Once there he dropped to his knees, unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, pulled at the waistband of my undershorts and fished out my dick. He kissed it and sucked it into his mouth, humming, and sucked on it until it was just about fully hard. "You sure want it, dont you?" I remarked. He kissed my dick again and we stripped. He was an average for his age, an inch or two under six feet and about ten lbs. under my 190. His shoulder length blond hair as well as the rest of him looked healthy and I wondered why someone in great physical shape wanted to throw away what could have been a fabulous life. Then again I thought of my thrill of having a fantastic feeling orgasm in him when I filled his ass with my dangerous cum. He said he had been a letterman in high school and college and had a degree that would lead to high paying jobs and asked me about my job. I admitted working in the junkyard pulling, sorting, inspecting and cataloging auto parts but he seemed to actually like me for being strong and in shape as a result of my job. I had him suck my dick to full hardness and he obeyed, then he lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I greased-up my loggerhead. Once greased I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my dick to his hole, rubbed it an inch or two, then I lunged, letting my weight and pelvic thrust drive it home as he yelped from the pain. He wasnt a virgin but he hadnt been fucked much either so his hole was still nice and tight the way I prefer them. It would also facilitate my dick tearing him up inside to create fissures to further enable my poz sperms to pass my virus into his bloodstream. Once hilted I flexed my dick in him and fucked him. He whined at first but after my first dozen self-satisfying thrusts he was used to it and was loving it after my second dozen. I myself was loving how good my dick felt in his cunt as I fucked away. I set a steady pace just to enjoy the good feeling of fucking him and knowing my virus-laden precum was also doing its work to put my first wave of virus into his system. I then gradually increased my pace after being satisfied that I had torn up his rectum sufficiently to give my HIV easy passage into him. I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying myself as I began breathing hard and starting to work up a sweat. My pelvis sometimes slapped his ass as I fucked him good. My sperms welled-up and the rocketed out of my dick into his ass as I repeatedly slammed it home with a series of hip-snaps that made him flinch with each one. My dick was in seventh heaven as I pumped my poz sperms up his ass. I was grinning from ear to ear as I enjoyed my best orgasm since the night I brutally broke an asshole's cherry and we laughed at his crying in the pain my prick enjoyed putting to him with each thrust in his sore hole while my buddies held him down over two decades earlier. I rested on his back enjoying my conquest of him and how he lovingly massaged my weapon with his ass muscles to milk any remaining cum out of my dick. "Man you're the best piece of ass I had in twenty years." I said. He replied that he was so turned on by getting fucked by me he had cummed without touching his dick. That was most likely his last neg load he'd ever shoot. I decided to remain on his back and maybe take a nap while I reloaded and add a second load. I rested and enjoyed how good laying on his back felt with my dick buried in his ass to keep my sperms mashed against his anal walls. I knew he wasnt too comfortable under me but all I cared about was the enjoyment I derived from fucking him, shooting off my dirty cum inside him and knowing it would change his life. I dozed off and awoke three quarters of an hour later, my dick softened but still partially in his hole. I flexed it and made slight movements to start re-hardening it and gradually brought it back to full stiffness in him, then I began piston-thrusting. I fucked to get my second load off as fast as possible since my first fuck had already prepared his rectum to take my cum and virus. I fucked him good and came in a good fifteen minutes, shooting a good feeling load up his ass. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I added my second load of poz to the first. I felt good getting my rocks off pozzing him. I thrust until I was spent and rested. He gushed on how great a stud I wad to fuck him twice. I thanked him and told him how enjoyable pozzing him felt. A few minutes later I pulled out. I checked my dick and his hole. I grinned when I saw the traces of blood mixed with my dirty cum on my dick and his hole. He didnt have a butt plug but his decently tight hole would hold most of my cum in him which would give it ample chance to infect him. I had him suck my dick clean but didnt urinate in his mouth. I did piss in the john and we got dressed. He kissed my dick and balls before I finished pulling up my undershorts. We checked out and exchanged numbers. I headed home, my sexual needs and pleasure satiated. I checked with him a month later. My dick hardened when I finally contacted him and he said he felt like shit from the flu. He said he would get checked out. A week later he called back but sounded like he was crying. He tested poz and told me what his doctor told him. I told him if he took his meds and did the other things he should he'd stay healthy. I had a feeling he likely wouldnt be as diligent as I was and would end up dying in a hospice. He was OK the first few years but he took too many "holidays" so his meds didnt work as well when he did take them. I did fuck him a few times before his health declined too much and then we didnt contact each other as much. Last I heard he was sick and in the county hospital.

I was a service man installing, maintaining and repairing commercial HVAC equipment but my boss asked me to do a shopping mall Santa gig for a few Decembers because I was fat, even though I had been poz for half a dozen years thanks to a tough regimen of diet and drug cocktails. At fifty I was still in good shape and could still enjoy sex which was perfect because I'm a Top, even now, at the age of 71, I like to get sucked off and fuck any ass my dick could get hard enough to enter. I didnt fuck too well with condoms so I seldom used them. I fucked poz guys and occasionally had the delight of pumping my pozz jizz up an HIV-virgin ass which gave my dick double the orgasm great feeling of fucking a poz guy or some of the fucks before I tested poz. My doctor had told me that even on my regimen of meds I needed to use condoms because I would still infect bottoms up their asses. I was average height and weighed around 275. I looked like most other masculine blue collar working men my age. Few knew that was gay and fewer knew that I'd just as soon fuck a guy or have him blow me as look at him. My nearly seven-inch cut dick had made many bottoms and versatiles happy. Some had cummed just from getting fucked by me. One December I was paired with a cute little twenty-one-year-old guy with collar-length blond hair named Roger. He looked and acted like any other young adult but as the first couple of nights passed I figured out he was as gay as I am but mostly a bottom. By the time we got to the locker room each night after shutting down the throne area the mall was closed so only employees were there closing up shop for the night, finishing the day's paperwork, cleaning up, etc. Only the janitors and night security guards made an occasional visit to the locker room and the ones that winter were gay or bi. "You like chubbys?" I asked him on the third night as we shucked our outfits in the employees mens locker room when I caught him admiring me. "I'm a 'chaser!" he gushed. "You can suck my cock if you like." I replied as I turned to face him. Being the fairy in heat he was he dropped to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, his head beneath my beer gut. He gave my cut meat excellent head while humming in delight, swallowed my load, sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. My dick felt good in his mouth and he said I shot a nice load which he enjoyed swallowing. I knew I needed to poz his ass if he hadnt been pozzed yet. That night near morning my morning piss hardon throbbed so I had to masturbate to get it to soften enough to take a piss. I had dreamed I was ready to knock off a piece of Roger and was just entering him to give him a golden enema when I awoke. The gig was for three weeks so I decided to save his ass for sometime during the last week so he wouldnt get the "AIDS flu" before it ended. The last week finally came. I had been letting him suck my cock and orally service my feet every two or three days and had squatted on his face to let him rim me a couple of times. "We're going to a motel for the anal." I told him, because anal is more involved and harder to stop and get in order should anyone walk into the locker room. I was horny as hell and was thinking of the extacy of fucking Roger and infecting him with my poz sperms and how utterly fantastic my dick would feel when I shot them off inside him. We drove to the cheap hourly motel that also catered to whores and johns, parked and got a room. Once the door was locked behind us I started with us stripping. We had already seen each other nude so there wasnt any need to explore or do any other pre-foreplay. He sucked my semi-hard dick to full hardness and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Put a pillow under your crotch, need to raise your ass alittle." I ordered him. He obeyed and spread his legs while I finished greasing-up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a little. "You keep your hole nice and tight. I like that." I told him after hilting myself in his snug warm hole. I fucked him good, varying my tempo and stroke. I wanted to wear his hole out and rough it up inside good so my HIV would enter his bloodstream easier and quicker. I sometimes fucked slowly, sometimes slammed it with fat-shaking snaps of my hips which also put some pain to him. Had he been a virgin he'd have been beside himself in pain and I'd be doing my best to hold him in place under me so I could get the piece of his ass he owed me. As it was, his virginity was lost history and he liked taking a good fucking. After ten minutes or so I was satisfied I'd tore him up inside enough to facilitate passage of my virus into his system. Four years before I'd fucked one neg hole taking it easy and later found out I failed to knock that asshole up. Since then I either rammed a finger up the bottoms' asses to cut their rectums with a fingernail or worked my dick at various angles and thrusts while the lube dried up in their holes to get them ready to take my virus. I pulled my dick almost all the way out to check for blood on it. There was some so I was satisfied I'd pozz him. I slammed it home and piston-thrust-fucked him to orgasm. My dick was in seventh heaven when I blasted my dangerous virus-laden cum deep into him. I was beside myself in rapture and how absolutely great my dick felt with each spurt of my charged cum in his torn rectum. Thinking of how he would feel within the next month added to my sense of conquest and orgasmic enjoyment as I thrust again and again to pump every last disease-carrying sperm cell into that punk. I liked the respect and friendliness Roger showed me but I also loved how great my dick felt infecting him with my poison cum, that I was the stud who would change his life forever by taking my pleasure in him because he was foolish and neglectful enough to think I was neg and not bother to ask my status. I kept thrusting to grind my HIV-laden sperm cells through his rectal walls into his bloodstream, partly because my dick still felt great with each thrust as well as how great I felt infecting him by enjoying fucking him. A few minutes later I rested on his back, my dick still mostly hard inside his ass, occasionally thrusting in it. I decided I'd reload and fuck him again. I used to reload in half an hour when I was Roger's age but at fifty it took just over an hour to reload and come again. Roger was able to take my weight on his back for the entire hour. I took a short nap of maybe half an hour after we shot the shit and traded first time stories and then talked again when I woke up. The hour passed and my dick was still just hard enough to remain in his ass. I began taking very short strokes to re-harden it and slowly increased my stroke until I was fully hard. I then fucked him, mainly varying my stroke and tempo in order to nut since I usually take longer to bust a second nut. I got my urge after about fifteen to twenty minutes of fucking, fucked him into the bed, slowed alittle and pumped a nice feeling second orgasm of infected semen into him. My second orgasm felt just about as great as my first one. As before, I thrust until I was spent and rested again. I could tell Roger was uncomfortable after nearly two hours under my meaty weight. I pulled out of him, dismounted, stood beside the bed and waited for him to get his fucked ass up and suck my dick clean. He got up and seemed to feel in pain, partly from being under me but also in his ass. I smiled to myself as he knelt and took my spent weapon in his mouth and sucked on it for awhile. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry, as several men he had serviced had taught him to do. He kissed it and my balls like they were his lover on a date and stood up. "Merry Christmas Roger. Hope you enjoy the gift." I said joyfully. He thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a piss and I could see very little cum with just a tinge of blood leaking out of his hole. I wanted to also give him a drink of warm beer on tap or give his face a golden shower but he wasnt into that. I started getting dressed and he began getting dressed after pissing. I told him he was a good piece of ass I enjoyed fucking but didnt mention how much I enjoyed pumping my HIV into him. He told me how great getting fucked by me was and that he wished he knew more masculine older fat men. The rest of that last week saw me taking him to the motel two more times to enjoy fucking him some more. The gig then ended with us hugging nude in the locker room showers, him blowing me in the shower, us hugging again, getting dressed, hugging and going home, him to his place where he still lived with his parents and me to my apartment. We did keep in touch mainly because he had his regular job in a store in town. One day after work when I made a weekly stop to pick up something for a couple of bucks I saw he wasnt there. I asked about him and another clerk said he was sick with a bad flu. I told the clerk to wish him well as I took my change and receipt. I stopped in successive weeks and saw him a month and a half later. He looked tired and not too happy. I asked him if he saw a doctor. He said he did, was tested and how he cried when the doctor said he had the HIV. My dick sprang to attention in my work pants which were fortunately loose enough to hide it. I wished him the best of luck with his new regimen but never told him I was the stud who'd knocked him up. Once I got home I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and masturbated my rock-hard weapon, shooting a load of poz cum into the bathroom sink. I then got a beer out of the fridge and celebrated another penis-pleasing conquest. A couple of my poz buddies who were around my age and I usually went to a bar once a week to discuss sex and if any of us pozzed someone during the week. One of them had also pozzed someone so we three toasted our success. Tom said his orgasm in a forty year old felt "mighty fine" and that his dick got hard when he found out he'd infected the guy. Tony, a versatile I had pozzed a few years before, sucked Tom and me off and kissed our cocks and balls to reward us for jobs well done.

I headed to the superette to pick up a six-pack. I walked in the door and greeted Ty, the proprietor's 22 year old son, who was working one of the two registers and then headed back to the seldom-used restroom at the back of the store. Also heading for the one-holer was Mark, a young guy Ty's age. "You need to go?" I asked as I fumbled for a quarter for the pay lock. He checked me out as he pulled a quarter from his pocket and said we could both go in. I thanked him as we entered. He pulled out his little cock and urinated into the bowl while we checked each other out. Mark was a bit slender as well as an inch or two under six feet. His unisex clothing, long hair and clean shaven face gave him a common look of most guys his age, his unibrow was his only unusual feature. I had nutted in his mouth a few months before and was glad to have another go at him. My poz sperms hadn't knocked him up through his mouth so I'd planned to shag his ass next time I saw him. I was a husky man in my late thirties, a couple of inches over six feet, and about 200 pounds, having dropped from 240 due to the HIV. I sported a flattop haircut, classic hornrim type glasses, good body hair, dirt under my nails from my job working at the junk yard and sweaty size twelve feet that enjoy good oral service. My hearty appetite and blue-collar mostly outdoor jobs kept me in good shape, which helped my drug cocktail do its job. "Good thing you're going first because I need to take a shit," I said as he finished pissing. "You want a blumpkin?" he asked. I hid my surprise and said yes even though I wanted to fuck his ass. At least it would save time by 'priming' my dick so I'd need less time to nut in his ass. After he finished pissing he lowered the seat for me and even put an ass-gasket on it for me while I dropped my cutoff jeans. "Thanks Mark," I said. "At your service," he replied. I sat my ass on the seat and he knelt and bent over, steadied himself and sucked my cock into his mouth. "I'm gonna piss first so be ready to drink it." I told him and farted before emptying my bladder and ass. He had a bit of trouble at first but was able to gulp my piss under the trying circumstances without letting more than a few drops leak out between his lips and my cock shaft. I felt good even though getting blumped by someone on my shit list would have been more fun for me. I finished pissing and Mark swallowed the last of it. He then began pumping his head on my cock as I finished my dump. The stink of my shit filled the room as it wafted its way up to the exhaust fan grill in the corner of the ceiling over the john. Being cut, I needed a while more to bust my nut. It had taken Mark twenty minutes to get me off the earlier occasion when he sucked me, although I could have cut that time in half by holding his head and face-fucking his mouth. "Okay, I need to stand up," I told him. He pulled his head off my cock and I stood halfway up and did the paperwork. I wanted to cum in Mark's ass as soon as possible so naturally I told him I wanted to fuck it. He knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth to reharden it. A minute later my dick was throbbing hard. I stepped to the restroom door and opened it a crack to see if anyone was waiting to piss or shit. The coast was clear so I closed and locked it again and told Mark I was ready to finish the aborted blumpkin by fucking his ass. "I got no lube. You have any?" he asked. "We'll use your spit and some of that liquid hand soap," I told him. He wasn't too happy but decided getting fucked with this lube now beats likely missing the opportunity later to feel my masculine power inside him. He knelt and sucked my throbbing dick back into his mouth and soaked it in his spit, then opened wide and pulled back. I got some soap from the dispenser and slathered it onto my dick including my dickhead and my whole shaft. Mark dropped his pants and undershorts to the floor, turned around, bent-over and grabbed the sink. I decided to shove a lubed finger up his ass to lube him inside because the lube on my dick might not be enough even though his anal cherry was long-gone. I shoved my middle finger just halfway up his ass, thrust and twisted it a few times, yanked it out and washed my hand. I basically wanted to have enough lube at his entrance to minimize the pain and any screams but leave his hole more or less unlubed so I could stretch, tear and abrade it inside with my dickhead before my precum and thrusts started adding lube further up his hole. I leaned over, spat on his asshole, stood back up and put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up his ass with a snap of my hips as he grimaced and whined. I grinned to myself as my weapon slid right up his ass which seemed to embrace it. Once hilted, I flexed my dick in him, feeling his hole snugly around it as it expanded in him each time I flexed. He grimaced with each slight expansion of my dick as he felt the power of me within him. I then began fucking him, starting off with a series of hip-snaps to tear him up inside as much as possible, my grip on his hips keeping him in place while I enjoyed putting it to him. I then settled into more regular thrusting using him the way we men use a woman. Although he had been fucked quite a number of times he was nice and tight for my loggerhead. I didn't really care as long as I had a nice piece of that asshole and pozzed him. He began getting used to the pain as the sounds of the fuck filled the room and I could tell he was beginning to enjoy being used by a manly stud like me. I had seen some of the other guys he'd been with as well as saw a few of them having their pieces of him, mostly with condoms. His bullpen ranged from poofy guys whom he 69ed with to masculine total Top men like me who fucked and used him but just about all of them had smaller dicks then my eight and a half inches and they were either neg, wore rubbers or just plain failed to poz him. I felt blessed to have a good sized dick which could pump pain into most holes, stretch-rip their holes inside and knock-up just about any neg ass hole I fucked. I fucked that asshole with gay abandon, enjoying how good I felt, knowing he would be my next victim. I fucked him harder and faster, he tried to get away but my grip on his hips and the threat of me jabbing my thick nails into him held him fast as I pounded away, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass which likely could have been heard outside the restroom. I knew he was still feeling some pain but being the man in our relationship my priority was my enjoyment of the piece and getting my HIV-laden rocks off in him. A few more minutes brought me to pre-nut as I continued fucking him. I felt it coming and let my hips take over and then finally nutted in the asshole while trying to keep my knees from shaking. My dick felt excellent as I hilted myself to pump my initial rapid-fire spurts off in the punk who seemed relieved even though the expansion of my dick in his hole renewed the pain just a little. After my initial volley finished I repeatedly pulled halfway out and slammed it home to pump the rest of my sperms into his abraded rectum and force them and their HIV load into his rectal walls. I hilted myself again and left it in a moment, enjoying how good I felt knocking-up his AIDS-virgin hole by shooting my virus-laden cum inside him and repeatedly thrusting to mash it into his anal walls to enter his system. My dick felt great like I was still cumming as I kept thrusting, enjoying the thrill of exercising my manly power to fuck someone up by fucking him. A couple of minutes later I finished thrusting and pulled out, my dick satisfied. I checked it. It was fairly clean, a tad of cum, brown and some blood on it. "Okay, suck it clean," I ordered him. He gave a disgusted look but turned around and knelt before me to suck off and swallow what he'd left on my dick when I pulled out. He seemed about to vomit a couple of times but fortunately he didn't. I sure felt good having used him as a urinal, cunt, cum-dump and dick-cleaner, just another way of proving my superior manhood and his lack thereof as well as the really good orgasm my dick felt when I ejaculated my dirty poz spunk in him and forced my virus into his bloodstream with my continued thrusts. Another manly stud's conquest and victory over yet another lesser man. A couple of minutes later the last of what he'd left on my dick reached his stomach. He sucked off of my now clean dick and kissed it and my balls as I had reminded him to do. Satisfied, I pulled up my pants and washed my hands while he licked his chops while pulling up his pants. I stepped past him on my way out the door. Ty was coming up from the store room in back so I glanced at Mark to let him know our time in the john was definitely up. He slunk by. I greeted Ty as Mark slipped out and split, likely ashamed of himself. Ty gave me a knowing grin. "I'll get you next time Ty. See you then," I said. "The sooner the better," he replied as he entered the john to piss. I decided to formally introduce Ty to Mark next time so they could get it on. I was glad Ty harbored no ill feelings toward me for pozzing him the year before. I still remembered how great the fuck was and how utterly fantastic my dick felt when I injected my virus-laden sperms carrying their deadly toxic load into Ty's ass. I was later jazzed that he was glad he had been pozzed by me instead of someone like Mark. He never told his father I was the stud who had pozzed him. Several weeks later I saw Mark. He was feeling ill, likely catching the HIV flu. I took the time to check on him a week later. He was worse and the week after that he was bedridden, sweating and suffering the other symptoms of the flu. A bedside table next to his nighstand held almost a dozen different medications. Seeing how he was suffering got my dick hard, same as when I'd seen Ty about a month after I'd knocked him up. As I had desired to do with Ty, I wanted to jerk off into his mouth but saved it and went and fucked Ty who shared my delight in pozzing Mark. I again remembered how good I felt nutting in Ty, my big horny penis pumping my life-changing jizzum in him and when I pulled out of him how he lovingly sucked my weapon clean and gave it and my balls a big kiss even though he knew I was poz. Mark was suffering as bad as Ty had from my potent virus. I felt fortunate my own suffering hadn't been that bad, thanks to being in top physical condition and starting me meds just as soon as I suspected I'd caught the bug. Like Ty before him, Mark had taken a week or two longer to recover than it had taken me. Mark wasnt too happy but he was glad he would never need to worry about the AIDS flu again nor having to ask the men who fucked him to use condoms but on the other hand he knew his life would be shortened and filled with needing to take meds and suffer the side-effects for the rest of it. I myself took my meds religiously but many poz guys slacked or took 'holidays' which made the meds less effective when they resumed taking them. As with Ty, I fucked Mark several more times, enjoying fucking him shooting more of my toxic pozz jizz in him, each time remembering how great I felt when I pozzed him. I also fucked his mouth a few times so he could taste my dick and the cum that changed his life.

I had pozzed three assholes, the first one who had taken a good hard fisting, the last two with the help of my poz-stud friends Ken and Joel. Ken had shown me how to use my fingernails, should I ever decide to stop keeping mine bitten to the nubs. Joel showed me his secret of the stiff-bristled toothbrush. The day after the news of my pozzing the third punk with Joel's help, I headed to a few stores to find a toothbrush and a container like Joel had. I had tried the store where Joel said he'd bought his and then some others before finally finding it. Next was the container. A plastic travel toothbrush box sufficed for mine. Once I had my copy of Joel's secret weapon all I needed was a neg hole to use it in. I frequented the bar where chasers were known to cruise as well as other places. One thing in my favor was that I still looked and acted healthy mainly because sticking to my regimen kept me healthy. I also hadnt gotten my biohaz tattoo yet. This allowed stealthing which I wasnt above doing if some neg hole was an asshole. Several gift-givers had said that someone who was drunk or high could be an easier conquest. Half the holes I fucked were drunk or high anyway. I didnt really care since all they were to me was a hole to get my HIV-laden rocks off in. Their assholes were usually more relaxed as well as felt less pain when they were stoned. I enjoyed pozzing anyone with my sperms whether they were old enough to be my father or fresh out of college. The younger ones gave more a thrill because unlike older men who enjoyed a long disease free life, the younuns in their early twenties would spend their adult lives on drug regimens and never live the full neg life of older men who enjoyed healthy lives. I finally met a guy at the bar who seemed to fit my criteria. I struck up a conversation and he started talking. He was just a month or two shy of twenty-two just graduated college and told me about his new prospective job he'd get with his new college degree and how he planned to "enjoy life for a couple of years" before getting married, having kids and climbing the corporate ladder. After his boasting he mentioned that he had tested neg at the clinic that afternoon. My dick started hardening in my pants and I couldnt wait to get it up his ass and get my HIV-carrying rocks off in it. "You ready to take my meat?" I finally asked after wasting another half hour shooting the shit. He asked me if we could go to my place or a motel. I suggested the motel where I had taken my conquests for the past couple of decades. No need to let some piece of ass know where I lived, in case one decided to fuck with me later. Even the ID in my wallet had one of my old addresses. We headed over to the motel and checked in. Dave the proprietor was his jovial self as he took our deposit and handed me the room key. We headed to the room at the back, one of the ones I usually rented. Once in I let him suck on my cock to get it hard. He sucked it good until I told him I wanted to pump my first load up his ass. He stopped sucking and we stripped. He looked great with his gym-toned body. "It's all yours!" he said, patting his neg ass. The great part was that he was pretty well loaded on the drinks I'd plied him with at the bar but I had some poppers along with my lube and toothrush. I had him lay on his stomach on the bed with a pillow under his pelvis, handed him the popper and got out my toothbrush and lube. I lubed the brush enough to allow easy entry without him feeling too much pain and then stuck it up his ass. I then twisted it inside him. He seemed to think I had fingers and nails like Ken's, he'd likely not taken much of a look at my smoother smaller fingers and bitten nails. I then got the handle between my palms and gave it a couple of spins before pumping it back and forth in him as I rotated it and then pulled it out. It was pretty bloody. I put it back in its holder to avoid blood dripping off onto the already stained bedsheet. I mounted the punk, put my penis to his anus and entered. The grease I'd applied to the brush was all the lube I needed. I lay on his back and began fucking him. Soon my dick seemed to get even harder knowing what I was doing to him. I fucked him for maybe five minutes and let my orgasm build. I then progressed over a few more thrusts and then blasted spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into him, my dick feeling really great with each spurt, one of my best feeling most intense orgasms ever. I let my dick pump my first volley into him and then thrust until I was sure I was spent. I then lay on his back enjoying the afterfuck, thrusting from time to time. Each thrust mashing my infected sperms into his rectal walls added to the fantastic feeling of having pumped my AIDS into him. I grinned thinking of how his life would change not to mention how he'd feel when that "AIDS flu" knocked him for a loop as well as how devastated he'd be after his doctor told him he had been infected. Since he was a drunken or high bar pickup and I looked like someone he ordinarily wouldnt be attracted to when he was sober he likely wouldnt know who knocked him up. I thrust a few more times and rested. I lay on his back for about ten minutes and decided to take a short nap on his back with my dick still in his ass and then enjoy getting off a second load before pulling out. My dick remaining in his ass would also keep my sperms pressed into his anal walls hastening the transfer of my virus into his bloodstream. He was relaxed and seemed to like me on his back so I rested. We didnt have the conversations I often had after I nutted in someone because he was still too drunk to carry on one. I enjoyed how good my dick felt snug in his hole and my sperms carrying their viral load into his system while he was oblivious to that part of the fuck. I almost dozed off completely but by then nearly an hour had passed since my first load so I began taking short strokes in order for my semi-hard dick to reharden without coming out. Once I was hard enough I took full strokes. It took longer to get off but it was as good feeling a fuck as the first load. The added turnon was further forcing the HIV from my first load into him with each thrust as well as adding more virus with my second load. Needless to say I had a ball. My second orgasm felt just as intensely good as my first, that feeling of masculine power in my loins as I pumped my life-changing spunk into him knowing the misery he would suffer the rest of his life from that afternoon of giving me and my dick the ultimate pleasure. After my initial volley I resumed thrusting as soon as the hyper sensitivity wore off until I was spent. My dick felt so fucking good! I lay on his back thrusting for a few more minutes before finally withdrawing and dismounting. I noticed a mixture of pink with a trace of brown and grinned to myself knowing I had accomplished my mission: I knocked his ass up forever. My male ego swelled. "Is it over? So soon?" he asked, his speech still a bit slurred. "I've gotten my use out of you for now. Thanks for the nice piece of ass." I replied I would have liked for him to suck my dick clean but he was still too intoxicated to trust him not to bite it. I washed my dick off, rinsed my toothbrush clean and shook it dry and put it away, got dressed, then I helped him get dressed. Having gotten him to his feet I led him out the door and sat him on the steps leading to the second floor. I turned in the room key, collected the deposit and then led the dude back to the bar. I looked for any of my poz friends but didnt see any so I led him to an alley a couple of blocks from the bar and left him there to sober up. I thought about him from time to time over the next month since I didnt see him in the bar. It was a couple of months later when I got word that he had gone through the AIDS flu and tested poz. I was as elated as he was devastated. Joel and I had to jerk each others hard throbbing dicks off while thinking of all the punk's dreams being dashed. He would try to find a potential wife and get jobs but he would be having trouble with his meds and end up getting worse. He ended up on welfare with a series of skank girlfriends and a few boyfriends and abusive relationships, a stretch of drug and alcohol abuse, and a few arrests, never to achieve his dreams of a trophy wife and kids, palatial mansion, expensive cars and six-figure income from a prestigious career. The power of my penis, small as it is, was awesome, thanks to my viral load and the help from Joel's idea of his hard-bristled toothbrush.

Ken had helped me poz my second neg ass with the help of his callused fingers and jagged nails preparing it for my assault. It was a great feeling for me to add the bug-chaser twink to my conquests. Ken said he would introduce me to a friend of his who was similar to me, at least as far as dick size and hands went. Joel was a year younger than me, sported a fuller head of blond hair, wore wire-rim aviator-style glasses, was an inch taller than me and was not as fat as me. His fingers and thumbs were thicker than mine with nails bitten deeper than mine. "Pleased to meet you Joel." I said as we shook hands. I was glad when he greeted me warmly and how affectionate he was when we hugged and kissed. We three discussed pozzing and how great our dicks felt when we cummed in neg holes and our sense of accomplishment when the holes we bred seroconverted as proved by their subsequent "aids flu" and the diagnosis. Some poz-studs also got off on the misery their conquests suffered much as sadists get off in inflicting pain to masochists or the way I enjoyed pumping pain into virgin holes with my thrusts back in those days when I was neg. Joel and I kept in touch over the next few weeks, each of us looking for a bug-chaser or at least a neg hole for me to get my loads off in. We also frequented a couple of bars where the cruising was decent. One day about a week after we started hunting Joel showed me how he achieved positive results: he took out a metal tube, unscrewed the cap on one end and produced what looked like an ordinary toothbrush. "What's that for?" I asked. He explained, "See these bristles?" he said while pointing to them, "This is a hard-bristle toothbrush. Most dentists recommend soft bristles so these are harder to find. Also, this round handle allows me to quickly spin it in the hole to instantly rough-up his twat. I just shove it in, rotate it, pull it out and put my dick in, fuck him and poz him. Positive results each and every time." He grinned as he rubbed his dick through his pants. He said that just a couple of turns, which he showed by spinning it between his palms, sanded the anus inside and it always came out red. We finally met a neg hole willing to put out. He was a good stocky guy in his late twenties, about my height but not really fat like me, more Joel's build. He was blond and had been an athlete in high school and college. I wondered why he wanted to throw a good healthy life away to be poz. I asked him and he said that it was the "in" thing that poz guys seemed to have more friends and they didnt need to worry about condoms and safe sex any more. We went to the clinic to have him tested to make sure he was still neg and arranged for him to stay with us for two weeks while either Joel or I kept an eye on him so he wouldnt "cheat" on us and possibly get pozzed by someone else. We then returned to the clinic where he still tested neg. We went straght from the clinic to Joel's pad and got ready to fuck. Joel had the dude strip and put on a hood mask on his head so he couldnt see who'd actually fuck him. He then guided the fella to his bed and had him take the prone position with a pillow under his pelvis to raise his ass and spread his legs wide. He then produced his secret weapon and added just enough grease to allow easy penetration and shoved it up his ass until only half the handle remained visible while holding his lower back down with his other hand. He then placed his hands on either side of the handle and spun it between his palms and fingers as the dude asked if it was a new kind of vibrator. "It's a kind of a stimulater."Joel answered while smiling at me and then pulled it out. Sure enough it was quite red. Joel then had the guy get up. He opened the flap over the mouth of the hood so he could suck on my dick. He seemed to be a good cocksucker even with the leather hood on. If I wanted a blowjob I would have let him suck me to orgasm so I could cum in his mouth and let him swallow my load, but of course I was there to get my AIDS off in his ass to infect him. I knew he thought he was sucking Joel's dick and that I was the spectator. Once my dick was hard and wet with his spit Joel had him return to his position as before. I added just enough grease to my dickhead to facilitate a comfortable entry for my uncut dick, spat on his asshole and mounted him. Joel took my dick and aimed it at the hole and nodded. I let my weight drive it home and hilted myself as the fella grunted in the bit of pain I put to him when entering him. His hole wasnt as tight as the previous one I knocked-up, it seemed made for my intact dick. I began fucking him enjoying how good I felt using him as the cunt he was. He seemed to like the fuck I was putting to him and I liked that he was unwittingly respecting my manhood and superiority over him. I was so turned on, also partly because my new buddy Joel was right beside us that I nutted in less than five minutes, my dick deep up the asshole spurting dangerous happy-sauce into the hole in powerful contractions. After a couple minutes I finished fucking him to pump the rest of my poz jizz into him. Knowing that my sperms were delivering their life-changing load into him via the cuts & scrapes from Joel's toothbrush helped keep my fucking dick harder longer after cumming. I rested on the punk's back, thrusting from time to time, until my dick finally shriveled up and I dismounted. "Good fuck." I said as if Joel had fucked the dude. Joel smiled at me and then had the punk get up. He removed the mouth flap from the hood again and had the 'hole suck my dick clean. He also kissed it and my balls at Joel's reminding. Since we were all naked the punk couldnt tell who had fucked him since my dick was as clean as Joel's. "OK you can take it off."Joel told the freshly-pozzed bugchaser. Joel helped the punk undo the snaps and straps that held the hood in place and pulled it off his head. He was smiling as if Joel had fucked him. We had the punk remain living here for another couple of weeks before sending him home. The timing seemed perfect. About a week after kicking him out he caught the AIDS flu and had called Joel. Joel then called me and my dick sprang to hardness when he told me. I masturbated and headed to his place to hi-5 and share the joy before heading to the bar to share the news with a few fellow poz studs, one of whom was versatile and attended to my hardon since I was still horny. The fat faggot I pozzed failed to stay on his drug regimen and ended up losing weight, catching numerous diseases and died a couple of decades later. Ken, Joel and I remained faithful to our regimens and keeping doctor appointments so we remained healthy in our sixties.

I had been pozzed but so far had successfully pozzed only one hole in the two or three years since my misfortune. That first hole took but only bcause he had been brutally fisted a day or two before and he just wanted a small dick to shoot some cum into him to ease the pain and friction. That was when I found out how much better my dick felt and how more intense and pleasurable my orgasms were when I knocked-up a neg hole. The deck was stacked against me: Few were attracted to a short fat balding man who wore "nerdy" glasses which I wore because other kinds seldom fit my face, I had a small uncut dick, small fingers and bit my nails because it was better for my line of work in a factory and I cant stand having the dead white on the ends of them anyway. Keeping my nails short also enhanced masturbating which I enjoyed almost as much as fucking ass and getting my cock sucked. Even now masturbating when I cant find a piece of ass or a decent cockscker still gives my dick pleasure. I did have the advantage of being all masculine instead of having any effeminate looks or actions like a number of guys I knew or fucked. Most of the holes I did fuck were already pozz and most of the neg holes I fucked tended to stay neg. My orgasms from fucking ass and getting my cock sucked felt good but that first hole I pozzed gave my dick that extra great feeling orgasm similar to a great fuck in my early twenties when I successfully broke a virgin asshole's cherry and fucked him til I came in him while he begged me to stop, screamed and cried from the abject pain I enjoyed putting to his ass with each thrust of my dick, an excellent orgasm repeated when I pozed the first neg hole. I was so excited when I got the news that I was the stud who knocked-up the little twink's near-virgin ass I had to go masturbate. Ken a poz friend of mine with a dick as small as mine told me I should stop biting my nails so I could cut up a rectum with a nail like he did but I'd then need to clean the asshole's shit from under my nails which I knew was a bitch according to some of the fist fuckers I knew. Ken set up a three-way date with a neg bug-chaser twink whom he picked up for my pleasure. When Ken introduced us the 'chaser wasnt too happy that I would knock him up but all I cared about was that fucking him would add to my pleasure and feeling of masculine superiority and male ego when I pozzed his ass with my HIV-laden sperms. "Well, I'm twice the man he'll ever be so I'll enjoy breeding the bitch." I told Ken. The punk gave me a dirty look, mainly because the truth hurt. At least he wasnt a flaming fem queen, being just an average garden variety semi-unisex-looking twink-dude in his early twenties. Ken pointed to his sex mattress on the floor which had a rubber sheet on it topped by a stained bedsheet and told the punk lay on his stomach on it, legs spread wide. He then shoved his callused index finger up the asshole without any lube, pumped and twisted it in there and then added a second finger, thrust and twisted them in there while the twink whined and gritted his teeth in pain until he pulled them out. They had blood on them which he didnt let the twink see. Ken made him get up and suck my forty-three year old dick to hardness, then said, "She's all yours, Arnold, have a good piece." After sucking my dick the fella returned to his position on his stomach on the mattress, with a pillow under his pelvis, and spread his legs. I added some grease to his spit on my dickhead and mounted him. I lined up my shot with Ken's help and then entered the hole. He was decently tight, a cut man would have found him perfect. I liked how his ass snugged around my dick, reminding me of how good my dick felt when I successfully broke that ass-cherry two decades earlier. I hilted my dick in him, flexed it and commenced fucking him. He had to get used to my weight on his back as well as my grip when I held his upper arms to raise my upper torso for increased penetration. I fucked him good, enjoying how good my dick felt in him and my feeling of the masculine power in my loins and my balls to change his life, feeding my manly ego as I exercised my masculine sexual power to enjoy myself getting my rocks off in the asshole, enhanced by what my potentially deadly sperms would do to him. I fucked him at a pace that made my dick feel good. Within minutes I got my urge, picked up the pace, fucked him faster and hilted my dick up the asshole as my penis pumped my load into him in rapidfire spurts as I remained hilted in him. I enjoyed how really great my orgasm felt shooting my AIDS into him, my climax-swelled penis feeling excellent shooting-off powerful spurts of loaded cum. After about a minute the sensitivity eased off and I resumed fucking until my balls were empty and my dick started getting soft. "Man that felt good!" I said as I dismounted and stood beside the mattress waiting for the cunt to get up and suck my dick clean. He finally got his ass up, knelt before me and sucked it clean. Ken had to remind him to kiss it and my balls, a finish that was doubly important to me considering what my poz cum would do to him starting in about three weeks. Ken and I hugged and french kissed. The twink then decided that we were finished with him and got dressed. "Have a nice day sweetie and let us know how you feel next month" Ken said. The twink muttered something as he left. Ken and I hi-fived, hugged & french kissed and went to the local gay/bi watering hole to enjoy a beer. A month later the bitch didnt contact us but word got out about the flu that made him feel like he was beaten to a pulp in an alley. My dick sprang to attention in my pants and I had to wank it off while thinking of the hell the twink would face for the rest of his life, just as I had after finding that I'd knocked-up my first HIV-conquest. Ken had helped me prove my potent manhood and for me to enjoy a great feeling orgasm by pozzing an asshole. He would later introduce me to a friend much like myself who had his own solution to my problem.

46 year old stud Ned getting his poz rocks off pumping his HIV in the eighteen year old Joel-hole is enough to get just about anyone hard&horny.