Tailgunner

Damn that makes our dicks hard. He sounds like a hero bragging about how he nailed another loser. Good use of his nails too.

Reading about our studly sex-hero Mr. Tibbs asserting his superior masculinity putting pussy-hole Timmy in his/her place, knowing how good his dick felt fucking the punk, getting his rocks off in its twat and adding the piece of cunt to his harem gave me a raging hardon. Mr. Tibbs is what a real Man is all about and has more masculinity in each of his strong manly fingers than Timmy has in his/her whole body. The only time Timmy had more masculinity in him was when the dicks of real Men like Mr. Tibbs were inside him. Even though Timmy wasnt effeminate he seems like a women compared to real Men like Mr. Tibbs. I know that pussy-punks like Timmy and other less-than-manly types often daydream about getting fucked by real Men like Mr. Tibbs and enjoy getting fucked and used by real Men like Mr. Tibbs when and if it actually happens. If I was to be given the choice between being a pretty-boy sports jock or being a real Man like Mr. Tibbs, I'd retain my manhood by being Mr. Tibbs without so much as thinking about it.

I had made a date with Gilbert. We were lucky to both have a morning shift at the mall during our vacations from our regular jobs. That afternoon after quitting time we met at the clinic where he took his last test that would show him as neg. "Hi Gil, glad you made it." I greeted him as we headed into the clinic. "Me too. I've wanted your meat in me since we met!" he gushed. I had wanted to breed him since we met at the orientation meeting for the Santa and elf gigs we'd landed that winter. He knew I was poz from the bio-haz tattoo I had strategically placed above my pubes so anyone sucking on my cock would see it but he was more interested in feeling my masculinity in his ass than in worrying about getting infected by my dirty cum. I myself was interested in confirming he was neg so I'd know it was my package that would knock his ass up with my gift. Once he had his results my dick began to harden in my pants as we left the clinic. We piled into my sled and headed to the cheap hourly motel where several of us guys took our conquests. The only problem that afternoon was neither of us had brought lube. I was going to buy some but got off work late and barely made it to the clinic to meet him. We parked a block from the motel and walked along the block to see if the drug store was open. It wasnt, its paper "Going Out of Business" banner half-hanging from its tape in the front window next to a "This Space Available" sign with a management company's number on it leaning against the glass under it. "Dont worry about lube. I have the solution." I assured him. He slipped his hand into mine as we walked, separating before we walked into the holiday-decorated lobby. Dave, wearing a red and green flannel shirt and red and white pointed Christmas cap, was at the desk. I greeted him with a mighty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" and we shook hands. "Dave, meet Gilbert. Gilbert meet David." I said. They shook hands and exchanged "Pleased to meet yous"s. Gil handed Dave the twenty-five bucks that would start things off and signed the guest register. "Have fun guys." Dave said with a wink as he handed me the room key. "We're gonna have fun alright, I'm delivering a gift from my package." I replied with a chuckle as I grabbed my crotch. "Dave's sexy. I'm glad he fucked me last month." Gil revealed as we headed up the walk to our room at the back of the building. He had also been tested a week or two after Dave's piece of him and showed up neg. Dave's deplorably fat ugly wife had been a looker when they got married but two kids and then nearly four decades later her eating habits and frigidity took their toll so Dave had discovered masturbating in a new light after resuming biting his nails to the nubs and discovered the delights of dicking the gay and bi bottoms and versatiles. He was still fortunate to not have contracted the HIV unlike myself, no thanks to a dick-biter. Once in the room I shucked the top half of my Santa outfit and my boots while Gil peeled off his elf suit. "Open the package." I told Gil after he'd stripped. He unbuckled my belt, opened my fly and dropped my red trousers. He then carefully dropped my undershorts to reveal the package that would send my gift to him. He kissed my dick which began hardening and I grinned as I stepped out of my trousers and my undershorts. We examined each other. It was our first look at each other nude, our previous time together this sugar-plum fairy had given me head and even though he swallowed my load it didnt transmit my virus into him. We contrasted nicely. He was 22 and looked like a cross between a classic nerd and a sugar-plum fairy with his preppy haircut bleached for his elf gig and no facial hair. He was almost a head shorter than my 6' 2" as well as on the slender side well under 200 compared to my robust 255. He sported the kind of glasses men wore in the '60's, unremarkable hands and about 5 cut inches. Before he bleached his hair he resembled the nerds we kicked sand in the faces of at the beach, the difference was that instead of having a fat homely pimple-faced girlfriend he screwed fems and pantywaists and was a "girlfriend" to us big horny gay & bi men. I would figuritively kick sand in his face in a much bigger, and permanent, way. I myself was beefy, sported a crewcut with a baldspot at the back of my 36 year old head, a full beard which had been powdered white after letting it grow longer as part of the Santa outfit so I wouldnt need to wear the fake beard, wire rim glasses like many men wore in the '70', a bit of a gut, bitten nails, 7 cut inches and size 12 feet. I also had decent body hair which Gil all but lacked. My regular job at the plant kept me moving and physically fit. "What'll we do for lube?" he asked. "Spit in my hand." I told him. We both spat in the palm of my right hand and took a position where I could reach around and jerk him off. As predicted his dick began swelling in my hand, gaining full hardness in mere seconds. I began jacking him off. Even though he was cut he came in a mere five minutes as I shifted my hand to catch his jizz shooting in numerous spurts into my palm as I massaged his cockhead with my thumb and milked the last of his last negative load out of his dick. Once all his cum was in my hand he turned around, knelt, sucked my dick to full hardness and left it wet with his spit. He then lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I smeared his cum onto my dick. I spat on his hole, mounted him, acquired my target and let my weight drive it home hilting my rod in his ass to pin him to the bed while he yelped and got used to the pain. I flexed my dick in him and began fucking him. His hole was still nice and tight unlike the older much-used assholes I've fucked. I lay on the nerd's back and fucked him with gay abandon. I took my pleasure fucking him, enjoying how good my dick felt in him and how good I felt exercising my masculinity and superiority over Gil as well as adding him to my list of conquests and possibly my harem, plus the extra good feeling my dick would experience when I pumped my virus-laden load into him. I took my time, dragging the fuck out in order to stretch and open his anal lining as much as possible to facilitate transfer of my virus into his bloodstream. Knowing how much damage I could do by corkscrewing my hips, varying my angles of thrusting and how I sometimes brutally snapped my hips to tear him up inside added to my excitement of this fuck. I had plain fucked a neg hole a few years before, just a month after my first positive test result and failed to knock the asshole up. A friend told me about how he worked his dick in neg holes to ensure a positive outcome so I heeded his advice which proved correct, as I put it to use and successfully knocked-up the asshole I'd failed to impregnate the first time. That second time also gave me a noticably better orgasm. After a few minutes of alternating with my angles and harsh thrusts, I settled into a rythym as my pelvis rocked steadily pumping my rock-hard penis in his ass, steadily increasing my pace to brutal pile-driving, as I got closer to orgasm. The whole fuck lasted about fifteen minutes ending in me raising myself in a semi-pushup position with my hands on his shoulders, jack-hammering my dick in his ass pounding him into the bed and hilting my loggerhead taking shorter strokes as I blasted my nasty poz load up his ass in half a dozen rapid-fire spurts followed by a series of joy-filled hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my load off into him. As with the previous neg holes I pozzed my dick felt excellent, even beyond the virgin hole I tore up when I was eighteen, how good my dick felt as it spasmed in pure joy and ecxtacy deriving extreme pleasure by filling Gil with the kind of pain he hadnt felt since he gave up his anal cherry and pumping the virus from my poz seed through his torn anal walls into his system. Knowing he was in agony added to my sense of conquest, his ass filled with pain, my now-spent dick and of course my gift. "That's a great fuck you threw into me stud!" he gushed as I lay on his back, my dick still buried in his sore hole while I caught my breath. "Thanks. You're a good piece of ass. My dick feels good in you." I replied and thrust some more, my dick still feeling good in his cunt of a hole. A few minutes later I pulled out and dismounted. I stood by the bed and waited for him to get up. He sat on the side of the bed, leaned over and sucked my cock into his mouth. He sucked it for several minutes before sucking off of it leaving it clean and dry. He kissed my cockhead and my balls which were a bit sweaty. I felt really great, my ego further swelled by him kissing my cock and balls that had just caused him pain and pumped my life-changing gift-carrying sperms into his ass. "I need to take a piss. Get in the bathtub." I told him as we headed to the bathroom. He stepped into the tub and knelt as ordered. I stepped into the other end, put my penis in his mouth, he wrapped his lips around it and I began urinating. He was quite proficient at gulping it without letting very much at all leak from between his lips and my shaft. As with all my previous times pissing in someone's mouth, it felt as good as cumming in it. After I was finished he slowly sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed my glans. We stepped out of the tub and he wiped his ass. A bit of blood along with some cum that had leaked out of his ass showed up on the paper. "Now you know what you're in for. In a few weeks you'll get the flu and feel like you were turned-out in jail for about a month, then you'll be on meds for the rest of your life. If you take any "holidays" from your meds they'll lose their effectiveness and you'll end up a veggie before you die," I told him as we got dressed. I checked things before we left the room for the front office. He slumped and looked down, the reality that he'd be feeling the consequanses of submitting to my powerful studmanship beginning to sink in as we entered the lobby and walked to the desk. "You guys have a good time?" Dave asked when we checked out. "We had a Gay ol' time, as always. The gift has been delivered." I replied with a grin and grabbed my package through my pants as he handed Gil his remaining deposit and hung the room key on its hook. "Merry Christmas Dave, see you next time." I said as we men shook hands. On our way to drop him off, Gil said he'd have love for Dave and me to spit-roast him. I tols him Dave wouldnt go for it because he didnt want to chance catching the virus now that I'd pozzed him. Gil's ass was so sore from the great fuck I'd thrown into his ass that he didnt do much more than suck a few dicks and let one of the punks suck him off and he let another bottom rim him to assuage the pain for the next month. He did attend a couple of Christmas parties and we finished our moonlighting gig. I went to Gil's place three weeks later, a week after Christmas. He was starting to feel lousy as hell, the initial flu taking hold, a confirmation that my package had accomplished my mission of delivering my gift into him. He had called in sick to his regular job. He was beginning to have mixed feelings about giving his ass to me to breed him, given the misery he was starting to endure. I hid my joy of putting it to him until I got to Foster's place where I fucked his ass to a nice orgasm while thinking of how he and Gil each had suffered in pain while I fucked them and how Foster suffered from the aids flu that Gil was beginning to suffer from thanks to the joyful fucks I'd thrown into them. I'd fucked Foster so good that he had cummed, the only thing better that day would have been pozzing another neg hole but I hadnt met any at the time so screwing Foster's ass and mouth would do. Each had bitter feelings toward me for knocking them up but fortunately that passed, especially because they were bug-chasing anyway and wanted to be bred by a masculine stud before some less-worthy poz dude nailed them. As Foster had, Gil suffered the flu and was still weak for a while. He was fortunate that his boss had a shred of sympathy and gave him his old job back when he was able to return to work. As with me, he stayed on his meds and recovered and became part of my quasi-harem. He was still a good piece of ass and I fucked him regularly with no further need for the pelvic acrobatics I used when "preparing" neg holes for seeding. As with the other holes I pozzed, the pozzing fucks were the best ones giving me my best orgasms but the subsequent times I fucked them and let them suck me off still felt good, the way they accepted my gift and accepted that I had pozzed them and still put-out to me added to my post-pozzing thrills when I got off in them.

Excellent story. I'm already hard and oozing precum fantasizing I'm that massive masculine man enjoying putting the little poof in his place taking the first piece of tight virgin ass of the less than masculine little quiff getting my rocks off in him, my ejaculatory pleasure enhanced by pumping pain and then cum and a load of HIV into his tight twat as I assert my masculine superiority over him.

I had been poz for a couple of years having caught it at thirty-one. I was a normal looking and acting blue collar working man of 6' and still weighed 200. My short hair, full beard and regular man's glasses and nails clipped to the quick left no doubt to me being a normal masculine Top. My job at the plant eliminated any need to work out in a gym. As an experiment we had let the little poof who worked in the secetarial pool in the front office try his hand at some of our jobs in the plant but he lacked the strength, stamina or even ability to learn the work. I was neg back then and had been one of several men to pump our loads up his ass and down his throat, further introducing him to the world of bisexuality although he had been fucked once in a while starting when he had earned a business degree at the local junior college. I had unknowingly pozzed my lover with the best orgasm I had in him. Fortunately I had proof that he was cheating on me so he decided to stay together although that fuck I pozzed him with would always be the best my dick ever felt in him. My orgasms felt better and more intense when I pozzed a neg hole, a feeling shared by some of my poz friends who enjoyed pumping their toxic loads up neg. asses. Before that I had similar great orgasms breaking in virgin assholes with my nearly 7" cut meat. It must have been the nice tightness of a virgin hole combined with the thrill of putting pain to the asshole making him suffer for my sexual enjoyment while I felt nothing but pleasure, albeit sadistic pleasure, proving my manhood by showing off my masculinity by fucking him to orgasm while he cried begging me to stop or pull out while feeling sorry for himself enduring the pain I enjoyed putting to him with each stroke of my dick in his sore virgin hole culminated by a really great feeling orgasm when I ejaculated in him. One day I was shooting the shit with some friends at a local jeans and leather bar when someone mentioned a "wierdo" who wanted to give his ass cherry to a masculine poz Top. When someone saw my face brighten up we knew I would give the gift to the bug-chaser. The thought of filling someone with meat, precum, pain, cum and virus got my dick hard and starting to precum in my pants in no time. "Sure, I'll be glad to have the honor." I replied when asked. A couple afternoons later the chaser and I were formally introduced. Foster was eighteen years and two months old. He had sucked a few of our dicks starting the week after his eighteenth birthday and had no ill effects even though at least one of the loads he swallowed was poz from my dick. He was smaller and slightly lighter in weight than me, lacking my physical strength. His long hair which was normal for young men at the time and lack of facial hair as well as other aspects betrayed his desire to be the bottom. Foster said I filled the bill so we checked into the cheap hourly motel where some of us shagged our conquests. Foster and I stripped while the rest of my team took all the available seats on the sofa and two chairs in the room. Foster and I sat on the bed side by side and I draped my arm around his somewhat narrow shoulders like a boyfriend's arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "You sure you want this and my virus up your ass?" I asked him, holding my hard dick with my other hand for him to admire. "I fuck hard and I dont stop until I get my rocks off. You will be in pain and then you will be infected with the HIV and AIDS the rest of your life. You will be on meds with sometimes horrible side effects and will gradually decline in health. If you fail to take your neds every day as prescribed you will get sick and the meds wont be as effective even if you take more. You understand?" I told him. I omitted giving him advice like making like he was trying to shit the dick out when it entered him which would have made it easier for him., such advice and other pain-reducing advice was reserved for my virgin friends. "Yes Ken, I understand." he softly replied. 'OK, suck it hard." I said as I stood up. Foster knelt and sucked my already semi-hard precum-oozing dick into his mouth. He was a good cocksucker. Had it not been my purpose to fuck his ass I would have let him suck me off and swallow my load as he had a few weeks before. Instead I pulled my cock from his mouth, saying, "OK. I'm hard. Lay on your stomach and spread your legs. Put that pillow under your crotch to raise your ass for me." I then greased up while he obeyed me, using just enough water based lube to make entry easy for me and then dry up after a while to facilitate my dick tearing up his insides which would facilitate easier passage of my virus into him. I spat on his hole, mounted him and felt him kind of shiver under me as I put my dickhead to his tight hole. The guys were all looking with rapt attention, most with their on hardons out, as I then let my weight drive it into Foster who yelped and then screamed as my glans broke through his sphincters and into him. I shoved it right up his ass and hilted myself with a couple of quick harsh thrusts in him, pinning him to the bed, as he screamed in abject pain. I preferred entering a cherry this way, reserving gentle entry and fucking for my friends, as opposed to strictly having a ball getting my rocks off the way I like to in conquests like Foster. The hot tightness of his asshole made my dick feel real good, I liked how it snugged around my shaft as well as how his ass muscles contracted around my dick as he vainly tried to eject it from his sore hole. He was an ideal lively piece of cunt. I flexed my love muscle in him as he cried for me to pull out. "Ken Please pull out! It hurts like hell!. Pull out! Pull OUT!" he screamed as Tom took off his shoes and pulled his dirty athletic socks off his feet. I lay my full weight on Foster's back as Tom and a couple of other guys stuffed Tom's smelly socks into his mouth and tied them in place as the punk fought to escape his obligation to me. I began fucking him which put more pain to his sore hole. "Shut up bitch, You agreed to let me break your ass cherry and fuck you now you need to honor your obligation to me." I snarled and gave a brutal sharp thrust which made him spasm. "Good thing Tom had those thick socks. I bet Dave and his wife in the front office could hear those fuckin' screams." someone said. I gave the bitch a break by starting off slowly since even a slow stroke added to his pain and made my dick feel good with his virgin tightness. Several of the men held him in place to prevent him from rolling or wiggling out from under me and dislodging my super horny dick as I thrust in him. As with some other punks, Foster seemed to gain adrenanline-fueled strength trying to escape the pain of giving up his anal cherry. I gradually increased my pace, taking mostly shorter strokes, hilting myself with each thrust, to further prevent fallout and the resultant difficulty of trying to get my dick back into a strugglling asshole. Deep fucking also worked to tear fissures into more of his rectum to further facilitate virus transmission into his blood stream. Foster was now sniveling, racked with sobs, knowing he was helpless to escape his fate of fulfilling his obligation to me by getting fucked until I cummed in him. He likely forgot about the other aspect of this fuck, the pozzing he would receive, due to his coping with the pain of getting his virgin ass fucked. I normally had to fuck for at least fifteen minutes to get off but this excitement and good feeling my dick was enjoying was hastening my climax, which was no big deal since just a few minutes in a virgin hole was enough to rip an asshole enough to readily pass the virus into the bloodstream. Many of the virgin holes I fucked bled regardless of how gently I stroked in them. I sensed Foster was getting used to the fucking so I began thrusting harder, sometimes snapping my hips which renewed the pain to his ass and pleasure to my penis, feeling him jerk with the pain of my sudden thrusts in him, the power of my loins relentlessly driving my dick in him again and again with no mercy, my manly ego swelling with my approach to climax of the ultimate sexual conquest. Foster's tears were dry for the most part, having cried himself out as we neared the ten minute mark. I let my hips take over giving them free rein to pile-drive and jackhammer my dick in him, feeling the power of my loins thrusting my dick in his hole as he endured the pain I enjoyed putting to him. I piston-thrust that asshole enjoying how good I felt as I neared orgasm, reaching that pre-ejaculatory urge and pounded that asshole into the bed and then came, my dick hilted and pumping my HIV-loaded cum into him in rapid-fire spurts in one hell of an intense mind-blowing orgasm, pulling halfway out and slamming it home again hilting myself as my initial volley filled his sore rectum, followed by more thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden spunk into him as my dick continued to feel absolutely fantastic. I kept thrusting, prolonging the pleasure my dick was enjoying as well as forcing my disease-carrying sperms into his torn rectal walls and my virus through them into his bloodstream. "GO Ken GO!" a few of the men softly chanted in time with my self-serving thrusts. "Man you're a super stud! Keep pumping that load into him." another man said. Much to Foster's dismay I kept thrusting for another few great feeling minutes until my dick softened and came out. I usually yanked out just as it started to soften which also added to an asshole's discomfort and my sense of accomplishment but the extra time thrusting kept my dick feeling good as well as further forced my virus into his bloodstream which also meant less of it coming out with my dick. "If our stud Ken didnt knock him up nobody will." Jim said as he slapped my back. I dismounted and stood up. We hi-fived and each man hugged me and the poz Tops also french-kissed me. I looked at my spent weapon and noticed some blood along with the cum and traces of shit on it. Foster, full of pain, curled up on his side into a fetal position and then removed the gag and vomited, likely from the socks Tom had worn for two days as from the fuck I enjoyed putting to him. Some cum leaked from his sore hole which looked red from the wear and tear of the fuck as well as some blood. Patrick then dropped to his knees and sucked my dick clean and kissed it and kissed and fondled my sweaty ball sack. He then stood up and hugged me. Pat was on borrowed time, still neg but risking himself sucking poz cum. There would be hell to pay if he caught the virus and passed it to his wife. Tom put his shoes back on minus his socks and I got dressed. We helped Foster get dressed and cleaned up any mess including taking the sheet off the bed, wiping the rubber sheet beneath it with the mostly clean parts of the sheet and tossing the sheet in the shower stall. We checked out while Richard stood consoling Foster on the sidewalk. Several of the men and Foster got into Dan's van and took off while three of us headed for different bus stops to go home. That night we met at a bar and grill to enjoy beer and pizza while Foster rested at home feeling sorry for himself, unloved, used and kicked to the curb. We had a nice little fest and then Phil whom a friend of mine had pozzed was in heat so we went to a secluded spot to let him suck me off. Three weeks later we had confirmation that I had pozzed Foster. He was suffering the horrible AIDS flu that many get after getting pozzed. We again met at the joint for more beer and pizza followed by me screwing Phil's ass since my dick was rock hard and sliming with precum at the news of my accomplishment. Phil was a good piece of ass giving my dick a good feeling orgasm but it was nowhere near the fun and really great feeling orgasm I had pumping meat, pain, precum, cum and virus up Foster's ass. Phil enjoyed that fuck, being so turned on by getting fucked by the man who pozzed Foster that he cummed from getting fucked by me. I pumped my load up him and pulled out. He knelt, sucked my dick clean, kissed it and my balls and said, "Man I love getting fucked by studs like you. I only wish you had been the man to pozz my ass." "Yes, I would have enjoyed it but my friend Terry had a good time pozzing you so I'm just as glad he had your AIDS cherry." I replied. Foster lived to regret his fateful decision to get pozzed. He took his meds as prescribed but after a few years he took "vacations" later ending up getting sick and in a hospice. I'll always remember Foster as one of the very few pieces of ass who gave me and my penis the double pleasure of popping his AIDS cherry while popping his anal cherry.

That finished hardening my dick. The great feeling the poz Top's dick feels with the thrill of injecting a toxic load up a virus-virgin ass and infecting him with it

I thought I'd try my hand as writing from the bottom's POV as an experiment, having heard accounts from some of the bottoms I fucked as well as reading other stories from the bottom's POV.

I was a rising executive in sales as well as a closet homo. Besides balling my wife I was fucking a little fairy who worked with the other clarical peons in the front office who also gave me good head. I was also the bitch of a couple of men, one a large thirty-five-year-old bear of a man named Henry who worked maintenance in the plant, the other man was a guy named John whom I met in a gas station mensroom one day when I had to piss really bad on my way to the commuter bus stop. John was in his twenties, slender with stringy brown shoulder length hair, a mustache, glasses, dirt under his nails and a nice juicy 7" cut cock. He had a job and his own place so he was a few levels higher than street trash. He had a girlfriend but she gave lousy head and wasnt too attractive. I myself was in my forties, clean cut, average straight looking and acting guy who liked being the person in gay sex acts whether I was sucking cocks or getting fucked as well as being the man, as when I fucked the office punk. I would meet John in the the gas station john and suck him off a couple times a week. Once in a while I also sucked John's toes as I sometimes did Henry's after work. Henry fucked my ass a couple times a week at quitting time, usually in a shower stall in the mens locker room as well as let me suck his cock once in a while but for oral he preferred to hold my head and fuck my mouth which I couldnt take too well. Usually after Henry fucked me I would be horny if I hadnt cummed from getting fucked by him. If I hadnt cummed I would shagg the fairy in his mouth or up his ass depending on which end I felt like fucking at the time. I usually alternated, fucking the poof's ass one time and pumping my next load down his throat the next time. I had been Henry's bitch for over a couple of years and been sucking John off for over six months. I figured John was neg because I never got sick from sucking him off and swallowing his loads. One day, the day before I was to go on my month long vacation, my ass was itching as it usually did a few days after getting fucked but Henry had a date and left right after punching out. It was the day of the week where I also met John. At the mensroom after we hugged and kissed I asked, "John, do you like to fuck ass?" He then tried to hem and haw but I asked him if he had trouble fucking ass. He more or less evaded the question but I was in heat so I told him I would suck his dick clean after he nutted in me. He then said he had no lube with him. When Henry fucked me he usually had some sort of lube which he greased-up with after I sucked his dick hard. I didnt carry lube but we then decided that one of us would jerk me off, then I would suck his dick hard and leave it wet with my spit and we'd smear my cum on it for lube, then he would fuck me. We spat on my hand and I jerked off. I came in a short time, excited that John would fuck me. I knelt as I usually did and he opened the fly of his cut-off jeans and fished out his cut dick which I sucked into my mouth as usual but I sucked it only until I was hard, then left it wet with spit. I then smeared my cum on it and stood up, dropped my pants and bent over, bracing myself on the sink. John spat on my hole and then put his dickhead to it and then grabbed my hips. He thrust and entered me swiftly, hilting himself as I stifled a little yelp from the pain. He held it in and then began fucking me. The pain vanished in just a few strokes and my young somewhat scuzzy stallion fucked me good and hard. His dick was just a bit smaller than Henry's but he fucked me harder and faster, then again we had to finish before someone came into the little mensroom. "Watch the nails, OK?" I asked him. He relaxed his grip on my hips but kept fucking me hard and fast, his pelvis sometimes slapping my ass, as he took his pleasure in my hole. He then fucked me harder and I got turned on so much that had I not I shot my load I would have cummed onto the concrete floor. John increased his efforts and fucked me to victory, pumping his poz load into me, his prick pulsing with each spurt of infected cum. He then hilted himself as he finished shooting his initial volley, then pounded me for another minute tearing me up some more inside. After a few hard thrusts he pulled out of me. I knelt and noticed a tinge of blood on his dick before I sucked his dick clean and kissed it and his balls like I always did with a cock in my mouth. "Man that was a great piece of ass, my dick really felt good, better than the poz holes I fuck. Now that I know you'll suck my dick clean I'll fuck your ass as well as your mouth." John said. "I'd be glad to take it stud." I replied as I pulled my pants up. We hugged and I left. I thought no more of getting fucked by John than I did when Henry fucked me, it was just a really nice feeling being used by a man for his sexual pleasure and being the receptacle for his dick and cum, feeling a man's dick thrusting in me, just as I enjoyed putting that little quiff in the front office in his place with my dick and cum. The vacation went fine until about two and a half weeks in, then I caught what I'd later heard is the "AIDS flu" and realized I had made a monstrous huge mistake by being in heat and letting John fuck me. My wife was concerned and we cut our vacation short and went to the doctor who by then was familiar with the disease which had been around for a dozen years then. He tested me and I showed poz. We were devastated. My wife then gave me the third degree and before vacation was over filed for divorce, accusing me of buying whores or shooting up with dirty needles. I had to shell out for a good divorce lawyer and prove alienation of affection partly because she wouldnt put out which necessitated me needing to fuck someone else. I never mentioned that I was fucking a man(the office poof) or taking the meat and cum of large masculine men(including Henry) in me. Back at work a month later I had to tell Henry the bad news which meant he no longer would use me but he would jerk off into my mouth once in a while. A month after that I had a tiff with the little office poof and persuaded him to take my poz dick up his ass even though he knew I was poz and he wasnt. Fucking him felt good, one of my best feeling orgasms because I was pumping my infected jizz up his neg hole and changing him for life the way John changed my life by having a nice piece of my ass. I returned to sucking John off and taking him up my ass, he replaced Henry as my anal stud.

Makes me want to be Brian, thinking how good my dick would feel stretching Daryl's ass and pulsing with pleasure pumping my HIV up it infecting him with it and later adding Peter to my conquests unless Daryl knocks him up with my virus.

Excellent story. Thinking how good your dick felt when you pumped your HIV into him turned me on. Hope to read about you having just as much pleasure pozzing that young Latino dude.

I had known Dennis since grade school. He was a bully who got his jollies picking on other kids who werent in his clique or who werent 'street smart'. He had said one time back then that when we grew up he'd be in big business and I'd be a penniless hobo. Only part of his bullshit was right in that he worked for a large company, but as a flunkee. I myself was making a good living in used auto parts, working in a junkyard with other men. By then I had grown from the skinny grade school snotnose to a good strong man over 6' tall and over 200 lb. with good size manly hands, wearing glasses and sporting a beard. Dennis had been slightly bigger than me when we were kids but his smoking, drinking too much coffee and other caffeine, boozing binges and a couple of stints with drugs had stunted his growth so I ended up surpassing him when we were high school age. I had no idea that Dennis would be queer. The only thing I had heard about him was once several years after we'd graduated grade school that he had done time in the state juvenile correctional facility. I knew I'd be gay in high school and came out after my first year at trade school right after my nineteenth birthday. It was a decade later when I had that disasterous sex. Unfortunately for me I had taken seconds after a poz guy in a diseased asshole about an hour after some errant cocksucker had cut my dick with a snaggle-tooth. The virus from the stud's cum and likely from the cocksucker and the asshole I fucked infected me through that cut in my dick. I ended up on the drug cocktail regimen and a diet designed to keep me nourished so I wouldnt waste away. A couple of years after that fateful night of sex I was at a Pride fest when I saw someone vaguely familiar. He resembled Dennis so I decided that I would use him as a surrogate and fuck him so I could fantasize I was taking care of long unfinished business by fucking Dennis himself. I gradually made my way toward him and got behind him in a line at a concession stand. Someone tried to cut in line and I said, "Just like at a summer camp when a punk cut in the canteen line." as a leather bear removed the offender from his stolen spot and marched him to the back of the line. "Yeah, I remember that, used to do it myself." the Dennis guy replied. His voice sounded like an adult version of his teenage voice. We got to talking and I managed to find out that he was more a bottom and that he was fearful of catching AIDs but disliked condoms. "I could use a piece of ass." I said. "What's your status?" he asked. "As far as I know, neg." I lied. I was closer to my goal when he asked me to join him somewhere decently private. The cheap hourly motel near the festival was full and charging twice the usual rates so we caught the bus to his place which was a nicely appointed apartment. "I'm strictly a Top but I can jerk you off if you like." I told him. "I might cum when you fuck me so it's no problem. There's plenty nelliequeens I can get off in." he replied. That was fine with me. He said he had to take a leak and check his hole so while he was in the john I did a quick lookaround but didnt see anything with his name on it. He came out naked about five minutes later and asked to see my dick. I opened my fly and took it out. He dropped to his knees, kissed it and sucked it into his mouth. He seemed pleased that mine was bigger than his. After he sucked it hard I stripped and he sucked it back to full hardness. I couldnt wait to enter his ass and pump my aids up it. He offered me a choice of lubes, I chose the petroleum jelly over the Ky. He lay a pillow crosswise in the center of the bed, lay prone on the bed with the pillow under his crotch and spread his legs wide while I greased up. I was a little dismayed to see a bottle of poppers on his nightstand. I hoped he wouldnt use it to relax his rectum. I wanted it tight around my dick both for the snugger feeling and to maximize the damage my dick would do to his cunt. I started by bracing myself with a hand on his lower back and shoving a lightly-lubed finger up his ass to check his tightness. He was somewhere between a virgin ans average, closer to average. I pumped my finger in him while twisting my wrist and pulled it out. There was a slight bit of blood on it. "I last a long time so it'll take a while before I even get near cumming." I lied. He said that was OK and that he would enjoy getting his asshole internally massaged even if I didnt cum and asked me to pull out before I started cumming. Once I was ready I spat on his asshole, mounted him and shoved my dick right in, none of that slow shit I reserved for guys I liked. He flinched as he realized my dick was a bit bigger than most he took up his ass. I hilted myself, pulled almost out and slammed it home a couple of times with a snap of my hips to stretch his rectum inside before it got too lubed and opened up and then began fucking him, starting at two thrusts per second. He endured the pain of my self-centered fucking as I took my pleasure using my dick to tear up his rectum, knowing how my superior size aided in rending fissures in his inner wall which would pass my virus into his bloodstream. As I set up my tempo he again asked me to pull out before I started cumming. I kept the sarcasm out of my voice as I assured him that I would. Of course I had no intention of wasting my virus-laden sperms by pulling out. I drilled that asshole, keeping up my tempo which I gradually increased to almost three thrusts per second as I neared climax, It had worked on two previous assholes, my medium to fast thrusting making it next to impossible for the assholes to know when my dick was spurting my diseased spunk inside their defenseless holes when I cummed. I began working up a sweat and breathing hard as I kept up my pace enjoying how good my dick felt further tearing his relatively tight hole and grinned to myself knowing how much I would change his life when I got my rocks off in him.. I gripped his upper arms, mostly to prevent him from reaching for his poppers, and soldiered on. Almost ten minutes later I was breathing hard and beginning to work up a sweat. It was a good sports sweat, appropriate because sex is a contact sport, my favorite especially being the winner conquering yet another loser. My dick was getting more excited as I steadily thrust, gradually increasing my tempo from two to just about three thrusts per second as I neared my goal, my athletic loins honed from running and biking working to keep up the pace. My dick was getting closer but I maintained the pace, neither rapidly speeding up nor slowing down nor altering stroke length. I had practiced this in my college days where I had really nice orgasms with slow steady thrusting but stealthseeding assholes required speed to keep the asshole from feeling the pulsing of ejaculation. My dick was getting ready, that feeling just before ejaculation coming on. I controlled any jerkiness in my movements as I fucked him at near three thrusts per second. Less than a minute later my dick spewed forth my diseased load as I maintained the pace, my dick sending waves of that ultimate feeling of the male orgasm to my brain, compounded by knowing my fucking and sperms were carrying my HIV into Dennis' asshole and then into his bloodstream. The intense pleasure and great feeling my dick and I enjoyed seemed to last a few seconds longer than usual as I kept thrusting. About a minute later my balls were empty, my sperms swimming up Dennis' fuck tunnel as I controlled my post-ejaculatory jerking while I kept thrusting to mash and force my sperms and virus into his rectal walls. I wanted to thrust until either the lubrication provided by my cum wore off and dried up or my dick got too soft to continue thrusting. Fortunately for me but unfortunately for him my dick stayed hard longer than usual due to being turned on by pozzing someone on my shitlist and after a few more minutes I could feel the resistance increase from what it was as I soldierd on. I grinned to myself knowing every stroke was further tearing his anal walls and pushing my cum and HIV into his system. A few minutes later my dick finally petered-out and came out of his ass, too soft to reenter. I rested on his back and lied that I hadnt cummed when he asked. I knew that most of my cum was mashed into his asshole and my virus was now in his bloodstream. I normally liked the assholes I fucked to suck my dick clean but in situations like this where the punk could taste cum I omitted that part. Instead I did dismount and "apologize" for "not being able to cum" as I got dressed. I normally washed my dick off if the assholes didnt suck it clean before getting dressed but I knew too many strangers would go through my pants pockets as soon as I was out of sight. I checked my dick before pulling up my shorts. It had traces of pink on it indicating I had made him bleed beyond what I had accomplished with my finger and fingernail. Dennis got up and asked me if I wanted to take a shower but I declined and finished getting dressed, telling him I had a date I was likely already late for. He mentioned his hole was a bit sore and I said my shaft was slightly sore but I still felt good thrusting in him "even if I didnt cum". After I finished getting dressed I let him hug and kiss me goodbye before letting myself out. I left and headed to the bus stop, checking my pockets on the way to make sure everything was still in them including my wallet which I also checked to make sure everything was still in it. Satisfied I pocketed it and waited for the bus. I didnt hear anything about that asshole for years after the fucking but come our twentieth high school reunion I decided to attend just to find out anything about Dennis as well as maybe see a couple of my old friends. An hour into the reunion I hit paydirt. One of my friends mentioned Dennis being sick and suffering from the virus mainly because he hadnt been diligent about taking his meds. I was glad I was wearing somewhat baggy jeans because my dick started hardening and precumming in them. I also found out that a couple other gay and bi guys, a straight guy and some women had caught the virus as well. Then found out a couple of the guys I knew, one who was a friend, another I never had contact with, were gay or bi and poz. My hard dick needed relief and I managed to convince my poz friend to put out to me. We found a private place where I let him suck on my dick, then he dropped his pants, bent-over and I fucked him. It turned out he had been fucked before leaving his motel room for the reunion so he was pre-lubed. Remembering what I had done to Dennis hastened my orgasm making me feel good as I nutted in my friend. My knees shook alittle as they sometimes did when I nutted standing up. "Man you're a good stud!" he gushed as I pulled out and he knelt to suck my dick clean. I never disclosed whether or not I had actually pozzed Dennis, partly because often someone else beats you to it which means that if you think you may have been the stud, someone else may have pozzed the asshole a day or a week before you got your piece of him. I was more sure that that punk was indeed Dennis than whether or not it was my seed that knocked him up. Because I didnt see him after the fuck there was no way to find out if the strain of virus he had was the same one I'd pumped into him. Overall the reunion was fruitful both because I found out an asshole on my shitlist was pozzed, likely from my dick, and I scored a piece of a friend I hadnt seen since our high school graduation. Every once in a while if I hadnt scored I'd masturbate thinking of how I pozzed Dennis and how sickly he became due to shirking his meds as it progressed as well as the other assholes I also took immense pleasure in converting by feeling the power of my penis when I ejaculated in them. One guy said pozzing an asshole was one way to get revenge and settle decades-old scores. I dont necessarily advocate it although the fictional story is sure to get some dicks hard and oozing precum especially for those who had been bullied in their youth.

Our hero conquers two more loser assholes. The only change I'd make is having Corey or Tre wrap their lips around your 'weapon' and drink your piss right from the tap. They can also kiss and rim your ass before or after you fuck theirs.

The punk was a web designer who was hired to turn good properly working websites into user-hostile bandwidth-hogging disasters. He was in his twenties and a modern-day nerd/geek. His nails were neither bitten nor dirty unlike mine. My work-callused hand had all but crushed his smooth little hand when we shook hands. I myself was a large bear of a mechanic in my late thirties who worked in a metal fabrication plant so the dirt under my thick nails was as black as the frames of my classic men's glasses. I was over 6' and about 250, bearded and beginning to bald with short hair compared to the punk's 5' 10" and 160. He sported collar-length hair, a clean shaven face and unisex glasses. We met in a sex club. "Hey, have some of this." I told him, holding my dick for him to see. Being the punk he was he liked getting fucked as much as he and his employers enjoyed fucking-up websites but somehow had escaped getting pozzed. I was going to correct that. He was on his knees right there sucking my dick and inhaling my crotch odors. Once my dick was hard he asked me "Which end do you want to fuck?" "You can give my tired feet an oral massage first, they been sweatin' all day in my work boots," I told him as I led him to a vacant cubicle. Once there I sat on the side of the raised bed and he sat at my smelly feet and began by sucking my big toes and then the four remaining toes of each foot, licking between them while humming in delight as he had when sucking my dick. He then licked every inch of my feet including he tops, my callused leathery soles and my ankles. Once I was hard I noticed his little dick also hard. That didn't mean shit to me because all I was going to do was load his neg ass with my poz cum, then let him rim me until I reloaded and then he would suck my dick for my second load. I had the punk suck my dick hard and then he asked me to put on a condom. I did, but I had one of those really cheapo bargain brand flimsy rubbers. I rolled it onto my dick so he could see it, then I stepped back toward his ass and greased up with just enough petroleum jelly to facilitate entry and destroy the condom while he lay on the bed and spread his legs. I mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my manly weight drive it home. As expected of assholes like him he was a loose asshole from the numerous (sheathed) dicks he took up him every week. He felt my weight as I hilted myself and lay on his back, my masculine hard hairy body on his hairless narrow back. I then began fucking him. He didnt even whine because he was so used to getting fucked and craved dicks shooting off inside him, the only difference would be that I'd actuallly shoot off in his hole instead of in the rubber which was already falling apart inside him. I fucked that degenerate for maybe fifteen minutes before blowing my poz load up his ass. My dick felt really good as I spurted off inside him, my HIV carrying jizz working its way into his bloodstream. I could feel pieces of ruptured shredded condom rolling between my shaft and his rectum further tearing him up inside with each thrust in him. It was a good feeling. One advantage of dick size is that us gift-givers can make new or additional fissures in the assholes we fuck so our virus enters the bloodstream more readily and being cut gives us tougher glans which allows us to tear up an asshole faster and easier and prolong the process before we shoot our virus into them so it flows easily into their bloodstream. I felt good at having fucked another asshole who truly was an asshole, especially because he was neg, an asshole, and my sperm would be the ones pozzing him. I thrust a bit more, just to pump-off the rest of my dangerous HIV laden load into the asshole. I then pulled out and saw the bits of condom and traces of blood on my dick. "Suck it clean" I ordered him. The pervert looked at my dick and freaked at the sight of cum, blood and pieces of condom on it, shouting "You better be neg you bastard!" "As far as I know I am," I lied. I had to force him to suck my dick clean and let him spit out the condom bits. Then I then led him to the rim room. Whining and bitching, he got under a vacant rim chair and I adjusted the height and took the seat of honor. His geek face fit in my ripe sweaty crack and he kissed my ass which made me feel good even if he disliked it. Tough shit, that's what his type need to assume when they decide to be the bottom. I had that scumbag kiss, rim, lick, suck and otherwise orally please my hole until I was ready for my blowjob. I had him kiss my ass, then I stood up and led him to the showers. There I stood tall and proud while he knelt and sucked my cock. I felt good as other men and even bottoms admired me for having the perv suck my cock. In just over twenty minutes amid some cheering I got my second load of virus-laden cum off in his cunt of a mouth while he sucked it out of my dick and swallowed it. I then held his head and told him to get ready. He drank most of my piss but did let a little leak out from between his pussy lips and my shaft. After the last drops of my piss joined my toejam, precum and cum in his stomach I made him suck off of my dick to leave it clean and dry, then I reminded him to kiss it and my hairy sweaty scrotum and then had him kiss my ass. The men admiring me cheered me and then hurled a series of insults and catcalls at the pervert. I then stepped a couple of shower heads away from the watersports area and took my shower. The punk was sucking off another man and hugging the man's pelvis, seemingly having already forgotten that I had semi-stealthed my virus into his ass. I was finished getting my rocks off so after drying off I headed to the locker room, got dressed and checked out, my ego and my penis satisfied. Since the punk was a regular I checked back every week and sure enough my poz cum had been the jizz that infected him. When I found out for I was the stud my dick hardened in my pants. I felt good at having been the hero who finally infected that little shit. I had to find a restroom where I could lock myself into a stall and jack it off, I was so turned on at having injected my debilitating virus into him, knowing how he would turn out if he shirked his meds. A friend remarked that considering the damage his kind has done to websites in the past few years, the punk had gotten what he deserved.

Reading about that team of studs breeding that drag, and negPOZlover's fantasy, got my dick hard & slimy.

I was that punk's age(nineteen or twenty) when I fucked someone like him. I fucked his ass and then got my second load off in his mouth for him to swallow but he wouldnt drink my piss. The punk also reminds me of another little quiff who attended the college over a dozen years later. A large burly forty-year-old campus maintenance man, a skinny but wirey fifty-five-year-old janitor and a husky forty-seven-year-old gardener all unloaded their poz cums up the nineteen-year-old punk's ass which bled alittle from the fuckings and then in his mouth one night.

Clarence was a 70 year old closet bisexual. He was average looking at about 5' 10" and over 200 lbs. with a full head of gray hair turning white, contacts, clean-shaven and nails that were neither bitten nor dirty. He had sparse body hair and sported a modest cut 5-incher. He had worked white collar jobs with the railroads and airlines and then sold real estate the rest of his working life. His wife was heavy for a woman but dressed in good taste and was more or less nice to everyone. She was totally clueless about her husband's secret bisexual activities although she was secretly buying jigolos. I myself was thirty-five year-old normal masculine man of average height and weight of 6' and almost 200, sported a baldspot and receding hairline and close-cropped full beard, wore glasses, had decent body hair, and almost eight cut inches. I worked various blue-collar jobs including mechanic, warehouse, manufacturing, gardening, a train yard, driving trucks, construction, electrical and plumbing all preceded by a short stint swamping on a Leach when I was in college. I fucked my first man as part of a gangbang when I was in trade school and got my first good blowjob, from a fairy, a couple of hours after having my turn up the ass of the punk we men gangbanged. Several asses I fucked bled from my enthusiastic thrusting and one kept begging and whining at me to stop and pull out but I wasnt going to let some asshole violate my manly right to get my rocks off in him. I was thirty when I got pozzed. It proved that you dont have to be the bottom to get the virus. Each year was a picnic in the park in July to celebrate Clarence's mother-in-law's birthday. Her children, grandchildren, great grandkids and of course in-laws attended. The year before one of her grandchildren who had worked in a stockbroker's office for over a decade came on to me and I ended up having a good time with his oral talents as well as pozzing him via his talented ass. He was about forty years old to my thirty-four but still loved sex on the dl and cummed from getting fucked. That afternoon I cummed in him him a total of three times, the first time I just lay on my back with my dick up his ass while he straddled me to work magic with his ass muscles to get me off, then he showed off his rimming skills although I had to squat on his face much as he squatted on my dick due to a lack of a rimchair there in the woods surrounding three sides of the park. The second time I fucked him and added my second load to my first in him. That time he had cummed from getting fucked by me. He said that he just about always cummed from getting fucked if the man fucking him turned him on. An hour after lunch he showed off his oral skills and swallowed my third load. He said I was one of the best studs to nut in him in over two years. Almost on schedule he caught the "AIDS flu" which he suffered through and was devestated to learn he had been pozzed. He couldnt prove I was the stud who pozzed him because he had been fucked by five or six other men that weekend. It turned out that most of the other men tested neg and he didnt know I was a carrier due to my healthy appearance. This year I put it to Clarence. Like the guy from the year before, he wanted to service me as much as possible. Once deep in the woods we found the little clump of trees that afforded a serviceable if cramped 4' x 6' space with a worn piece of plywood to lay on. First thing we did was pick up the plywood and hold it up on edge to clean it off. Fortunately Clarence had an old beach towel which helped to clean it off and then lay it on the wood clean side up. He had also stopped there the night before to stash a rimchair. I started by standing tall and proud while Clarence knelt before me and unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my prick and balls and then let him begin sucking my cock. He knew what to do, how to service us larger men. He sucked and my cock expanded as he sucked and licked, stimulated by his mouthwork. Soon I was also getting close to cumming. I stood there looking down on the old geezer who was hugging my hips enjoying everything from my week's worth of crotch odors to the taste of my dick sweat and precum. I yanked back to avoid wasting my poz seed in his mouth. "Ok stud, time for your rimjob." he said and smacked his lips. He reached into a clump of foliage and pulled out a black plastic trash bag, opened it and took out a rimchir with folding adjustable legs. He set it up and lay on his back as I had but with his knees bent so his head was semi-centered on the towel on the plywood. I set the rimchair over his face, dropped my pants, took the seat of honor and checked for height and position. He must have rimmed someone similar to me because it was just about right. His face fit nicely in my hairy sweaty crack. He kissed my hole and started rimming me. He sucked, licked, kissed and stuck his tongue into my hole. Being a Top the only things that ever been up my ass was a suppository and my doctor's finger and the tips of other ass-kissers' tongues so like the ones before him he got just the tip of his tongue in there. His tongue made my hole feel good not to mention the fact that I was feeling vastly superior to him. A couple of years before, in a sex club, he had rimmed someone I had just fucked so his whole tongue had gone up there. He never recognized me in the sex club. After having my ego stroked by Clarence stroking my ass hole with his lips and tongue I was ready to fuck his hole. I stood up, bent-over and he opened his mouth for me to spit in it. I spat in his mouth and picked up the rimchair, set it aside and fondled my dick while he got up. He folded up the rimchair and put it away, then knelt and sucked my dick. He then stripped off his walking shorts and undershorts and lay on his stomach on the towel on the plywood while I greased up my dick. I folded up his pants and set them between his spread knees to pad mine, spat on his asshole and took my place. I lowered my pants to my knees, leaned over, placed one hand on his upper back and used my other hand to guide my dick to his hole. Once I acquired my target I entered him. His anal virginity was ancient history so he didnt flinch very much and didnt give much more than a little squeak of a yelp as I shoved my dick all the way up his ass until I was laying on his back with my pubes mingling with his ass hairs. Even though he got fucked when he could he was in pain from my size and using just spit for lube. I flexed my dick in him and commenced fucking him. Despite half a century of getting fucked his hole was still a decently tight cunt for my dick, mainly because most men who fucked him were less-endowed than my eight inches. I pondered about the men who had fucked him in the past as well as who had fucked him recently. Even though I'd have preferred to be intact so I could feed cheeze to the "mice", being cut has its advantages which I appreciated more after getting pozzed because it increased my ability to rough-up a rectum to increase the possibility of infecting the asshole with my virus. I fucked Clarence for maybe fifteen minutes, expediting the fuck, and shot my diseased load deep up his ass. My dick felt really good pulsing with pleasure cumming in his ass as I got my load off up his love tunnel. After hilting myself to shoot off my initial volley I resumed thrusting and pumped my remaining AIDS virus laden semen into his ass and then rested while he whispered about how good a stud I was and that I turned him on so much that he came from getting fucked by me. I thrust a few more times and pulled out. I stood up, pulled up my pants and helped him get up. He knelt before me and sucked my weapon of a dick clean and kissed it and my balls. "Man that felt so good. Now I need to piss." I said. He knew what I wanted and obligingly remained on his knees, sucked my cock back into his mouth and sealed his lips around my shaft. I began urinating, enjoying this final part of my conquest of Clarence, as he gulped my piss. After the last drops of my piss reached his stomach he sucked off of my dick again leaving it clean and dry and kissed it. I put it away and zipped-up while he stood up. He hugged me and put his pants and shoes back on. We didnt kiss, he knew that most of us total Tops dont let bottoms or versatiles kiss us above our belts due to what they do with their mouths. Clarence hid the rimchair for later pickup and we headed back to the picnic area. The punk I had knocked-up the year before seemed to avoid me. I knew Clarence would likely treat me the same way at the following year's picnic. Not that I cared, there were still plenty of neg assholes in heat for my HIV-shooting meat. As with the asshole I knocked-up the year before, Clarence caught the flu a couple of weeks later. The only thing that saved him was his being on the husky side to have a reserve to help fight it during the flu but it took him much longer to recover. I heard about it three or four months later when my lover talked to one of his boyhood friends on the phone. He mentioned that Clarence had caught the virus and had infected his wife. Even though erection pills hadnt hit the market yet he was able to get it up, as I had seen the day I fucked him. His wife hadnt liked getting fucked after turning forty but had let him fuck her after he recovered from the flu. My lover said that if the assholes were so in heat they didnt think before getting fucked they had it cumming. As with the previous year when I heard the news my dick spontaneously got hard in my pants. Fortunately I was wearing my baggy jeans I had bought half a dozen years before so my lover coundnt see it. A few minutes later I ambled out to the garage where I masturbated in a hidden corner behind a stack of boxes and had a nice cum. I had knocked-up my lover a night or two after the virus began circulating in me but because he was cheating on me he had no leg to stand on for accusing me of knocking him up. I could have easily said he gave me the virus. We had both been sick with that initial flu and saw the same doctor who put us on a good regimen. Because we both had the same strain we continued barebacking because I preferred to fuck without a condom and he liked my cum in him. Most neg. holes I fucked I spared by letting them suck my cock instead of fucking their asses or I wore a condom but certain negs I fucked got it bareback which gave me really great feeling orgasms because I knew I was infecting them and fucking up their lives as well as plain fucking their asses. I did have a really nice feeling orgasm from a blowjob from one neg. cocksucker because he had rotten teeth and mouth sores which allowed my virus to enter his system. The next year's picnic saw a slimmer Clarence and the guy I had fucked the year before him had gained back alittle weight. Of course it would take a number of years for the virus to incubate in them and strike them hard and heavy especially if they shirked their meds. My lover and I took our meds religiously and bore the side effects with determination so we remained healthy. Clarence lived to make ninety although he looked weathered and haggard and his wife looked as bad as a street-worn bag-lady. The guy I fucked the year before I fucked Clarence looked a decade or two older than his age and his wife looked like an old lady even though they were just sixty. As with Clarence he had pozzed his wife, not knowing that I had pozzed him. Someone asked me if I ever fucked or pozzed women. He understood when I told him that I did it indirectly via their cheating bisexual bottom or versatile husbands. A couple of poz studs, one of whom was bisexual, said they got an extra orgasmic thrill by pozzing a bisexual man who would then pass his deadly seed to his wife, girlfriend or other woman the guy would then fuck. Unlike them my extra good feeling cums were strictly from pozzing the assholes I actually fucked and shot my diseased load in or maybe the guy's lover but otherwise most considered it as only collateral damage. The character we'd consider the "hero" of this story had the same excellent feeling orgasms regardless of the sexuality or marital status of the bottoms he pozzed.

Excellent story about stud Kyle proving his superior masculinity by knocking-up his punk Matt. When I read these stories and then fuck my lover or masturbate I fantasize I'm the hero, my powerful loins driving my dick in the neg. hole, tearing him up inside with my manly vicious thrusts and then I climax, the really great feeling of my big powerful dick shooting my bullets of infected cum deep into his ripped rectum and keep thrusting to grind it into his torn roughed-up rectal walls to pass my infection into him like our hero Kyle did in Matt.

I was a 65 year old, graying balding masculine blue-collar Top. I wore glasses, was just over 6' and about 200, and was still virile and sexually active with a good libido despite my mild erectile dysfunction and being poz for half a decade. Fortunately I was uncut and could still enjoy getting my cock sucked as well as fucking loose assholes to orgasm, not to mention masturbating. I had somehow caught the bug when I was 60 and had been on the drug regimen but my doctor had warned me that even with a decent cell-count I could still pass the bug to someone. I never was anything approaching pornstar looks but my masculinity trumped that of several guys half my age and there were gerontophiles who loved to swing on an old man's uncut cock. Like several other poz men, I had found out that having fun pozzing a neg hole gave me better orgasms. I had been working at a metal forming plant for a few months and found I had joined a club of gay and bi men ranging in age from 19 to 79. The masculinity of the guys ranged from masculine straight acting and looking Tops like myself to a couple of effeminate flaming bottoms. Of the several good friends I made there, three would later play a vital part assisting me to pozz a couple of negative assholes. One friend was Jim, a 6'6" tall lanky angular neg. Top with curly hair who sported dirty nails from his job as a truck and maintenance mechanic. He had a nice cut seven inches that had split a number of assholes enough to bleed with his aggressive thrusting. My two other close friends at the plant were "big" Hank who was just over 6' and weighed 240. He had a dick like Jim's. John looked like a larger heftier version of Hank. He was a couple of inches taller than Hank and sported eight and a half ass-busting inches. All three wore glasses, had beards and were cut and neg. They were more or less half my age, Hank the youngest at thirty and Jim the oldest at forty. Like Jim, they both had a few split asses to their credit. The short fat Hank was a forty-five-year-old neg. bi married Top of five and a half feet tall, 280 lbs. with 5 uncut inches. His wife had no idea he fucked men and got his cock sucked. He wore glasses and had straight blond hair in a conservative cut and grease under his formerly bitten thick guitar-pick nails. He was among half a dozen of us men who had availed ourselves of Wendell's and Gregg's mouths numerous times. Wendell and Gregg were two parolees on a work program. They had served time and somehow avoided catching the virus after getting turned-out. They were somewhat similar. Gregg was a plain looking guy with olive skin, collar length hair and was about thirty. Wendell was younger, a bit darker, wavy longer hair and shorter. In addition to working at the plant they were earning their keep by sucking cocks but were keeping their assholes to themselves. They seemed Ok but had tried stealing stuff from open unguarded lockers. As a person Wendell wasnt worth the dirt under Jim's fingernails. Jim, John, Hank and myself were talking during lunch one day during Gregg's final weeks at the plant and I had mentioned that I'd enjoy fucking their asses to orgasm. We decided that we would give each of the two a "going away present", a gift as in gift-giving. "That means that I'll be giving them the gift, since I'm the poz of us four." I said, grinning and rubbing my dick through my pants while thinking of how good my dick would feel knocking them up and how fucked their lives would be with my virus ravaging them. "That you will." Jim replied with a hand on my crotch and a kiss to my cheek. Since Gregg's term was up first we would shag him first, then Wendell a week later. The two ex cons seemed a bit impervious to the bug, having each sucked me off and swallowed my infected loads their first week at the plant. We were friendlier to them during their final weeks. I invited Gregg to a little get together at the cheap hourly motel where some of the men and fellas went to fuck and suck. That afternoon Jim was available so he, Gregg and I went to the motel and got a room at the back where most sex took place. We stripped and Gregg sucked our cocks also relieving me of a few days of cheeze. I could have cummed in his mouth so I yanked out because that load was for his ass. He sucked Jim to orgasm and swallowed his load. I then lubed up and had Gregg lay on his stomach on the bed. I had trouble getting my dick in so we had Gregg suck Jim's dick and waited for it to get hard again. Once Jim was hard he used minimal lube and mounted and penetrated Gregg who flinched from the tall stud's harsh entry. Jim brutally thrust a number of times, yanked out and had Gregg suck his dick clean, then he shoved his middle finger up his ass and thrust and twisted his wrist as his longish jagged nail cut his rectum up inside. Jim added his index finger and then his ring finger to also help loosen the hole up for my dick which only got semi-hard. He then added his pinkie and twisted his hand some more to further stretch the asshole's sphincter before withdrawing his thick rough fingers. Gregg was in pain from getting his anal ring stretched after half a year since the last time he got fucked and Jim had blood on his fingers. Jim had Gregg suck his fingers clean and then went to wash them with strong soap including cleaning his nails, which he usually did only after fisting or fingering asses. "If he was looser I'd have fully fisted him." Jim said as he wiggled his thumb. I then had Gregg suck my dick again and mounted him. My senior citizen dick slid up his torn young ass and I immediately began thrusting enjoying how good my dick felt in the snug neg hole. Gregg took it well, glad that my dick had replaced Jim's big strong callused fingers. I fucked that asshole for about five minutes and had a wonderful feeling orgasm as I pumped my poz seed into the now no longer neg hole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I swelled with pride of studmanship, my ego once again inflated as I thrust more to pump the remainder of my virus into the asshole. I rested on and in Gregg enjoying the afterfuck and thrusting from time to time to grind my seed into the cuts Jim had made in the asshole's anal walls. Man I felt good! "Good fuck old stud." Jim said and leaned over to kiss me. I thrust some more, pulled out and had Gregg suck my dick clean. I noticed cum on the bedsheet, most likely from Jim's good fucking and fingering. Once my dick was clean Jim washed we got dressed and checked out. Gregg joined us at the local fifty/fifty joint for a beer and we went home. Wendell my second conquest was a week later. This time John and big Hank were available. Again I rented the motel room. We stripped and had Wendell suck on each of our dicks. Wendell wasnt too happy eating my cheeze but I felt good as he licked it from my dick and swallowed it. Like Gregg's ass, he hadnt been fucked in a few months. Because all three of us men bit our nails to the quick we didnt have the option of cutting up Wendell's rectum as Jim had done with his nails to Gregg's. Instead, Hank started things off by minimally lubing his cut seven inches and forcing it up Wendell who almost screamed as the man shoved his meat right up his now sore hole. Hank thrust slowly and easily to keep the asshole from trying to evade his obligation, then increased his thrusts, snapping his hips and varying his angle of attack to wear out his anal walls and tear him up inside with his powerful thrusts until he was almost ready to cum. He pulled out and examined his dick. It had alittle blood on it. Wendell sucked it clean while sucking him off and swallowed his load after just a few minutes. He then resumed his place on the bed. John hopped on and shoved his bigger thicker dick in the hole and further tore him up inside with powerful thrusts as he rammed his dick at various angles to abrade and split the hole more. Wendell was enduring the pain as the big virile smiling handsome John worked his pelvis getting the asshole's system ready to receive my deadly load. He then sensed he was about to cum and yanked out. Wendell seemed relieved as the man dismounted. John's dick had twice as much blood on it as Hank's had. Wendell had trouble taking the whole thing in his mouth even though he had sucked a nine-incher a few times while in prison. He got the stud's dick clean, got him off and swallowed his load. While he was sucking John off I noticed he had cummed on the bed from getting fucked by my fellow studs. Wendell sucked my dick to nearly full hardness. I got harder than usual, given the momentous occasion. Wendell licked his cum off the bed before resuming his position and spreading his legs. I mounted him and entered him. My dick went right in and I began fucking him. I could tell he actually welcomed my smaller dick and less brutal fucking after the work my young powerful partners had done in his ass. Because my dick had been stimulated by his sucking, not to mention admiring how my fellow studs had manfully pounded him, I was able to bust my nut in just a few short minutes. My dick was stimulated to the max as I pumped powerful spurts of HIV-loaded mature man cum into his ripped-up ass. The pulses of my prick felt among the best I'd experienced since I pozzed my first hole. After letting my turned-on penis shoot my initial volley of infected cum into the hole I thrust some more to pump additional cum up his ass. Knowing what I was doing to him and how he would suffer that nasty flu in a couple of weeks as well as how he would suffer the rest of his life further stimulated my horny penis. I thrust again and sent the remainder of my virus-laden spunk into Wendell. I couldnt help but grin from ear to ear as I raised my head in triumph. After back-slaps and hi-fives from Hank and John I thrust a few more times before yanking my softening dick out of Wendell and had him suck it clean. Our work was done and we three Tops hugged each other while Wendell got up. We all got dressed and checked out. "You must be a good stud to fuck two assholes a week apart." Dave the clerk said as I handed him my room key and took my deposit. "It's teamwork Dave. I couldnt have done it without the help of my partners." I replied while hugging John and Hank to me. As with Gregg we went to the bar to wind down and celebrate the pozzing. Just about on schedule Gregg and then Wendell caught the bug-flu. Gregg said he felt like he had after the beating and brutal rape he suffered in the joint. Wendell said he felt like he had been used for a punching bag by pro boxers. My dick twitched when I heard that. I felt good to have that kind of power in my pants to give a gift that keeps on "giving". The combination of my three partners' powerful pelvic thrusts driving their big dicks, Jim's handwork and my dick and testicles administering the coup-de-gras had successfully done what the jockers in prison had failed to do. Jim, John, Hank and I celebrated at the bar but of course minus our conquests who were suffering from the flu. One of my twink friends I had pozzed a few years earlier when he was nineteen sucked me off in the bar mensroom, swallowed my load and kissed my dick and ball sack and sucked my gray pubes before telling me how much he admired me for knocking Wendell and Gregg up. "I need to rim you again Jeff." the twink gushed after I had put my prick back in my pants. We made a date and I left the mensroom to rejoin my buddies who'd played a major role in my conquest of the two criminals. Both Wendell and Gregg slacked on their meds and after a few years they got sickly. During the remainder of their decent health they had each knocked-up a few neg. holes. Wendell did drugs and died a decade later. Fortunately for me I kept to my regimen and stayed healthy not to mention pozzed another dozen neg guys, my last one a dozen years after conquering Gregg and Wendell. I proved that an old geezer has the power to pozz and that while there's snow on the roof there's still fire-water in the hose.

Great gangbang with all those big manly studs having a good piece of ass getting their pozz loads off in it.

We had a little three-way during lunch break in a seldom-used building at the plant. We had eaten lunch before had, or arranged to eat afterwards, in order to free-up the time needed for the fuck session. The three of us were Doug, a swarthy 22 year old man-loving guy, mostly a bottom, with long black shoulder length hair and no facial hair; Philip was a 23 year old sort of husky bug-chaser who sported straight blond collar-length hair and cheeze under his foreskin. He was versatile, screwing the less masculine dudes and bottoming for us masculine men. He had tested negative a week before we got together, and hadn't had sex since he was tested. I am a 25 year old tall, angular Top who wears glasses, sport a full beard and have seven poz, cut inches. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. At the time of this action I had been positive for a few years and had pozzed Doug up his ass a year and a half before. As with other neg holes I pozzed, fucking Doug had given my dick a really first class orgasm, leading me to pump my poz jizz up his AIDS-virgin ass. I had a feeling Phil was in heat for my meat even though he knew I was poz. The session started with Doug sucking Phil off and holding his cheeze and cum in his mouth while Phil sucked my cock to hardness, leaving slick with spit. Doug then wrapped his spit, cum and cheeze-filled mouth around my hard dick and left the mixture on it, and then moved-on to rim Phil, who was bent-over the workbench. Doug and I then spat on Phil's hole and I stepped up to him and slid my slimy dick into his ass, entering him with a single thrust. Phil flinched and yelped as I shoved myself right up his ass. I gripped the asshole's hips and fucked him, pounding him good and, ten minutes later, having a good orgasm in his ass, all the while Doug admired me. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I pumped my virus-laden cum up Phil, who complemented me on the good fuck I put to his ass. I hilted myself and left my dick up him for a couple of minutes, taking short thrusts to both prolong the pleasure my dick was enjoying, and to force my loaded sperms into his anal walls so I passed my virus into him. My dick stayed hard the whole time, and I knew I had added yet another neg asshole to my conquests, converting him as I had converted Doug. After a few harsh full-strokes, I pulled out. Phil had to take a piss, so Doug knelt and Phil put his penis in Doug's mouth, who drank the man's piss, sucked off of his cock and then kissed it. Phil then sucked my dick clean and I urinated in his mouth. Phil drank it all, sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed both my cock and and my sweaty balls. "I love your dick, Jim!" he gushed at me as he hugged me tightly. I wondered how he'd feel about me and my mighty dick when he caught the fuck flu a couple of weeks down the line. Phil then bent-over and Doug kissed his ass but didn't felch it . Our session wrapped up just in time to get back to work. Just about on schedule Phil caught the HIV flu and was sick from work for almost a month. When we heard the news, Doug sucked me off and lovingly kissed my dick. When Phil returned to work the first thing he did when we had privacy was to drop to his knees, open my fly, fish out my dick and lovingly kiss it and my balls. I was shocked as hell but he said he knew he would get infected sooner or later and wanted a masculine, studly man and not some less-than-masculine fella to take his AIDS-cherry and knock him up. Phil was more responsible about taking his meds than Doug, whose health consequently declined over the years. Both still liked me and loved servicing my dick both in their mouths as well as up their asses, and both would knock-up a few more neg holes. Once when we were talking, Phil mentioned to me that when he knew he was pozzing a neg hole, his orgasms felt nearly twice as good as when he fucked an already poz hole.

"That was amazing! Thank you for inviting me over, man. That was the best orgasm I've had since I converted. I came in you so hard before I flipped you over. You're gonna be leaking cum for a week. If you're serious you should go get some Prep, but I think I tore you up pretty good when I first pushed in. I broke you in good." Reading that got my dick hard and slimy with precum.

I was born in '65, between the end of the beatnick era and the beginning of the hippie era. I had my first orgasm, and then my first piece of ass, while still in high school. As I reached eighteen the scourge of AIDS had began big time. My father was a doctor who had been among the first to see the first casualties in our city. Dad perused the latest news about the disease, and after learning about it he lectured me about safe sex, including getting a steady girlfriend and using latex condoms. I myself was scared shitless when I read the first news about AIDS in the papers and weekly news magazines. At eighteen I started biting my nails, not because I was nervous, but because I knew I would be masturbating a lot and didn't need the pesky dead white on the ends getting in the way of a good wank. I also progressed beyond heterosexual sex by discovering gay sex. I already knew I was cut out to be the Top in relationships. The old hackneyed stereotype of gay men being limp-wrist-long-nails sissies who want to be women was a crock of bullshit. Getting my cock sucked by a man and fucking ass made sex with women as boring as what time it is. The thought of being penetrated, whether orally or anally, turned me off, especially after trying the bottom role just once each hole. By the time I was nineteen my father had found out that getting fucked in the ass was the primary route to catching the HIV, but my family hadn't yet found out I was gay. I masturbated alot and even joined circle jerks, being careful to choose mutual masturbation partners who kept their nails under control as in bitten or clipped to the nubs like mine, especially after a friend had his dick cut by an errant fingernail of a mutual jack off partner in a previous session and then caught the bug by fucking a cunt after a poz man had cum in it and pulled out. I never went for the fad styles of other guys under thirty, instead opting for a classic clean-cut appearance because it was also part of my employer's grooming standards. So, we well-groomed men worked the sales floor, the longhairs and grungy guys and gals worked in the backroom unseen by customers. I would have liked a crew cut, but back then only old geezers and what some refer to as "challenged" had them. Unfortunately in my early twenties I contracted the virus from a cut and found out from a routine test at my yearly physical. I went on meds and was told that even on meds I could infect someone. After getting that devastating news I had primarily masturbated, as well as received blow jobs and fucked an ass maybe once a a month or so, almost always while wearing a condom. One thing I had wanted to do was join the annual Beach Frolic outdoor orgy at the nude beach where the fuzz and the security guards, instead of harassing the adults having sex in the huge fenced-off festival area, did their jobs keeping minors, rowdies and other undesirables away from the area. I was twenty-five when I finally had the chance to go there, the previous years' plans having been ruined by one thing or another. Now that I knew I was positive, I decided to fuck more asses because I liked how good an ass felt around my dick, and I also enjoyed pumping my seed into asses at least as much as I enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt, cumming in a mouth, and then watching the cocksuckers swallow my load. I prepared for the fuck fest by not getting off for almost a week and buying a tube of lube that I could carry under a rubber strap on my upper arm. I wanted to get at least half a dozen loads off at the orgy, preferably in as many neg guys. I took a small lunch and bottle of water, dressed in a wife-beater, old cutoff jeans and flip flops, and carried my spare wallet which held a few bucks and my ID. I headed to the bus stop and caught the first bus downtown where I transferred to a second bus which took me and a few others to the beach. Once we got off the bus we started talking as we made our way past the crowded parking area to the gate. One guy there was a bisexual with his girlfriend. He seemed to express interest in me despite walking hand in hand with her. They both had long hair and looked like the hippies of two decades before. Another guy was a fat balding older gent who some would say was past his prime, but I could tell he was going to get his rocks off in someone. The entrance gate listed the admission price, as well as posted the rules. The admission and locker rentals were reasonable and the rules prohibited minors and animals, scat, prostitution/hustling, fighting, rape, glass containers, drunkenness, illegal drugs and pot and a few other acts and items. It also advised condoms and contraception, regulated fisting and the size of dildos. Nothing mentioned AIDS. I paid the admission price and my hand was stamped. A dollar locker rental trailer was one of the concessions lining one fence. I decided, that since it was a nude affair, and that my clothes and lunch would be safer in a locker, I gave the attendant my dollar and the key deposit, took the key which had a thick elastic cord like the ones at bathhouses and joined others on a couple of long benches in front of the lockers. I stripped, put everything in my locker and slathered on the sunscreen with the help of another guy whom I helped with his. That done I put my sunscreen in the locker, strapped the key to my upper right arm and my tube of lube to my upper left arm with the two-inch band cut from motorcycle inner tube that happened to fit just right. The usual smells of suntan oil, sea air, etc. filled the air, but the scent of poppers was also evident. I stopped at a drinking fountain to tank up so I'd have enough to both keep hydrated and enough to give someone a golden shower or a drink of warm beer on tap. I walked through the place giving it the once-over. Most of the heterosexual action took place near the entrance, the bi-action further on where the row of porta-johns was located, and most of the gay action was at the other end where, of course, I ended up. Some revelers were simply laying on the ground, or sitting on towels shooting the bull, others were engaged in various sex acts. I noticed the fat old man I had seen at the gate was foot-69ing with a college guy, each sucking each other's toes as their dicks gradually hardened. About then I found my first conquest, who was a tall guy, about my age, with long hair and a beard. He was standing near the loosely-defined boundry between the gay and bi areas. He wore a wedding ring, but that didn't stop him from cruising me. "Hi" I said, as he gave me the once-over. "Hi. You a Top?" he asked me. "Positive." I replied, wondering if he knew what I meant. He knelt right there, sucked my cock into his mouth, giving me good head. He seemed to love sucking my cock and I stood tall and proud, looking at the top of his head and his long undulating hair as he pumped back and forth on my prick. My balls felt good on his beard. After about ten minutes he got tired, and accepted my suggestion that I take over and fuck his ass. He agreed and even had his own lube. He lay on his stomach while I smeared lube on my hard penis. I then mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home. He flinched just a little. Later he mentioned that mine was the first cock he had had in his ass for a couple of weeks, and that I had made his ass feel real good. I would have liked to cum in his mouth and have him swallow my load, but I figured I'd have someone else's mouth for that. As it was, I expected him to suck my dick clean after I finished cumming in him. As I fucked him, another male-male couple lay near by. Unlike me, the Top in that relationship rolled a condom on his cock before they began fucking. However the guy I was fucking seemed oblivious to safe sex, which worked for me. I had already pozzed a couple of neg asses and discovered how more intense was the orgasm when I fucked a guy raw, and how much better my dick felt when I pumped my charged load up a neg ass. I sure enjoyed fucking poz and neg holes more so than before I caught the bug. Even though I lacked a beard I considered myself better looking and more masculine than the asshole I was fucking and simply enjoyed myself as I fucked him to a good feeling climax and then pumped my first load of the day into him, my penis pulsing with excitement as I filled his most likely neg. hole with my potent spunk. I thrust numerous times after my I ejaculating to make sure my sperms' loads would enter his system before resting and pulling out and helping him to his knees so he would suck my dick clean. Even though he failed to kiss my cock and balls he did suck it clean and then went to fuck his wife. The other couple were still in the middle of their fuck when I left to find a watersports bottom to empty my bladder on or in. The watersports area was right at the shore where the waves came up to dissipate at the bottoms laying or sitting in the wet sand at the feet of the Tops standing over them. I walked past the straight action and a pair of lesbians to the gay area where a bottom was laying on his back while several men stood around him urinating on him. Nearby another bottom was on his knees with a man's dick in his mouth, his adams apple bobbing as he gulped the stud's piss from his dick. The pee-drinker then sucked off of the man's cock and kissed it. Both then left. I stood waiting for someone to come drink my piss but since nobody came I joined the other men giving the bottom a golden shower, aiming my piss at his crotch adding to the piss in his pubes. I headed to the rimming area where a row of rim chairs were set up. Two men and a woman were getting rimmed, and a couple of rimmers were under vacant chairs. I sat on the chair with a man under it. He seemed to like my ass so he kissed and rimmed it for a while. A man sat on the chair with the woman under it and we shot the shit and a woman came and asked who wanted a blowjob. The man who had just sat down said he did and the woman began blowing him. About fifteen minutes later a guy came and asked to blow me and I accepted his offer. He gave good head and I could have cum in his mouth while the ass-kisser under me did his duty, but I wanted to pump my poz sperms into someone's ass - unless I could find a cocksucker with some sort of open sores in his mouth that would facilitate my virus entry into his systems. "You take it up your ass?" I asked the cocksucker. He answered saying he didn't, that it was too painful and besides he didn't want to catch AIDS. Sad to say he was just the kind of dude I would have loved to pound into the sand. I thanked and then dismissed the cunt mouth and stood-up, thanked the ass-kisser for making my hole feel good, and headed-off for another piece of ass. I stopped to watch a couple of men who looked to be about 60 years old fucking a twenty-something twink who was laying in the sand, on his stomach. The men had shaved their heads a the week before and all of them showed male-pattern baldness. One wore the type of glasses men wore in the 1960's, the other one wore dark glasses similar to the other man's and sported a little beard. The first man nutted in the twink's ass and pulled out. They kissed and the second man mounted up and had his turn while his partner stood by. I watched the man have his piece of ass and the one standing up remarked how good my hardening dick looked. I thanked him and commended him and his partner on their studmanship. It took about ten minutes for the second man to nut in the twink with a series of hip-thrusts that showed how great shape the stud was in. A minute later he pulled out and stood up. The two men stood with their arms around each others shoulders while the twink got to his knees and sucked their dicks clean and kissed their cockheads and scrotums. By that time my dick was throbbing. "I think I'll have a piece of him." I said. "You might want to think twice. We're positive and you might catch it through your dick" said one of the men softly, so the twink wouldn't hear. "Thanks. Then again I am too. Was he negative when you fucked him?" I replied. "Don't know, but he's gonna be poz now" one of the men said with a sadistic grin, fondling his dick with his free hand. We hugged and french kissed. By then my dick was oozing precum. I pondered adding my cum to theirs but the twink swished off. I had come to the beach not just to get my rocks off but specifically to get my HIV off into neg holes. Then again I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys would already have been pozzed by the time I got to them, so I decided that fucking the twink after these two men would get me a good orgasm. "Hey you!" I said before the twink got too far away. He turned and returned when I beckoned him back. "Yes?" he asked. "Suck this and back on yer stomach" I replied. The twink obeyed and I slid my hard penis in his mouth, let him suck it, thrust a couple of times and then pulled back. He lay on his stomach, I mounted him and felt his great hole as my hard turned-on dick slid in the cum of my mature new friends. I hilted myself up his ass and then fucked him. I could hear some slurping as I fucked away. The two men watched me fuck their conquest and then praised me when I shot my cum up his bum, adding it to theirs. It was a great feeling orgasm - as if I had pozzed an asshole I knew was negative. I thrust a number of times after pumping my initial volley into him and rested a moment before withdrawing. "Great fuck, young man" the men said in unison as I stood up. "Thanks. Likewise" I replied as the twink got up, sucked my dick clean, kissing it and my balls, just as he had the older men, and then swished away. "He's also good at licking our feet" one of the men said. "I'll need to have him lick mine" I replied, smiling at the thought. They agreed and we split off, but not before asking to exchange phone numbers. The thought of being on a team with them and other men gang banging a negative hole was a good turn on for me. Since I now had over half an hour to kill, I got myself my first beer of the day, figuring I could give someone a drink of beer piss after my next load. The two old men headed to the rimming area and surprisingly I found a guy in his forties, and not too bad looking, who was into orally servicing mens' feet. He led me to a beach chair and told me to get comfortable. I settled myself and he brushed the sand off my feet and set them in his lap. Even though my feet weren't sweaty after a day's work, they still felt great as the guy brushed all the sand from between my toes, sucked and licked between them and licked my feet from toenails to ankles. It as a great way to sip a beer while reloading. While getting my feet taken care of a team of men were setting a woman on her back in the bisexual area and another team of men closer to us were setting an effeminate fella on his stomach. The two groups were about twenty feet from each other. The first man of each team had made their respective targets suck their cocks hard and the man who was going to fuck the poof was greasing up his meat. The first man in each team then mounted his respective target, entered and fucked. The woman looked a little past her prime of youth, a bit haggard and likely on dope. The fem guy under the other man looked more enthusiastic, almost as much as the twink who the two old studs and I had fucked. I enjoyed the scene while my feet enjoyed their servicing. About half an hour after nutting in the twink, my dick started hardening as the foot-licker was finishing up on my relieved feet. Three men had nutted in the poof and two in the woman. My attention was mainly on the men fucking the fairy and I was glad their group was closer than the hetero fuck. Other men lined-up after the first studs finished, so it looked like each hole was in for a long train. After having had his turn, one versatile guy felched cum out of the fairy, and I noticed some scuzzy dude did likewise with the woman. The foot-sucker was finished and asked me if I wanted my cock sucked. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked and he declined, so I let him suck my cock, but not to orgasm. His mouth felt as good on my cock as it had felt on my feet. I was tempted to let him suck me to completion but then I asked him if he had any toenail cuts in his mouth. He said he had only a couple after doing several pairs of feet that morning so I decided I needed to give him my load after all, thinking my HIV would enter him via those toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth. My dick felt good as I lay there getting sucked off. I would be halfway done when he swallowed my cum. I relaxed and admired the team of men fucking the fella up his ass. A couple of men demanded a blow job, so after he sucked clean the dick of one man he remained on his knees to suck off the next man. Two more men also wanted blow jobs so the fella sucked them off too. The third man he sucked was a tough cummer so the punk was tired from finally getting his load. I wondered if the man knew he could likely get off quicker by holding the cocksucker's head and fucking his mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts. Luckily for me I was able to bust my third nut in my guy's mouth is a mere fifteen minutes which was quick for a third load from a cut cock especially from a blowjob. I fed him a decent load of cum and held his head and thrust my dick in his mouth to smear my cum into the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth to give my HIV a better chance of entering his bloodstream and infecting him. He then swallowed and sucked off of my cock and kissed it the way he had kissed my feet and toes. "You're excellent, guy. If in the future you want more of my feet or meat, we can make a date" I told him. "I would love that. You're a sexy stud" he replied as I got up. By then I needed to take a piss but he didn't like drinking piss so I thanked him and looked for a pee-drinker. I ended up back at the watersports area. Nobody was there so I hung around until someone came. Just my luck it was another Top so we shot the shit. He was actually waiting for a woman to piss on or in but just as our bladders were straining a middle age man came along. He wanted it from the tap so I was able to take a nice piss while the other guy capitulated and urinated on the man's head soaking his hair, neck and back. We men shook hands as we finished and the urinal sucked off of my dick and kissed it before settling on the sand. I went into the water til it was chest-high to wash off the piss the other man had splashed onto me when dousing the bottom's head. I went and rested on a grassy area with some other guys who were reloading. A couple of guys, including a man in his sixties (who bragged he had gotten off twice in as many hours and was resting up to pop his third load), struck-up a conversation with me. The other man, a personnel manager, discussed the differences in sex with and without condoms, agreeing with the older man and me that they made more work, especially for us cut men. After our conversations I got up, bid my new friends a good fuck and ambled off, making my way to a spot where a couple of guys seemed to be ready to get it on. One guy looked like a "dumb twink" and the other guy resembled a glasses-wearing nerd a few years older than the twink. As I got closer I could see that the "nerd" looked less than healthy, the sign of an AIDS sufferer who wasnt on meds. He and the twink were negotiating a buttfuck. As I watched, the nerd sucked the twink's dick hard and then lay on his stomach. The twink then mounted him, entered him and fucked him, handsome youth conquering someone inferior to him in looks and health. Since I was reloaded I stood at a discrete distance and watched the twink take the man's part in the fuck. About five to ten minutes later the twink hilted himself and grinned as he pumped off what I figured would be his last negative load in the geek. I had hoped the nerd would fuck the twink but they seemed about to part after the twink pulled out. The asshole didnt suck the twink's dick clean. I decided that if the geek wasnt man enough or wasnt able to fuck the twink I would try for my piece of twink ass. I walked up to them and joined a couple of others who were congratulating the twink on his conquest. I also glanced at the sand where the geek had lay to see if he had cummed from getting fucked. I didnt see any signs of cum. "Do you also get fucked?" I asked the twink. "You can fuck me if you like" he replied. That was all I needed so I had him suck my dick hard and leave it wet with his spit. He said he hadn't been fucked in over a week so I lubed up my dick while he lay where the geek had lain. I then mounted him, put my dick to his most likely neg hole and entered him. I looked up to see the geek admiring me while rubbing his dick. I fucked the twink, slamming it in him and varying my angle to make sure I put enough fissures in his rectum to make it easy for my virus to enter his system. I fucked that fella good, enjoying being admired by three or four men while I built up to my climax and then ejaculated in the asshole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I injected my virus into him. After my initial spurts I resumed thrusting for about another minute before laying on his back. I saw the nerd now rock hard. I wanted him to fuck the twink and add his AIDS to my virus in him. I nodded to him and he leaned over. He got the message that when I pulled out he would mount up and have his piece of ass. I withdrew as he got on all fours beside me. As I dismounted he moved into position, mounted the asshole and then entered him. His dick slid in and he grinned at me like he was thanking me. He then fucked the asshole. Knowing the geek was full of virus and was going to pump it into the twink, my dick started hardening again even though it would be over an hour before I was ready to shoot another load. Halfway through the fuck he geek had to rest a moment, but he resumed and looked happy that he knew he was going to cum. A man who was watching left, but another guy, a somewhat nerdy man, joined us, his dick hardening. The geek fucked faster, sweating and breathing hard and then finally got his rocks off in the twink's ass. The man grinned from ear to ear while he pumped his disease-carrying sperms up the asshole. He thrust until spent although not as energetically as I did. It was mainly because he wasn't in the flip-top shape I was in from working out in a gym, eating well, religiously taking my meds and my physical job in a warehouse. After resting, the geek pulled-out and I helped him up. Someone rudely remarked about AIDS and the travesty of the homely sickly geek infecting the beautiful twink. I dismissed the punk who made that remark with a dirty look. I then held up the geek's hand like a referee holding up a winner's hand in the boxing ring. He clenched a fist and a couple of poz guys cheered. The geek then hugged me and thanked me for facilitating his conquest of the twink, saying that he couldn't get hard enough to enter unless the hole was stretched and lubed well for his dick. I was glad that the geek got as much praise for fucking the twink as I got and that the twink had got for fucking the wimpy sickly looking geek. I knew the geek didn't have many friends, although he was a nice guy, so I asked him to see me later on. I then said the same thing to the twink who had just graduated college at twenty-one and said he had been negative before we fucked him. He then asked me if I knew for sure the nerd who fucked him was poz. I said it looked like he was. "I guess that's what I get for letting someone like that fuck me" he replied. I didn't really tell him I was poz, nor did I tell him my jizz had an equal chance with the geek's of infecting him. He then headed to a refreshment stand while I met up with a bear of a man I knew. We had a beer with our lunch and shot the shit for an hour. He said he was afraid of catching AIDS but that he felt he was lucky so far in that he still weighed well over 250 and he was mostly a Top. I reminded him of the old saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover', adding that the 'sickly look' doesn't happen for several years after the initial infection. I asked him if he had had a really nasty flu, to which he replied not as an adult, and that he had came of legal age a few years before the pandemic hit. I then had to tell him I was poz when he asked me to put my meat to him. He blanched but didn't look like he wished he was somewhere else. I declined his offer, not wanting to infect him. Since I had busted my fourth nut I knew I'd need much more than an hour to reload, and as both of us were sleepy after having had lunch, we took a nap under a tree on a clean sheet of ply wood someone had left after fucking some asshole on it. We awoke about an hour later thanks to some college kids chasing each other and kicking sand on our legs. "Looks like nap time's over partner" my buddy said. "Well, I gotta look for another hole to unload in, anyway" I responded. "Well, sorry you can't do it in me" he replied. "There are other guys. You need to fuck someone or get sucked off too, partner" I replied in encouragement. We hugged, kissed but just on the lips and separated, looking for our next conquests. After less than ten minutes a young less than masculine chubby hit on me. We got to talking and he said he loved dicks in his as, and also mentioned he was trying to lose weight. He also bragged he had sucked a dozen cocks over the past couple of days but wanted one up his fat ass, which hadn't been fucked in half a week. He sported long blond hair, blue eyes and clear nail polish as well as lacked facial hair and had shaved off his pubes front and back. I had the perfect weight-reduction solution for him right between my legs. We found a clear spot on the sand between a couple of twinks who were 69ing and a fairy who was blowing a man. The chubby guy sucked my dick to hardness and I just let him blow me for a while. I was a bit tired from the previous four fucks and he was a really good cocksucker, like most other fat guys I'd let suck my cock. I figured that after enjoying his mouth pleasing my penis I would then shove it up his ass and be able to thrust enough in there to open up enough fissures to pass my virus into his bloodstream, enjoying a great orgasm as I shot my poz jizz into his ass. I could easily tell that he was enjoying sucking me off as he held my thighs and hummed in delight while his head bobbed back and forth on my love-shaft. About fifteen minutes I told him I needed to fuck his ass. He opened his mouth, pulled back and kissed my cock head. He then lay on his stomach on the sand while I greased up my hard penis. I spread his fat ass cheeks, spat on his hole, settled between his spread thick thighs and leaned over. Placing one hand on his upper back I guided my dick to his hole with my other. He barely flinched as I drove myself in. He just lay on his back and began thrusting. Having him fellatio my cock at first helped me, but I knew I'd still spend enough time roughing-up his rectum before shooting off in it. His fat ass rippled when my pelvis slapped it a few times as I fucked him. His ass was tighter than most holes, which also helped. I fucked him good, sometimes varying my angle both side to side as well as up and down so my penis would tear his hole a little more. I then got my urge and let my hips take over as my pelvis slapped his fat ass with each quickening stroke. My dick was feeling good as I neared my climax, fueled by thoughts of how he's look after a few years carrying the virus I'd pump into him. A few more thrusts brought me to a great feeling orgasm as I kept thrusting to inject as much of my infected spunk up his fat ass as possible. I knew that I wouldn't be shooting as much as my four previous loads so I needed to make every spurt count to make sure I infected him. It was a good feeling penis-pleasing climax, the feel of my penis pulsing with pleasure from each spurt of HIV-positive cum I managed to pump into his big receptive ass. About a couple of minutes after my first spurt I was spent, my entire load having left my penis and now infecting the fat asshole I enjoyed fucking. I rested on his back which felt good under me like a good semi-soft mattress. I thrust from time to time while he said I was one of the better studs and that some pulled out right after cumming. Of course my reason for remaining in him was to facilitate forcing my sperms into his rectal walls to pass my HIV into him. Knowing I was changing his life by fucking him had been an extra turnon for me and my prick which was still buried up his ass. About fifteen minutes later I finally pulled out and dismounted. I stood up and he got up, knelt and sucked my dick clean and kissed it. "Next time I blow you I want to swallow it." he gushed as I tried to suppress a grin. "I'll be glad to feed it to you." I replied. As we parted I pondered staying to get off a sixth load. I had shot half a dozen loads a few years earlier, before catching the bug but it was just to enjoy getting my rocks off. Now I was a few years older and my intention was not just to get off but to have great feeling orgasms by pozzing neg holes and feeling the power in my loins to change the lives of the assholes I pumped my virus-laden cum into. That previous fuck-a-thon had resulted in a reload time of well over an hour and a half, almost two hours before I got that last load of the night off. I also pondered whether I'd still be shooting enough virus to infect someone. If I did it would be worth my while. I went to get a drink of water, then to my locker to get the last of my lunch. I had some junk food which I took out and then headed back to the gay area to watch the late afternoon action. I found a spot where I could lean back against a large boulder and watched a fat man laying on his back getting sucked off by a hippie-looking dude and an "old auntie" laying on his stomach getting fucked by someone in his twenties. The crowd had thinned out some and a couple of men were lamenting their sunburns. I was glad I had slathered on the sunscreen. I folded my arms and sort of dozed off, waking about an hour later to some yelling. I Stood up and saw a bunch of men holding someone down at the shore while several people of both sexes urinated on the person. A security guard went and broke it up and reminded the group that all sex acts, including watersports, needed to be consensual. I needed to take a piss so I waited for them to disperse and then walked to the shore, where I hung around and waited for a bottom to come by. Some scummy looking type came and asked me to put my cock in his mouth, but I declined, saying I would piss in his face and open mouth. He accepted and knelt before me with his mouth wide open. I started by aiming for his mouth, and then the rest of his face, and then soaked his hair, during which time he stayed put. It was one of my best pisses I took this side of someone drinking from my cock in his mouth. As I finished pissing a man I had talked to earlier joined me, putting one arm around me while aiming his dick with his other hand. The urinal remained in place as my buddy added his piss to mine. Once we were done the bottom kissed our cocks and we left. I had another half an hour to kill so I cruised more or less aimlessly, including looking towards the entrance for any late entries who might make their way over to the gay area. I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys already here had been fucked and likely pozzed. I contemplated calling it a day and maybe cruising a bar for a fresh neg hole when someone who looked like a bodybuilder came across to the gay area. He wore speedo-type trunks and sported coiffed bleached hair. As he came over he scanned the bi area looking for potential studs and kept moving, entering the gay area. Most guys were looking at his crotch wondering what kind of meat he had. I was looking more a this face and mouth since I'm a Top anyway. A couple of guys in the bi area had hit on him and then some in the gay area. "I'm looking for an inner rectal massage, not a rectum to massage" he said. I grabbed my cock and he looked at me, smiling. I nodded and we started talking. He lamented that most didn't realize that the buffed-out studs aren't all Tops. I told him I fucked all kinds of guys from drags to he-man bears. "Then you can fuck me. I'm nice and tight. You up to the challenge?" he asked. "You need to suck it hard, then I'll fuck you" I replied. We went to a vacant spot and he knelt and sucked my Joe Average cock to hardness and fellated me a bit, then he kissed it and leaving me all wet. He then stood-up, shucked his trunks, and asked me what position I wanted. I told him on his stomach. He lay and spread his muscular legs and I knelt, spat on his asshole and mounted him. He was tight, but relaxed his hole to ease my entry into his snug ass. I shoved it right in as he stifled a wince. Once hilted I began fucking him, all the while thinking about how my dick would spread his hole inside to make it easy to pump my virus into him. I fucked him at a leisurely pace at first, before I speed up, keeping a careful balance so my dick hard long enough to get off, while fucking him long enough to ensure his anal walls were abraded for my sperm to carry their poisonous load. I enjoyed having myself a good piece of his ass, fucking his tight, seldom-fucked hole. He may have been stronger than me, and able to win a fight with me, but here he was, letting me fuck him. I wondered if he even gave any thought to whether he would get infected by my sperm. I figured he was like the others who let their sex organs substitute for their brains. I fucked him for about ten minutes before speeding up. I thrust faster, taking full strokes, as he worked his ass muscles on my dick, as if to milk it while I fucked him. Another five minutes brought me closer to cumming and I powered my way to my final orgasm of the day, my pelvis slapping his firm solid ass, thinking to myself that the sound of our coupling was different from when I fucked the fat fella. I piston-thrust in him and my urge came upon me. I pounding him into the sand as I finally came, pumping my last load of the day up his ass. It was a good orgasm. I felt my dick shoot my semen into him in still powerful spurts. From the strength of my orgasm, I knew I had a good chance of turning him from the powerful strongman he was into a sickly diseased guy, just as would be the twink I had bred that morning, and just as the fat fella would wither away to less than half his weight. I thrust until I knew the last of my load had left my penis and made its way into his system as my thrusting penis forced my jizz and virus into his rectum and into his bloodstream. As with the other assholes I fucked, I rested on his back and thrust for a few more minutes before pulling out and dismounting. "That was a good fucking stud, you hit the spot" he said, almost gushingly but not as fey as the twinks I'd fucked. "You have a nice tight hole. You know how to make a man's dick feel good, buddy" I replied. My first two or three orgasms both here at the beach and the ones at the baths several years before I caught the bug felt good but as I fucked more ass I realized that my fifth and sixth orgasms felt amazingly better than my fifth and sixth ones at the baths, very likely because the chub, twink and the bodybuilder were likely negative. I felt that I had accomplished my goal. Of course I had no idea of how many of the holes I'd fucked had been pozzed before I fucked them, or if one of the neg guys I fucked would fail to catch my bug. I hit the outdoor showers and then headed to the lockers, dressed, where I exchanged numbers with some of the guys I had fucked, a couple with whom I had shared a bottom, and a a guy who was impressed with my looks. Once finished dressing, I turned in my locker key, retrieved my key deposit and headed to the bus stop. A few were at the stop and one guy struck up a conversation with me, and ended-up giving me his number. We shot the shit until we got off downtown and we each went to our stops to catch our buses home. The sun was still up when I prepared a good size supper. I thought of how good my dick felt when I fucked those assholes and let the cocksucker with the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth suck my dick and how my virus entered them. I was semi-amazed that only one or two brought up the subject of HIV and AIDS, and that most guys were prepared to expose themselves to to the dangers of HIV - that they didn't even asking me of my status, nor had they asked me to put on a condom. I also figured that at least a couple of the guys I fucked were bug-chasing and wanted to take the chance of getting pozzed. They may have fantasized that a manly, masculine, strong gift-giver would enjoy fucking them, and the bottoms may have enjoyed feeling the power of my penis as I thrust in them and got my rocks off, injecting my dangerous viral sperms into them. Some may have even thought how great my dick probably felt when I ejaculated in them, the power of my loins driving it in them as they willingly let me enjoy pumping my life-changing load into them. As I began eating I realized that my dick was rock hard and oozing precum from thinking about the nice sexual pleasure I experienced when I fucked-up at least a portion of a guy's life when I fucking him. I was spent so after dinner I stripped and went to bed, and dreaming of the fun at the orgy, but the dream was mostly of waiting with men of all descriptions in an endless line to fuck a twenty-something pretty-boy's ass and mouth. Of course the dream ended long before I got to the head of the line but I was surprised to have morning wood.

Foster and I worked in a manufacturing warehouse which meant that we were normal blue-collar men compared to the geek in the front office and especialy the little quiff who also worked there. I had a slight edge over Foster in masculinity. Our boss was a jovial bisexual balding chubby bi Top with thinning hair, glasses similar to mine, beard and dressed in suits made for active wear. We had swapped spit in the past while getting our rocks off in bottoms a few times. I myself was a forty-two year old large six and a half foot-tall man weighing about two hundred with brown hair in a ponytail, long sideburns, glasses, the dirt and axle grease under my nails was as black as my glasses frames, good body hair, over seven inches cut, and size 13 feet. Foster was in his late twenties, an inch under six feet, slender, long blond hair, no glasses, sparse body hair, five inches and was average in other ways. He was actually more a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in than a friend although I treated him like a friend. Before getting infected two years earlier I had pumped a numerous loads up his ass and down his throat as well as had him rim me and orally service my sweaty feet after work a few times a month. We stopped having sex when I caught the bug because we didnt want to infect him. He respected me for that because I respected his desire to stay negative. He subsequently did suck my cock and lick my feet after work since we'd learned that oral sex was considered low risk. His tight ass had been great cunt for my cut dick. Our boss had called us into his office one Friday and told us he was sending us to a convention in a couple of weeks. We had to get haircuts, buy suits and generally 'clean up'. That Saturday we headed to the barber shop to get crewcuts, bought the suits and their accessories and I began growing a good beard. Cleaning my nails was a hassle due to my work on trucks and machinery so a few days before we were to leave I clipped them to the quick. Foster worked a less intensive job so keeping his clean was alot easier. We looked good all dressed up and our boss said he was proud of us. He even gave us the pleasure of taking the train instead of having to jam into an airliner for the five hundred mile trip. We'd had our relationship problems in the past and always made-up. Convention time found us on good terms. The train trip was twelve hours of relaxation followed by a van picking us up at the station with a stop at the airport to pick up the others headed to the convention. One man complained of a sore back after his six hours on the plane. We checked into the big chain hotel and then had supper in the hall where the convention would take place the next day. We circulated with the others after eating and then went to our room and went to bed. We were assigned to a room that had just one double bed. That night Foster asked to lick my feet even though they werent sweaty. We started things off by stripping each other followed by some hugging and french kissing on the bed, then he went to work sucking my toes and licking my big size-13s as my dick hardened. Half an hour later he was done. I was laying on my back on the bed and he straddled my legs and began sucking my cock. Fifteen minutes later I got my rocks off in his mouth as he sucked my load out of my cock and swallowed it. He then sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. "You always make me feel good. I'm glad we're together in this room." I said as he finished kissing my balls. "Man you always taste good!" he gushed and came up to kiss me. I let him and we went to sleep. The warm weather enabled us to sleep nude and without so much as a sheet over us. If we got cold during the night all we'd need to do is snuggle-up together. The convention was to be a two day affair of seminars, lectures, taking copious notes, accumulating pamphlets and other materials and a plethora of other things. We did learn a number of things related to our jobs at the plant and went to bed that second of three nights tired but happy. That night we went right to sleep without any sex but that was rectified when I woke up with a hardon at four in the morning. I was still laying on my back but Foster was laying on his side with his back to me. I had wanted to fuck his ass after the two years without my piece of it. I also wanted to enjoy that extra good orgasm I got when I pumped my pozz jizz up a neg ass. I also figured that knocking Foster up would add yet another layer of ejaculatory joy to the fuck. I got up and got my tube of lube out of my kit bag and returned to bed. We had gone to bed nude as we had the night before which eliminated the need to pull his shorts down like I had to do with another guy a few years before. I lay on my back and greased up my still hard dick with just enough lube to facilitate entry and then rolled over onto my side behind Foster into the spooning position. I put my dick to his ass crack and ran my dickhead up and down it until I found his hole which seemed to tighten alittle when I put a little pressure to it. He was still asleep but awoke a moment later when I shoved my meat up him. His ass was nice and tight which made my dick feel good as soon as I entered him. "Ouch!" he yelped as my meat barrelled up his ass and I held his crotch to keep him from evading his obligation to me. "Just take it. I need to fuck you." I replied. "But the virus. You want to infect me?" he whined. "You know that now." I said as I finished hilting myself in him and held him in the spooning position as he struggled. "Calm down. If I can live with it you can, besides you're still more or less my bitch so just enjoy my stud service." I snapped back and began fucking him, holding his hips in my big callused hands as I began taking what would be my most enjoyable piece of his ass. He started sobbing and telling me about how a friend of his died just a few years after getting the bug. I ignored his plea and replied about how good my dick felt fucking ass, especially neg ass, especially when I ejaculated in a defenseless hole. "So a piece of ass is more important than a decade of friendship?" he whined. I replied, "Fuck, we'll still be friends after I infect you. As a matter of fact we'll be closer because I'll be fucking you in your ass like I did before I caught it." and increased my pace, fucking his ass faster but without the full strokes I preferred. I figured that keeping my prick deeper on my out stroke would reduce his chance of evading his obligation by pulling his hole off of it and trying to prevent me from reentering him. I then fucked him even faster, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. Fortunately the hotel was a high quality building with good soundproofing between rooms so any noise or screams wouldnt carry into ajacent rooms. My dick was feeling good as I neared my climax and he endured my thrusts in him. My dick felt better and better as I got closer to pumping my virus-carrying cum up his ass. "One more time, please dont cum in me. I beg you." he pleaded as I ignored it and kept fucking him, even faster. In the heat of passion I coldly replied, "Sorry Foster, my sexual pleasure is what's important right now." He burst into tears knowing his negative days would be history in just another minute. I felt like a powerful hero conquering another loser, the power of my loins driving my love-weapon in the love-tunnel of my quasi-friend who had chosen to be versatile instead of a Top. I got my urge and let my hips take over as they jack-hammered my dick in his ass. My cum welled-up from my balls which I could feel contract as I got ready to shoot my deadly load into my nemesis. My dick then built up its orgasm and exploded in an utmost fantastic feeling really great orgasm as I hilted myself. My prick pulsed with maximum pleasure as I pumped half a dozen spurts of HIV-laden cum into his ass, then I resumed fucking to pump the rest of it into him and force it into his anal walls with my repeated thrusts. My dick felt fantastically good as I kept thrusting for a couple of minutes which prolonged my ejaculatory pleasure as well as further forced more virus from my sperms into his bloodstream. I threw my head back in victory, my glasses almost coming off but they stayed on, as I repeatedly slammed my dick home in him. I hadnt felt this good in over a decade when I helped ten fellow men gangbang a little poof, a fucking good time full of the team spirit, friendship, male bonding and camaraderie being an active part of a winning team of manly studly heroes conquering a loser. I finally rested, still holding Foster's hips, keeping my dick hilted in his now sore ass. I didnt have my thick dirty nails to help hold him in place but my callused work-hardened strong hands gripped his hips the way John's did when he fucked less than willing assholes. "Be glad you're getting knocked up by a man instead of some little fairy like that one in the front office." I told him. I thrust from time to time and we went back to sleep as Foster's sobbing feeling sorry for himself faded. We awoke at about six in the morning. I felt refreshed and satiated and knew Foster wasnt happy knowing his life would change for the worse. I would have liked him to suck my dick clean but his foul mood canceled that part of his obligation to me so I had to take a shower to wash my dick and crotch. "Did you enjoy pumping your AIDS into me, Jim?" Foster asked as we headed to breakfast. "I sure did. That's the best my dick ever felt in you. I still feel good." I replied. "So you get off on infecting guys then?" he whined. "Look, Foster, You will find out just how good your dick will feel when you knock someone up. You'll feel like the most powerful conquering heroic masculine stud on earth when you fuck a negative guy and pump your charged gonads into his defenseless ass and take your pleasure infecting him." I told him. He said he'd find out for himself. The second day was more like the first with more lectures, hands-on exhibits and demonstrations. That night I told him I was going to fuck his ass again. He resigned himself because he knew that my virus had started circulating in his system. He sucked my dick hard and took his position on his stomach as ordered while I greased up. I spat on his hole, mounted him and shoved my dick up his ass. It was a good fuck as I rode his ass to my second victory in as many nights. I piston-thrust in him feeling good and came in him, my penis pulsing with as much pleasure as before while I pumped my second installment of virus up his receptive ass as I had the night before. After I finally finished thrusting I fell asleep on his back with my dick still hilted in his ass. I awoke a couple of hours later. This time when I rolled off him and lay on my back beside him he respectfully sucked my dick clean like old times and kissed it and my balls. My manly ego felt good, having screwed a punk who knew his position relative to mine and honored and respected my superiority over him. During the convention we happened to meet a few gay and bi men, some poz, some neg. The convention was held over a third day and our boss told us to stay and attend it. We were invited to a pozzing party the last night and attended. One of the two neg holes was similar to the little poof in the front office at the plant, the other was a loser who had been his boss' bitch until he crossed his boss. The neg. men all went first and then the punks sucked the mens' dicks clean and felched the neg loads out of each other and swallowed it all. I then mounted and stuck my dick up one and Foster entered the other asshole. We fucked them side by side, my thrusts harder and more powerful than his. The men cheered us studs as we took our pieces of bug-chaser ass. I pounded my punk into the mattress and had a really nice feeling orgasm pumping my pozz jizz up his ass. Foster then came, feeling just as good, feeling like a man instead of the piece of pussy he usually was under us men. "Man that sure feels good!" he gushed as he finished ejaculating in the punk under him. "Now you know how good I felt fucking you and why I enjoyed pozzing you." I replied as men congratulated us on our studmanship. We yanked out of the assholes, dismounted and hugged and kissed the next two poz men who mounted up and added their virus to ours in the assholes. They in turn hugged and kissed the next men in line after nutting in the assholes. The fucks became staggered as some men took longer than others to get their rocks off in the assholes. After the last man finished nutting we men lined up and the punks sucked our dicks clean and kissed them. Unlike what they did after the neg. men nutted in them, they didnt felch our loads out of each other, preferring to leave our virus-carrying semen inside their worn asses. Foster and I got dressed and returned to our room where we stripped, I fucked his mouth and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap before we took a shower together. We went to bed with him sucking my cock. Our boss was happy with what we brought back from the convention and gave us a bonus. Foster caught the "AIDS flu" a couple of weeks later and tested positive. "So you knocked-up Foster. Congratulations my fellow stud." my boss said a few days later. I admitted my conquest and my boss hugged me, saying he was glad to have a good virile masculine stud working for him. I had anticipated the worst so I was pleasantly surprised when he showed his pleasure about my conquest. Our boss wasnt anywhere near friendly to Foster, referring to him as a bug-chasing piece of cunt behind his back and saying if he was poz he would fuck him. Foster was allowed to keep his job and went on meds similar to the regimen I was on. The neg men who had fucked him had to fuck the nerd in the front office until Mikey and David came off vacation. The poof in the front office was still neg and getting fucked by the nerd and some of the other men. After the nerd got a new job in another city and found a new boyfriend I would later catch that pretty-boy fairy he used to fuck and work with in a seldom-used warehouse at the back of the plant grounds, seduce him, and convert him by having a nice piece of his ass. Foster would also have his pieces of the poof and fuck his ass and mouth several times.

There were too few into it forty hears ago when I was tomcatting around. The best place for it was at the baths at the end of the shower floor where the drain is which was unofficially designated as the watersports area. There we gave golden showers and drinks of warm beer on tap. The bathtub at home as well as on the grass or dirt in a private outdoor area are ideal places. I found out that pissing in someone's mouth while he drinks it all feels just as good as cumming in his mouth, especially when he drank my morning piss.

Pissing up an ass after I cummed in it and having the bottom suck my dick clean and lick my crotch, pubes, balls, legs & feet clean after I pull out of his ass, followed by a second bottom felching it out of the ass I just fucked and pissed in and swallowing it or the ass I just fucked & pissed in spraying it into the second bottom's mouth, face and hair.