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A shame there werent more piss bottoms forty years ago when i was tomcatting around. Most guys would look disgusted if even asked about watersports and freak out if asked to drink a man's piss.
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I still fondly remember the first time I gave someone a drink of warm beer on tap. A guy named Frank asked us masculine men to see him when we had to take a piss at a church picnic. He was drinking it in the high weeds halfway up a hill by the park. I took my most enjoyable piss as he drank ir from my cock in his mouth. Pissing in someone's mouth feels almost as good as cumming in it. I also joined a team of fellow men giving someone a golden shower. I've noticed over the years that few guys are man enough to piss in someone's mouth or even in someone's face & hair.
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One of my conquests decades ago was a little slightly-built asshole who made a snide remark concerning my manhood after I had asked him if he was Ok while I fucked him. That pissed me off so I asserted my superior size, weight, strength and masculinity over him by pounding his ass into the mattress and yanked out after I finished getting my rocks off in him. I made him suck my dick clean of what he left on it before telling him to suck off of it to leave it clean and dry and to kiss it and my sweaty balls. He obeyed, apologized for his rudeness and thanked me for my stud service. He then admitted I turned him on so much he had cummed from getting his ass drilled by me. I had to explain to him that most assholes I fucked failed to respect us masculine men and our needs to dominate and put our sexual needs and pleasure ahead of what many consider the selfish petty insignificant desires/feelings of the holes we fucked. He kissed my ass and gave it a good rimjob for half ah hour while I 'reloaded'. I did have to exercise care when I fucked his mouth so I wouldnt break his nose with my pubic bone when I rammed my cock down his throat with each thrust. He choked and gagged but took it well including when I cummed down his throat and gave him a drink of warm beer on tap. He then respectfully sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my balls as he had done after I fucked his ass. A man I saw at a bus stop told me how wasted his time with a couple of assholes who refused to let him finish fucking them and left him still needing to get his rocks off just because they werent respectful enough to accept the pain we real men might enjoy putting to them with our manly pelvic thrusts ramming our hard horny penises in their "oh-so-delicate" twats because not all assholes are man enough to take what real men enjoy putting to the assholes we fuck. The man gave one of them a break because the hole was bleeding and another man who was smaller-endowed still needed a piece of the asshole. The punk did partially make up for his failings by sucking the first man's cock(which also cleaned it off) and swallowing his load. The other punk threatened to scream(and alert the neighbors in the apartment block) if the stud finished taking the piece of his ass he was entitled to. Over three decades later that punk still owes him.
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I liked oral and anal both. The differences gave me variety not to menion that even with oral I could either put my hips to work driving my cock in someone's mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts or I could just simply kick back reading or watching porn, making out with a buddy, getting a blumpkin including when getting rimmed or just laying there while the cocksucker does the work. I still enjoyed a good blowjob as much as I liked pounding a load up an ass but when I was using a neg bottom I preferred to fuck his ass because pozzing a cocksucker was considered near impossible unless the cuntmouth had open sores in the mouth. I finally did get to pozz someone through the mouth. Phil was a slacker at the plant. In his early twenties he was less masculine than the rest of us men but at least he wasnt overtly effeminate. His wife was considered a good lay by some of the men she'd cheated on him with. Being mostly gay with my cut dick I preferred a good tight ass as well as the superior cocksucking skills of many of the gay and bi bottoms and versatiles I had at my disposal. I myself was a normal virile large man in my early forties with shorter hair, glasses, beard, nails clipped to the quick, seven and a half cut inches, size 12 feet and a libido rivaling that of an average college jock. I had to work Phil's shift several times over three years due to my bad luck with our work schedules. His latest was because he had his wisdom teeth pulled, all four at once. While I was doing his work at straight time he was kicking back on painkillers the two days he was off. Having to double back with just six hours of rest was a bitch. I decided that I would pay him back somehow even though he would be out for a few weeks after he caught the AIDS flu after I knocked him up. He was a bisexual who limited his ass to a couple of men he knew were neg but was blowing several of us. I was one of three or four poz men at the plant including the little quiff in the front office I'd had fun pozzing the year before. I think he was a bug-chaser. It was a funny circumstance when I had my landmark piece of Phil's mouth. He had shown up at the plant as I was finishing my second double shift. I kept my anger in check as he greeted me, apologized for the hardship he'd caused me and offered to drop me off at home and take me to work so I wouldnt have to ride my hog which would remain locked up in the employee lot's motorcycle area overnight. "How's your mouth feeling?" I asked as we headed to the locker room after I punched out. "Doing fine. The stitches come out of my gums in a week or two. I bet I could suck." he replied. I grinned and absentmindedly rubbed my crotch. We shot the shit on the way over to my place and he said his wife was at a hen party and his kid was at a school dance. He wouldnt be missed for a while. I let us in, got some beers out of the fridge, handed him one, saying, "Here, have a beer." We shot the shit while swilling a couple of beers and I occasionally rubbed my crotch and then reached into my pants to adjust my growing member which by then was slimy with precum. "I sure can use a good blow. You game?" I said, unzipping my trousers, lowering my shorts and freeing my meat. "I think I can take care of that." he replied, the two beers having their desired effect. I myself had drank half a beer, saving the rest until after the blowjob. I stripped in my bedroom and he did likewise. I liked the contrast between my stout hairy body and his comparitively hairless slender form. I spat on my hand and rubbed the spit onto my dick shaft while leaving the layer of precum on my glans. I knew that spit and precum also carried the virus and I needed to maximize my chances of feeding him my gift in order to get a better feeling orgasm in his mouth. I had always had better more intensely pleasurable orgasms when I knocked up a neg than when I fucked a poz, which was good enough, like my neg days when I fucked ass, but shooting my dirty cum into a clean hole gave me and my prick the added thrill of fucking up someone as well as fucking him. Laying on my back, I held my dick up for him. He bent over me and took it into his mouth. He sucked and hummed in delight at sucking my cock. He then settled into a good rythym, as he had his first week at the plant those three years before when I was neg. I was feeling good as the combination of his spit on my dick and my crotch odor from two days of sweating without having time to take a shower filled the room. I think the smells turned him on as well, judging from how he was enjoying sucking my cock. Phil fellated me for about fifteen minutes, my dick still pumping out precum all the while, the juices filling his gums from the sites of his extractions. My dick was rock hard as he pleased it with his mouth, oblivious of the fact that even then I was knocking him up through his mouth with my virus-laden precum as he worked to make my dick feel good while I lay there enjoying pozzing him with no effort on my part. He knew when to increase his pace, bobbing his head on my pick faster taking full strokes, my glans moving from his lips to his throat with each stroke of his head. He was working up a sweat although nowhere near the sweating I had done on those double shifts. I was getting close to cumming, still enjoying how good my dick felt in his talented cunt of a mouth. I didnt warn him of my pending ejaculation lest he suddenly realize my jizz could enter him through his gums and decide to abort the blowjob. I controlled my tensing up as I sometimes did before ejaculating and he kept sucking. After a couple more minutes of sexual pleasure I erupted in what was my best feeling oral orgasm, shooting my poz-carrying spunk off inside his mouth. I was euphoric as my jizz shot forth from my hard excited penis into his man-pleasing mouth. He paused a moment but I said, "Keep sucking." which he did. I then held his head and thrust for a while to better circulate my cum into his gums before releasing his head slightly a couple of minutes later so he could swallow it. Like all good cocksuckers he let very little leak out between his lips and my shaft so virtually all my cum remained in his mouth carrying my virus into him via those sewn-up holes in his gums. "Man that feels so good. I think you redeemed yourself." I said and thrust again before letting go of his head. He sucked off of my cock and replied, "Glad to help. I was hoping I could suck a dick. My asshole buddy stood me up so at least I get a load this way." I had planned to have him suck my cock when he returned to work and worried that he may have sucked a neg man or two and then declined my offer to let him suck mine if his mouth got tired or his gums started hurting. This way was much better because I got him slightly buzzed as well as got to him earlier before his gums' healing process got into full stride. I would have liked to top it off by giving him a drink of my warm beer on tap but I had heard that piss was relatively "clean" compared to spit, precum and cum and would also wash my remaining cum from his mouth. "Suck it some more." I told him. He did even though he was a bit tired from getting my first load. This way he could suck any remaining jizz from my prick which had began softening. My spent dick still felt good as he sucked on it. I myself felt good knowing that a few more HIV-carrying sperm cells were going into his compromised mouth. A few minutes later he sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. He looked at his watch and said, "I have to get home Jim. Thanks for letting me suck your cock. I''ll see ya tomorrow when I pick you up." and kissed the tip of my now resting cock. He got dressed, I made the next day's lunch while warming up dunner, ate and then hit the hay. Phil picked me up as promised and mentioned that his gums back there seemed to tingle. I suppressed a grin, wondering if it could have been caused by my viral jizz. Two weeks later he caught the "HIV-flu" and again I had to work his shift but this time it was only once because personnel worked other guys into it because his doctor said it would be at least a couple of weeks before he could return to work. His doctor tested him and he came up positive. My job was done. My dick felt good and I felt great. A day later I had my first piece of his ass as a victory fuck. His ass was nice and tight, as good a cunt as his mouth, mainly because he had limited giving it to the two or three men he knew were negative. Several guys in the know, both poz and neg, congratulated me on pozzing Phil including three men who hugged and passionately french kissed me. At least one of the men who kissed me was still neg but he liked my superior manliness. I also got a few blowjobs, rimjobs and oral foot massages from almost half a dozen bottoms and versatiles including two neg guys. I also fucked a couple of poz assholes and a neg fella offered his ass to me which I accepted and threw a great feeling fuck into, knocking him up. I also began fucking Phil's nice tight ass now that he no longer needed to worry about getting pozzed anally but the neg men who fucked him moved on to new neg holes. Phil recovered from that initial flu and went through a less than pleasant divorce. He later became the "wife' of a large bear type buddy of mine who was poz. My oral foot fetish bottom friend had said Phil wasnt worth the dirt he licked from under my toenails but after the pozzing Phil seemed more humble, respectful and easier to get along with. Over the next two decades I screwed his ass half a dozen times a year as well as availed myself of his oral talents. Phil, like many other poz guys, wasnt as diligent on his meds as I was and lived only to his mid to late forties, whereas I was in my sixties and still decently healthy, when he lost his battle. His last physical contact with me was kissing my cock and balls. A buddy hugged me, kissed me, praised my studmanship and told me, "You didnt kill him. He would have caught it sooner or later and he fucked off on his meds so dont feel like you offed him or anything." and kissed me again while caressing my cock through my pants and asked me to let him suck it, which I did. I would always remember my excitement and sexual pleasure as well as how really good my dick and I felt proving my virility and manhood by simply laying there relaxing pozzing an asshole through his mouth while he did all the work and I got all the glory.
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I had fisted numerous redhankie bottoms since turning twenty-one, mainly as a sideline for the FF bottoms who wanted it in addition to sucking me off and rimming me and other bottoms who were too stretched for us cut guys to dickfuck. At thirty I ended up with the virus due to having fisted an asshole that an infected stud had fucked. The stud's virus entered through a cut and scrape on my hand from a small spill off my mountain bike earlier that day I had forgotten about. I was a fairly handsome man of average height and weight, sported a full beard and a respectable seven inches of cut meat. I met Foster in a beer bar and we hit it off well because he was one of the brave FF bottoms not put off by my nails which I clipped straight across which increased the chances of cutting an asshole's rectum. He was in his twenties, an inch or two under six feet, cleanshaven, slender, had little body hair, sported 6 inches and was fairly goodlooking. His ass was fisted often. I myself was masculine Top a couple inches over 6', a healthy 220 lbs, had a buzzcut, glasses, full beard, good body hair, my 7" and size 12 feet. After I fisted him a couple of times and he gave me a few blowjobs he wanted me to fuck his ass with my dick. "If you want to get dick-fucked, and especially if you want your ass pozzed, you need to empty your ass and douche it out." I told him. I explained that a clean hole was so any shit wouldnt get in the way of my jizz carrying its load into his rectal walls but the real reason was that I was tired of having to wash the hell out of my hands and clean my nails after each time I fisted him. The black dirt and grease from my job at the junkyard and my part time gardening job didnt look very bad under my nails, just part of many of us men in several lines of work but the look and stink and infection hazard of what looked and smelled obviously like shit wasnt my nor anyone else's cup of tea. We both had that Saturday off so he complied with my instructions to give himself a good enema after taking a dump and call me after he was cleaned out. Once he called I headed to his place where we stripped and got ready. "Remember, I'm poz. If I cum in your ass, especially after I fist you I'll infect you." I warned him. "If you poz me it wont be so bad because I'd be pozzed by a masculine stud who turns me on." he gushed. I had him suck my dick hard, then he got into position while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. It was when I stuck my dick into him that I realized his ass was so loose it was like putting it into a train tunnel. "Who fisted you?" I asked. He told me he had been getting double-fisted by a big man with large hamhock hands and deep-clipped nails, their last session a few days before. "No way I can get off by fucking you. I'll have to jack off in my hand and fist you. Here suck it for me." I told him. He got up and sat on the side of the bed and started sucking my cock. His mouth was a good cunt and I would have let him suck me to orgasm and swallow my load but I needed to pozz his ass. I knew that even if I could cum by fucking him that if I merely fucked his ass I would have a hard time of infecting him so I pulled out of his mouth before I got too close to cumming. "Get on all fours." I told him. He complied and I began masturbating. I wasnt really into masturbating, preferring to thrust and cum inside someone but this time around was one of my good wanks because I would soon be infecting the asshole with my jizz-covered hand. He was waiting in anticipation, his ass seeming to quiver, while my meat felt the excitement building. I didnt need the full stimulation due to having been sucked nearly to orgasm so I filled my hand in just a couple of minutes, shooting rapid-fire spurts of poz jizz into it as I cupped my other hand to catch any stray cum. It was a good feeling orgasm, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I filled my hand with my toxic cum. After more pumps of my hand to get the rest out of my dick I was spent and ready to shove my hand in there. My hand was already slimy with the lube and now my cum. I scooped the little bit I had to catch out of my left hand with my right hand fingernails and thumbnail, closed my finger and thumbtips together and shoved my hand up his ass. Once I was wrist deep I splayed-out my fingers and thumb and twisted my wrist, my nails cutting his rectum inside as I shoved my hand deeper up his ass while I simultaneously smeared my cum into the cuts in his rectum. I had the feeling I was doing my job, my dick beginning to reharden even though I had just cummed. "Man I'm cumming!" he gushed as I continued to grind my HIV-laden spunk into his tunnel. Feeling the blood on my hand I closed my fist and pumped and twisted my fist in him a few times, literally fucking him with it, then opened my hand to give his rectum a last set of scrapes as I pulled out. My hand was streaked with blood and a couple of pearls of pink, a combination of blood and cum. "If I didnt poz you nothing will." I said as I stepped around and showed him my hand. He recoiled a bit but seemed excited. He had seen blood on hands before especially the first few times he was fisted. "Here, suck my dick clean." I told him as I stepped closer to his face. He raised up his head up, sucked my dick clean and kissed it. I told him to remain laying in his stomach on the bed for a couple of hours so my jizz wouldnt leak out of his gaping hole. I lay next to him and took a nap for those two hours, waking once when I felt him stir, to remind him to stay on his stomach. After my rest we got up. I checked his ass as he stood up. Only a drop or two oozed out his still wide-open hole. It seemed my jizz had entered his system so I knew my mission was accomplished. I got dressed and headed over to a sex club to get my ass rimmed while someone sucked me off. Two weeks later Foster caught the flu and felt miserable as hell. "At least you werent gangraped as a virgin like a punk in prison." I said. We discussed the flu, its symptoms and the forthcoming meds regimen and he felt comforted that I had suffered the same thing. Thinking back on the session, until then I nver knew that jerking off could feel so good, all because I used my cum to knock someone up with my virus. Then again it was the same effect that many of us poz Tops have when we know we're infecting someone. I introduced him to my doctor who tested him and found out it was my strain of HIV that had knocked him up. The doctor was a little surprised at his asshole, saying that even though he had seen fist fucks, it was just about the widest hole he'd seen, like a cave, and asked how I pozzed him. "You're quite resourceful Jim." he replied after I explained the details. He looked at my nails which once again sported the normal dirt and grime from dismantling old cars and working my gardening job. "You nailed that ass good Jim." the doctor said. The doctor then had to grab his crotch and rearrange his growing boner in his pants. Foster stared with a hungry look on his face. "Foster, you may suck it if you like." the doctor told him. Foster readily accepted and the doctor stood up while Foster knelt before him, opened his fly, took his cock out and sucked it into his mouth. The doctor and I smiled and grinned at each other. I stood up, stepped over to him and we men hugged and french kissed while Foster sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his load. Needless to say my own dick was rock hard from admiring my doctor using Foster's mouth for his sexual release. I had seen the good doctor fuck other guys in their asses and mouths and that he had pozzed a couple of assholes after catching the bug a couple of years before I caught it. After Foster finished swallowing the doctor's cum and kissed his cock he sucked me off, swallowed my poz load and kissed my cock and balls. A week later I got a biohazard tattoo just above my pubes and Foster got one that said "My ass loves Jim's jizz" above his hole. Foster did a decent job on sticking to his meds and not only bottomed but had shown he can also be the man in a relationship when he fucked and pozzed some little twentysomething twirp who worked in a convenience store.
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Pick A Number .. Any Number?
Tailgunner replied to orlandoneg's topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
As a stud I consider Steven the hero of this piece and a perfect 10 for proving himself as the man in his relationship with Bobby by conquering him and having a nice penis-pleasing orgasm in him knocking him up with his 'hot' jizz. Bobby could have shown Steven more respect by sucking his dick clean and kissing it & his balls, as well as his ass, as a token of appreciation for his stud service. -
Wendell looked good enough when he was young in his twenties but compared to me he was at best a plain-jane. Aging, drinking and smoking didnt help his looks or health any. In his later years he had been a denizen of the wrinkle bars, the baths on senior and chubby night, and other places until he kind of retired from the action in 1983 when AIDS hit the scene full blast and guys started dropping like flies. By then he was what many called an 'old auntie' A decade later in 1993 at the age of 69 he had one foot in 70 and the other one on the banana peel. He had sometimes dragged in his younger years before butching up a little and loved being a bottom for masculine men as well as a Top for the effeminate fellas but at least never been fisted nor was a size queen. At forty-five he'd stopped wearing the unisex outfits and as he aged he looked and acted like any other old man. That celibate decade had seen his ass on a long vacation so it would be decently tight for my poz-shooting average size dick. At a month shy of 70 years old he was wrinkled, had his narrow shoulders and rather wide hips and a big butt and was kind of short and dumpy at a few inches under 6' and slightly on the fat side, balding, shoulder length hair, clean shaven and wore rimless bifocals. He had been versatile until his late fifties when he could no longer get hard enough to even get sucked off halfway decently unless he found one of the few cocksuckers who were skilled experts at sucking off soft cocks to orgasm. His sex life for the decade between '83 and '93 had been dildos until he tired of them a couple of years later and giving an occasional blowjob to men whom he knew were negative, including me the very few years of my adult life that I was negative. I myself was a handsome virile high school and college jock who loved playing sports and keeping in shape almost as much as I liked fucking dudes and getting my cock sucked as well as other intimate contact sports. I could fuck an ass and keep thrusting through orgasm, keep thrusting while I reloaded and shoot a second load about half an hour to forty minutes after my first. At 22, the age when I caught the HIV, I was over 6' tall, trim but robust and buffed-out at 190, blond hair, glasses, broad shoulders, narrow waist with six-pack abs and had started growing a beard. My 7" wasnt the biggest but the bottoms loved it and I loved pozzing neg assholes with it. Even though I caught the virus I took as good care of myself as possible. I had caught the virus somehow and had the flu that could have really knocked me for a loop had I not been in great physical shape. My doctor confirmed the worst, I had the HIV and he put me on a medication regimen. Being a Top I never sucked a cock, rimmed anyone nor had my ass penetrated by anything but my doctor's finger and a couple of stiff tongues of expert rimmers. My doctor said there was other ways a man can catch the virus. I did take off work which didnt please my boss too much but once I was over it I returned to work and after working up to it after my hiatus from exercising I resumed my exercise and diet regimen, and now my new meds regimen. During that time before catching the flu I had unwittingly knocked up my best friend so he too came down with the virus a week or two after I did. At least I had a really nice feeling orgasm in his ass when I knocked him up. Worth it to me for my enjoyment of a really nice first class orgasm when I cummed in him but tragic for him that he got infected. It was a couple of months later when another friend told me Wendell had decided that he wanted to chase bug and get knocked-up by a handsome manly stud. My name was top of his list of four or five studs he mentioned. My friend who was still negative and working to stay that way had been availing himself of Wendell's oral skills for a few months and then met someone else so he decided to pass the old fella off to me because they had had a falling-out of sorts that was semi-patched. He gave Wendell a little pep talk about how long the virus incubated and that it wouldnt matter too much at his ripe old age. I had wanted to see what knocking up an older person would be like, how good my dick could feel when I ejaculated my poz cum into him and how the virus would affect an older person so my buddy set up a date to meet at a bar. At the bar Wendell seemed buzzed at the prospect of a handsome masculine strong young stud pumping poisonous cum up his ass and made a date for that night. We went to Wendell's pad and my neg buddy gave him his last negative loads with his six inches, one in his ass, the second in his mouth. I didnt fuck the old man's ass that night but did enjoy a good rimming and blowjob from his talented mouth. My turn up his ass would be the next night. The next night was just the two of us. I had worked out after work that day and went to Wendell's without taking a shower since he liked the smells of jocks and other masculine men and I'd likely have had to take another shower after I fucked him anyway. He greeted me and asked me if I wanted a beer. I had to decline, doctor's orders due to the possibility of drug interaction. He did take my athletic shoes and my socks off my tired sweaty feet and gave them a nice oral massage and then we stripped and he sucked my cock to full hardness. I could have enjoyed another great blowjob like the night before but I was there to knock up his ass. "Where's your lubes?" I asked him. "I have a couple in my nightstand drawer." he replied and opened it to reveal a jar of vase and a tube of water based lube. Both looked old like he hadnt used them since last dildoing himself over half a dozen years before. I needed just enough to facilitate entry and the comfort of my dick. I didnt want to use too much because I needed to abrade, stretch and otherwise wear his rectum out with good thrusts of my dick to facllitate my virus entry into his system. I had been a nailbiter all my adult life because it facilitated masturbating, otherwise I could have quickly and easily 'prepared' his ass with a few thrusts of a finger like my buddy did with a few pumps of his finger or thumb and twists of his wrist to cut up the asshole inside with one of his jagged nails. He took his position on his stomach with his legs spread while I greased up my loggerhead. I felt like I was oiling my weapon. I spat on Wendell's ass as he waited in anticipation. I mounted him, put my aids-shooter to his sphincter and let my weight and pelvic and hip muscles drive it home, shoving it right on in while he winced a couple of times until I was hilted. I then pulled almost out and rammed it home with a snap of my hips causing him to wince and whine. "Ouch! Did you need to do that? Didnt you put enough lube on that thing?" he complained. "Enough to serve its purpose. And I need to tear you up inside so my AIDS can enter you faster and better, besides my dick feels so good when I do that." I replied, satisfied that my dick would do its job of tearing him up inside preparing for him for the knockup before I pumped my viral load into him. I couldnt help but be excited at the thought of getting my HIV off in him. I flexed my muscle inside him and began fucking him, taking full but easy strokes in order to prolong the fuck and wear his insides out more before shooting my first load in him. I felt good laying on his back thrusting in his ass, feeling its renewed tightness around my dick and knowing what my infected sperms would do to him after they carried my virus into him. I normally took ten to fifteen minutes to cum but the excitement had me having to control my fucking or I'd shoot in something like five minutes. Of course I knew that even as I shot my load off I'd keep thrusting for another almost three-quarters of an hour before popping my second load in him. I let my hips take over and sped up my thrusting. I was extremely excited fucking the old man's ass. I thrust faster, harder, my youthful pelvis slapping his aged buttocks as I fucked his old ass with gay abandon. "I'm getting closer. Do you want my baby?" I warned him. He hesitated but I kept thrusting. He then nodded 'yes'. I fucked him even faster and harder, kind of pounding him into the mattress with each thrust of my powerful athletic hips driving my dick in him. I got my urge and told him, "Ready or not, here I cum!" and then began shooting off my load in him, raising my head in victory as my penis pulsed with that ultimate pleasure of pumping my deadly disease-carrying sperms deep into his neg love-tunnel. My thrusts became a little erratic as I kept thrusting while cumming in him. I had fucked several old asses before but that was when I was negative and while I felt good fucking and cumming in them proving the superiority of my handsome & masculine youth over their age and their often lack of masculinity and/or good looks, I never felt as good as this time, my orgasm rivaling most others of all my conquests which ranged from nineteen year old twinks to masculine bears in their forties and a couple of fossils older than my grandfather. A couple minutes later I finished shooting my first load and settled into a sort of maintenance rythym just to keep my dick thrusting in him to force my cum into his anal walls in order to pass my virus into his bloodstream. I knew he liked the feel of a studly man's dick thrusting in him especially knowing he would get a second load. We discussed random subjects while I continued to fuck him and push my cum into his rectal tissues via the fissurs I'd created and then wear the hole out some more. I knew that he would be bleeding inside which would also indicate that I had further opened his gateway for my virus to enter him as easily as my dick entered his asshole. I had liked thrusting after cumming because it made my dick keep feeling good even after I cummed but the added benefit of forcing my cum and disease into an HIV-negative bottom's system also added to my pleasure. He told me about how he had tried gay sex when he was twenty, after a few girlfriends, and that after being a decently masculine mostly Top he decided to try sucking a masculine man's cock and liked it, then he gave his anal cherry to a masculine man with a smallish dick and took the pain the man put to him so the man could cum in him. After a few fucks he liked getting fucked as well as sucking cock and was versatile, giving his head and ass to masculine men and putting his meat to the fems. As he aged he preferred bottoming more especially when masculine bear type and jocks similar to myself was available to get our rocks off in him. He also said he would have liked to look as handsome and virile as me and would have been a total Top like me if he did. I told him he looked good and that looks arent everything, as I learned over the decades. As a matter of fact one of my best buddys, with whom I shared plenty of man to man love and affection while we sowed our wild oats in bottoms, looked like he was in a goon-squad. When the AIDS pandemic hit Wendell decided going without sex was better than dying from it. He limited himself to letting someone suck his limp cock and blowing a couple of men he knew were negative. His often-fucked ass returned to almost virginal tightness after he'd quit dildoing himself. Meanwhile my pelvis was still thrusting my prick in his ass. I could feel the cum that had provided lube after I came drying up as it oozed into his anal walls as the lube I'd greased-up with had at about the time I'd pumped that first load up him. The nice part about being cut was that my glans could stand up to the long haul as well as take longer to fuck before cummming to further abrade an asshole's rectum before pumping my poz load into it. I was thinking about my first load of sperms carrying their infected load into Wendell to be followed by my second wave of 'troops' with the second installment. I pondered how my stamina would be in the coming decades, if I could keep thrusting between loads and if any vaccines or cures would be forthcoming. Half an hour had passed since the last of my first load of sperms entered Wendell's ass. I kept up my pace, knowing that in another fifteen to twenty minutes I would double my enjoyment of infecting this piece of old and now sore hole. When I fucked ass I didnt care much how the asshole felt. As far as some of us Tops care, no pain no gain. Many of us masculine Tops actually had better orgasms when the asshole was feeling the pain we men enjoyed pumping into them with our mighty meat. Not to mention that some bottoms & versatiles actually like us manly assertive Tops pumping pain into them with our dicks. "My hole's getting sore. I know I need to take it." he whined, fishing for sympathy. I answered by increasing my pace, fucking him faster. It was more painful to him but most bottoms know that the faster a man fucks the sooner he cums. I kept my pace up, enjoying how good my dick still felt even though I could feel the lack of lube because my first load was mashed into his rectum. At least it wasnt like fucking that iron-ass mama's-boy an old friend had told me he fucked in the '70's. That fat forty-year old asshole he fucked had liked it so rough and lubeless that the Tops' dicks suffered as much as his moasochistic asshole. Another fifteen minutes later I began getting my urge. I fucked faster and harder, still taking full strokes, the anticipation of pumping my second load of AIDS into his now-formerly HIV-virgin hole spurring me on. I then felt his asshole seem to spasm slightly and tighten up a tad. I knew that despite the pain I was enjoying pumping into him that I turned him on so much with my fucking that he had cummed. I gave my pelvis free rein and piston-thrust in his ass, again slapping his buttocks with my groin as I fucked to my second load and sweet victory. I raised myself up by grabbing his upper arms but he complained it hurt too much so I took more of a pushup position with my hands on either side of his narrow shoulders. I pounded his old ass, feeling my renewed vigor as my urge began to build. I knew that I most likely infected him with just my first load but I liked to make sure as well as double my sexual enjoyment by pumping two poz loads into the neg holes I fucked. I fucked him good, got my final urge, pounded him and hilted myself briefly as my second load began spurting from my dick into him, then resumed pounding his ass another few minutes until after I was spent. My dick felt just as excellent ejaculating in him that second time as when I pumped my first load up his ass. Breathing hard and a bit sweaty I lay on his back, my spent dick snugly inside him. "I'm gonna rest and keep my dick in you awhile." I told him. His ass was feeling the pain and he wanted me to withdraw and dismount but I needed to enjoy the afterfuck and to keep my sperms and virus pressed into his rectum with my dick which would take likely another ten to twenty minutes to soften. I used to just yank out after I cummed and have the person suck it clean before I got dressed and left but I preferred to leave it in and keep thrusting when pozzing a neg hole in order to increase the chances of the infection 'taking'. I caught my breath in short order but enjoyed how good I felt laying on Wendell's back and feeling him under me as well as how good my dick still felt as I lazily rocked my pelvis to keep my dick thrusting inside his now well fucked ass. It reminded me of the cool-down lap after running a mile or two on the track in college. I then realized that somehow he had fallen asleep under me so I got comfortable on him and took my own nap, still thrusting in him as I drifted off to sleep. Half an hour later we awoke and my dick had softened enough to come right out. I saw some blood as well as some cum and brown on it. I got Wendell up so he sat on the side of the bed so he could suck my dick clean which he did although not as willingly as some bottoms did. He did suck it clean and had the respect to kiss it and my scrotum which contained my balls which had contributed the sperms to carry my virus into him and the testostrone that made me the virile manly horny stud I was. He then thanked me for the really great fuck I'd put to him and told me that I turned him on and that getting fucked by me turned him on so much he cummed from getting fucked. I had to control my swelling manly pride as I thanked him for the complement and told him he was a good piece of ass as well as a good cocksucker. I then told him he'd catch the AIDS flu in a couple of weeks and then have to be treated for the virus. He then seemed to jerk back to the reality of having been bred and pozzed. At least he realized that he had willingly let me fuck and infect him and that I owed him nothing. I got dressed and he asked me if we could meet my buddy at the bar where the pep-talk had taken place. I said sure so he got dressed and I called my buddy. We had a nice little pre-celebration of my conquest and victory and both guys hugged me and Wendell kissed me. I went home, admired my dick while I took a shower, got supper and made the next day's lunch and went to bed happy and satiated. Wendell caught the flu just about on schedule and felt like he had been mugged in an alley. My dick and my manly ego swelled with pride because I had successfully pozzed him. Another successful conquest which was a perfect completion to the really nice feeling orgasm my dick had when I pumped my poz jizz up his ass. It got me so horny I had to go fuck my buddy I had pozzed. Out of pity I took Wendell to my doctor who was able to relieve some of the symptoms and pain and then took him home and tucked him back into bed. I had a poz friend who was a nurse who stopped by every day. Once he recovered from that initial AIDS-flu he joined my buddy and me at the bar to celebrate my infecting him. I was surprised when he dropped to his knees, opened my fly, fished out my cock and kissed it right there in the bar. I just as quickly put my dick back in my pants and zipped up before the bartender or the bouncer caught us. "I love the power of your penis, stud!" he then gushed in my ear as he hugged me tight and then caressed my prick through my pants. Again I felt pride in myself and my manhood as my dick swelled in my pants. Unlike Wendell, not everyone I pozzed hailed me as their sex-hero. Even a couple of the chasers I had pozzed wanted to "pay me back" for knocking them up but it was their free choice to get pozzed every bit as much as it was my desire to poz them. For the most part Wendell took his meds on schedule and resumed sucking cocks and taking it up his ass but only for us poz men. The different strains of HIV and AIDS from the numerous poz Tops and versatiles who pumped their infected jizz up his butt played havoc with him and different meds were tried but he managed to live to be 90 although the last decade was in increasingly failing health. My final sex with him was when he asked me to jerk off into his mouth which I gladly did. He swallowed my cum and kissed my cock and balls and thanked me. He wasted away over the last five or six years of his life and died in a hospice just past his 90th birthday. By then I was in my forties and still hanging on due to my dilligence and watching my diet and exercise. At forty-three I was still occasionally pozzing chasers ranging from eighteen and a half to a couple of ancient guys who somehow escaped catching it until they were in their eighties and nineties when I nailed them although my days of keeping thrusting between loads were pretty much over by then and I became a usual one-load per session stud. Even then I seemed to have better feeling more intense penis-pleasing climaxes when I knew I was infecting a neg asshole by shooting my loaded sperms off in it.
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Got me hard, especially the first part (Episode 1), that stud's good finger and fingernail action in the asshole followed by a good fucking climaxed by the stud's dick feeling really great pumping-off his AIDS in that asshole and into his system. I had to go masturbate right after I finished reading it. Kind of ties-in with FF action. Also a good job in Ernest's ass.
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Masculine/feminine Top/bottom is taken from heterosexual sex because the man penetrates the woman and fucks her so it's often carried over to gay action where the more-masculine guy is 'naturally' considered the man in the relationship, is dominant and takes the man's role in a sex act while the 'less-masculine' guy is considered the woman in a relationship, is submissive and takes the woman's role in a sex act and that many consider the average Top as more masculine than the average bottom. In addition, many in the vanilla straight world consider straight couples who do 'strap-on' action as 'wierd' and kinky because the husband and wife are reversing the sexual roles. Many who have their personal or peer 'standards' consider others outside of those standards as substandard. Much of this 'reinforcement' of sex roles, masculinity and femininity, strong vs. weak, dominant/submissive, etc. starts when we were kids in the playground and continues throughout childhood, teen years, young adult, adulthood and clear on into old age because it's the 'status quo' and violating it is considered the first sin. Of course the masc.-fem./Top/bottom stereotype just isnt always true and many masculine men like to be the bottom, some for fellow masculine men, while others will submit to a somewhat fem Top just as some Tops who may look and act fem will "man-up" or "butch-up" as some would say and be the Top in sex acts. One guy whose mouth and ass gave many of us men and our dicks much pleasure put someone in his place in an alley behind a bar, finishing the job by saying, "You can fuck me but dont fuck with me!" Most of my conquests were plain normal looking and acting men whom I call man enough to suck a cock or take it up the ass, and perform other bottom acts. I have fucked big bruiser hairy bearded bears whom some would say looked twice as manly as I did when I was young because back then I was on the slender side, sported the longish hair most guys my age had back then and couldnt get up a decent beard until my early twenties. Many of have tried both Top and bottom roles and chose our preference from those initial experiences. That's the way I and other men found our calling as Tops, how other men found their calling as bottoms and how others found they liked being versatile. Some versatiles I knew would be the bottom for the masculine men and the Top for the 'less masculine' men, as well as 69 and trade fucks with men their own 'level' of masculinity and with some others who wanted to enjoy versatile action. The great thing is that I had many bottoms and versatiles who enjoyed my talents as a Top. The thing is, you cant judge a book by its cover because nobody is 'properly labeled' like a City Of Commerce Municipal Bus. A large and continuing part of the problem is how the less than tolerant heterosexuals see gays in general, which also inspires many gay men who would prefer being "unisex" to keep masculine or 'butch it up' when outside of the gay environments and venues where they can "let their hair down'.
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I had been fucking the man next door for over a decade until his wife came home early one day to find him cheating on me with a friend of mine. It wasnt really cheating on me because we both were shagging him although mostly at different times. Most of the times we had him together was spit-roasting him or making out with each other while he sucked us off. She actually caught them in their bed as they finished. Her husband was sucking my buddy clean. She gave her cheating husband a choice between them moving out of town or divorce. A few months after they moved their old house closed escrow. Unfortunately for him he took the AIDS with him, courtesy of my dick. I had been diagnosed toward the last year they lived there and my doctor suspected I had caught it about about five years earlier, likely from sharing holes with my friend who also had it. My new neighbors included a goodlooking nineteen year old somewhat swarthy-skinned part-Puerto-Rican college guy who took a liking to me when I greeted him the following Saturday morning while we each mowed our back yards. We chatted a few minutes and resumed our chores, then I invited him to lunch. His parents were gone most of the day so we had some time to ourself. We were opposites in age and Top vs. bottom status. I was a healthy virile 66 year old literal dirty old man, a 6 foot tall 190 pound still-horny Top with thinning hair, glasses, mustache, dirt under my nails from my job in maintenance at the plant as well as other activities, 6 uncut inches, and my gnarly size 12 feet that sweated when I got off work and loved getting orally serviced as foreplay. I had some erectile problems starting before age 60 but was often able to get up decent morning wood and successfully fuck ass, especially when someone sucked my toes and licked my sweaty feet from toenails to ankles, or if they were neg. I also loved getting rimmed but putting my my feet to someone's face and mouth was my favorite foreplay. My only deviation from being a Top was giving an occasional handjob to a fellow masculine man who didnt mind my callused hands. Doug was nineteen years old, a couple inches under 6 feet, 25 pounds lighter than me, sported the usual long hair of guys under 30 back then, an uncut dick almost as big as mine, little body hair and nice lips. His feet were size 10 and he'd had his orally serviced but preferred to be the bottom in foot action as well as in most other ways as well but would be Top for the occasional effeminate fellas he met. He said he was HIV-neg. That first afternoon saw no sex but I did catch him looking at my crotch even with my hand resting on it, and my feet because I had worn my old gardening sandals after I finished mowing the lawn. The second weekend was better. He mentioned a few things but of course I was on my guard in case he was a gay-basher. I told him of my marriage at the age of 21 followed by the divorce a decade later and he said he didnt feel like getting married. His talk indicated that his girlfriend was his "beard". He finally asked me if I would let him suck my cock. I told him, "I havent had a shower since Thursday night so I smell there." but he said that's no problem. He proved it five minutes later when I stood while he knelt before me, opened my fly, took my cock out and inhaled it into his mouth and sucked on it like a hippie inhaling his pot. He did a good job starting with licking under my foreskin making my dick feel good while humming in delight. He reached into his pants to release his own hardening cock. That was proof that he got off on sucking my cock. He fellated me off and swallowed my cum. His mouth was a great cunt especially for a nineteen year old. He then kept sucking my spent dick while he jacked off. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my scrotum before licking his own cum off his hand. He had been trained well in the art of pleasing us men. He went home and I saw him a couple of weeks later because his parents stayed home the following weekend. The next session saw me finally having my first piece of his ass. He had let a well-hung black friend of his fuck his ass a couple of hours before which left his hole stretched and lubed for me. After a great feeling oral foot session where he sucked my sweaty toes, licked my feet and sucked my dick as hard as he could he left it wet with spit and lay on his stomach on my bed. "I'm positive so you have a good chance of getting my AIDS." I warned him. "No problem. If you give it to me it's worth it to get knocked up by a real man." he replied. I added some lube to the head of my dick, mounted him, shoved it right up his ass and fucked him successfully. I felt good cumming in his ass as when I had cummed in his mouth the previous time, not to mention how great my dick and I felt shooting my poz cum into him. As with the other neg asses I pozzed, this orgasm was almost twice as good-feeling as fucking ass before I caught the HIV or fucking an already poz ass. He was obviously no rookie, having given my feet and meat expert oral service while keeping his teeth off my skin not to mention getting turned on by getting fucked by me so much that he didnt even need to touch his dick when he came from getting fucked by me. "You can leave it in." he gushed as I rested on his back catching my breath after pumping my dangerous load up him. I had planned to leave it in anyway so my dick would keep my sperms pressed into his anal walls to better facilitate forcing my virus into him. He told me he liked old men. I took a short nap and then pulled out. I dismounted, stood beside the bed and he obligingly got up and sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my scrotum. He then bent over my bed, put his tongue to the sheet and licked up his final negative load of cum. I told him to tell all the men he would have sex with that he had been fucked and cummed in by a Poz man. After a few more minutes he kissed my dick again and we got dressed before he went home, having fulfilled his obligation to me for the day. My dick seemed still excited that I had fun infecting him with my virus by cumming in his ass. A week later, after he serviced my feet I found out he was a slutty bottom, having told me how the black stud(who was still negative) had made him lick his dirty smelly feet before the sex as well as suck his dick clean after the fucking. Doug and I stripped. His face brightened with desire when he saw my dick twitch. He lay on his back on the floor in front of my sofa with his head on a small firm pillow I kept for face-footrests and rimmers. I set my feet on his face and adjusted my position. I felt good with his tongue and lips doing their duty between my feet while I had a beer and read a couple of porn magazines. He was doing a great job. He was a great sex partner because he accepted his place under my feet as well as wrapped around my meat. I'd had the good feeling that I'd soon completely conquer him by pumping more of my deadly virus up his ass which was what I'd wanted to do from the first day we met in addition to using his mouth as a cunt. My dick which had started growing when he kissed my feet grew a little more as I rubbed my feet in his face while I read a porn magazine and looked at the photos of men pumping their dirty loads of AIDS up a twenty-something twink's ass. I let him feel and sniff my feet some more, then I took them of his face and stood up. After having him kiss my feet my dick was hard so I decided it was time to fuck his ass. He sucked on my dick and then lay on his stomach my bed while I added a touch of lube to my glans and mounted him. My dick went up his ass as easily as the previous time and I was able to fuck him to completion again, shooting off my deadly sperms inside his tunnel for the second time. Again I lay on and in him so my prick could help force my AIDS into his rectal walls. I felt damn lucky to be uncut and able to get my rocks off before my E.D. kicked in and deflated my dick as happened to a cut buddy of mine who was around my age. After my dick withered and came out I got up and he sucked my cock clean and kissed it and my scrotum. We got dressed and he kissed me goodbye and went home. I knew he was ready for the next session which would happen next time his parents were out. The next weekend I was invited over to his place where I met his parents who were clueless about their son's perversions. We had lunch and watched the game while Doug's mother served lunch. After the game was over we thanked each other for the great time and I headed home. I had a feeling his father was a closet bisexual who thought I was sexy although we would never have sex. My best time with Doug came a couple of weekends later. Doug's parents said it was perfectly OK for him to spend Friday night with me and that they would be gone until Saturday night or Sunday morning. He got all his homework caught up, doing some in the college library in a blank period between classes. One class he could fudge on because he was sucking the instructor off for his grades. Our night started with our first sex of the night. After he serviced my feet I opened my fly so he could get his face in my pants and suck my cock into his man-loving mouth. He hungrily sucked me off and swallowed my cum, sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and lovingly kissed it and my sweaty balls. That done, we went to a local pizza joint. After returning to my place I fed him dessert in the form of my feet while I watched TV and then I put a dirty movie he had brought in the machine. It was a good film of masculine older men taking turns fucking a twink in his early twenties. The men made the punk lick their feet and suck their meat to hardness, then they took turns fucking his ass, then most of the men took turns sitting on his face or got their second loads off in his mouth. While watching the action I had him at my feet sucking my toes, licking my leathery soles, the tops, my hardened-skin heels, and my ankles to the tops of them. After the film was over I stripped and took off my shorts. I had him rim me to give my feet a breather. We then went to bed. I had him scrunch under the covers where he sealed his lips around my dick sucking it. I could feel his dick still hard between my feet as he fondled them. I awoke at about four in the morning with a piss hardon. He was laying on his side with his back to me so it was easy to just put a little grease on my glans and enter him. Fortunately he had been fucked the afternoon before, That time by a friend with a dick the size of mine but my morning wood was so stiff it went right up his ass with just that little bit of grease on my glans as we lay in the spooning position. I hilted myself and fucked him, my arm around him with my hand pressing into his lower stomach and crotch to keep us together, our feet together, my toenails sometimes digging into his heels and lower parts of his ankles. I had myself a really nice piece of his ass, my dick feeling good fucking and cumming in him. My dick spasmed in one of my all time best feeling orgasms when I pumped my AIDS up his ass and then left my dick hilted in him until it started softening. He was relieved when I finally released my hold on his abdomen. He also liked that I had left my dick in his ass. It came out a few minutes later and he rolled over, scrunched into position and sucked it clean and kissed it. I felt his dick, which was hard and slimy with his cum, between my feet. "I need to take a piss bad. You can drink it." I told him. I dont know whether he actually wanted to drink my strong morning piss or did it simply as part of his obligation to me but he did a good job of drinking it all as he knelt at my feet in the bathtub. Either way I felt really good using his mouth that way as well as for a cunt and foot-pleaser. We returned to bed and he got back into the crouched position, sucked on my dick under the covers and rubbed my feet with his hands and rubbed them on his face. He continued sucking my cock while we went back to sleep. We got up half an hour after sunrise, got dressed and I made breakfast. After breakfast I told him we would be taking a hike in the woods a mile from home sometime that morning. After I put on my old jeans, T-shirt and my hiking boots I made sure he was ready to hike. We took what turned out to be a five mile hike including the mile to and from the woods. My feet were good and sweaty as were his. "OK Doug. Dessert time." I told him. He almost jumped for joy as I shucked my hiking boots. I got myself a beer, picked up a couple of dirty magazines and took my seat on the sofa. He sat at my feet and began performing his oral duties on them while I opened a fresh magazine. He then lay on his back on the floor with his head on the little pillow and I set my feet on his face. My cock was once again getting harder with my desire to pump the next load of my ultimate conquest into him. He was still in heat to get fully conquered by me. I looked through the magazines and began reading about a fat sweaty balding older man using a blond twink's face the way I was using Doug's and then how the blond sucked the fat man's sweaty thick fleshy toes and licked his feet from toenails to ankles before sucking his hard love muscle. The photographs were quality clear shots including closeups of the the punk's mouth on the man's feet, the punk's mouth and tongue as he kissed, sucked and licked the man's feet, the man's hard dick hardening and oozing precum from the turnon of putting his feet to the punk, the man then fucking the punk's ass which was buried under the stud's beer gut, the look of extacy on the man's face when he shot his load off in the punk's ass and the punk's ass leaking cum after the stud ejaculated and yanked out followed by pics of the punk smiling before sucking, and kissing the man's cock and balls and giving his feet another kiss. The session and the magazine brought back fond memories as part of a team of men carrying out some punishment over four and a half decades before when I was in college. Some men had stripped some dude named Doug, held him down and verbally put him in his place while some of us took turns rubbing his face with our feet. Many of us men had gotten hardons when we smeared our feet in his face so we turned him over on the college mens gym shower floor and put our hardons to good use breaking his anal cherry. One guy had put on Doug's shoes and held his head still with his feet so he couldnt shake his head to try to hit a Top's face. Once the last man had a piece of his ass we held him down with our feet and gave him a golden shower. Unlike the new Doug who willingly pleased my feet and meat and gave me the respect we Tops are entitled to and that bottoms owe us, that old Doug wasnt worth the poz cum I pumped up the new Doug's ass. A few minutes later Doug finished licking and sucking my feet and kissed them. He then moved to my cock and suck-kissed it. He patted my sides and I stood up. He was as turned on as I was. I was able to resist laughing at his throbbing hard dick. "Your mouth is a great cunt Doug." I told him while looking down on him as he knelt before me. "Thanks. You're a great stud. I'm so glad we met!" he gushed as I pushed his head back into my crotch. "I must turn you on, your dick is still fucking hard." I said as he got up onto his knees and sucked on my cock. "Can you fuck my ass again?" he asked. "I'll be glad to try. You can suck it if it softens in your ass." I replied. We went to the bedroom where we stripped completely before he assumed his place on his stomach with his legs spread. I mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved my still hard dick up his ass. I could smell his breath from my feet I entered him and fucked him. I fucked his young ass and was getting close but my erectile dysfunction got the better of my meat so after it slipped out I had him lay on his side facing my crotch. I grabbed his head and put my penis in his mouth and fucked it like I fucked his ass that early morning. His mouth was not only a good toe-cozy but also a good cunt for fucking as well as for fellating my dick. I had to fuck his mouth for another five minutes but I worked up a good sweat and got my load off in it, mainly due to the thrill of using his mouth in the most degrading manner. It also further boosted my manly ego, making me feel really good that I had conquered him just about completely. I had tried S&M but using someone's mouth for a cunt and urinal, and especially pumping my poz juzz up a 'virgin' neg ass, turned me on just as much, if not more, as flaying someone with a whip and took alot less effort. He kept sucking my dick after swallowing my load which was slightly smaller than the one I pumped into his ass that early morning. I put the covers over us with just my head sticking out and took a nap while he continued to suck on my dick. About an hour later I awoke with him still sucking my cock and caressing my lower back. I got up. "Have a nice nap?" he asked. "Sure did, especially my dick. I know you enjoyed it too." I replied. "I sure did. I love real men. You're the top in more ways than one!" he gushed as he got up. By then it was lunch time. I offered him some lunch but he said he wanted to do my feet some more so I gave him just a little lunch while I had a good lunch while he then sat at my feet and gave them another good sucking and licking. I was satiated and my feet were more wrinkly from being bathed in his spit. I let him jack off onto my feet and lick his cum off them. By then it was approaching late afternoon and he had to get home and get some chores done before his parents got home. He kissed my dick and then my feet and went home. I took a good shower and went about my afternoon routine with a very happy meat and feet. I had another piece of his ass before he caught the AIDS flu. His parents kept him comfortable and then were devastated when his doctor tested him for the virus and it came back positive. On hearing of his results when I visited him my dick hardened in my pants but not enough to show. His dad and I talked about the promiscuity of the younger generation and his dad said that was the price he paid for screwing around and that he had it coming. Fortunately for Doug's girlfriend he hadnt fucked her since the first time I had put my meat to him and he gave her the news that he had contracted AIDS. She took it badly and it was a mutual dumping. Doug got over that initial flu and was able to make up his college classwork and he and I resumed our sexual relations. After he graduated his parents told him he would have to move out. Fortunately for him I had a poz friend who was between Doug's and his father's ages. I fixed them up together and Doug moved in with him. My friend was versatile and he and Doug fucked each other, 69ed and they enjoyed oral foot fetish. I had been screwing my buddy for a decade and a half starting when he was Doug's age. As a matter of fact it was my spunk that had bred him. I screwed both of them every once in a while and both seem to still be doing as good as I am on meds. Doug pozzed a couple of dudes and said that pozzing a neg hole made being a Top as enjoyable as getting fucked by me was. As I look back on my sex life I feel greatful for discovering the joys and pleasures of not just gay sex, getting rimmed and my feet orally serviced but also how the added pleasure I got from fucking and infecting a few neg assholes enriched my sex life and how really great the power of my dick felt when I pumped my poz jizz up neg holes knowing how it would fuck them up.
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Of approximately a hundred assess I've shagged, a few were lousy, some were mediocre, most were average pieces of ass and some were above average. But three guys I fucked were beyond excellent, how good they made me and my dick feel when I fucked them and especially when I came in them. My first of those three great pieces of ass was a fat blond (about 260) in his early 40s. I fucked him at least half a dozen times, each time remaining in him while I reloaded and pumping a second load up him half an hour later before withdrawing. The second hole, a friend of my soon to be ex-lover, was roughly the same age as the fat blond but about 200 and a solid firm body, largish ass. I fucked him about the same number of times and also fucked him twice before withdrawing, as i had the fat blond. The third was about my age(early-mid twenties) and weight of about 150. His ass was more round and softish. My soon to be ex had fucked up my first piece of him by going first but that second piece of him a couple of months later more than made up for that. That third guy was such a sexual turnon I could count my thrusts before I came in him. Normally I need at least twenty minutes of good hard fucking to get off but this fuck was a true exception because I was able to get my rocks off in just two or three minutes including entry and withdrawal, something even many uncut men cannot do. Unfortunately I fucked him only a total of two times and only one ejaculation each time. A masculine semi-husky bisexual ex-marine in his twenties who liked giving up his nice tight ass to us masculine mens' dicks and sucking our dicks clean after we nutted in him was one of my better pieces of ass. He also had a good head on his shoulders and swallowed. Most of my anal sex was with the bottom on his stomach, sometimes with a pillow under his crotch, while I lay on his back. This was how I scored my best three holes. I sometimes raised my upper torso by taking a pushup stance by holding the bottom's shoulders or upper arms, for better/deeper penetration when fucking ass in that position. About twenty times it was laying on our sides more or less the spooning position. I tried the "missionary" position a couple of times but it was awkward for me. I also screwed several guys standing up with the bottom bent-over including some spit-roasts and a couple times with the bottom standing up, usually with the bottom up against a concrete wall. For those of us who also like oral, fat guys and/or guys with full dentures they can take out to yield nice smooth gums, give the best head (my personal opinion).
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A couple of bottoms tried to rim me while I fucked someone. The first couldnt keep up with my full strokes when I fucked the asshole but he did manage to keep his face and tongue buried in my ass while I stood getting sucked off for my second load. A few months later another ass-kisser who tried was able to keep in time with my thrusts, as a matter of fact he nd the piece of ass I was fucking were lovers and after I fucked the first one and got rimmed while I reloaded the one I had fucked also kept up with my thrusts up his lover's ass. Each time after I nutted the one who kissed my ass also sucked my dick clean and felched my load out of his lover. Sometimes I farted when fucking someone so that was the chances rimmers and ass-kissers took. One of my buddies had a flatulance problem so few were willing to rim him. One friend had a really good strong rim chair so he could get rimmed while someone sat on his dick. I also had a couple of oral foot fetishists suck my big toes when I fucked someone's ass and they also orally serviced my feet from toenails to ankles while a bottom sat on my dick and then sucked it. -
I liked it especially if a man I liked(usually one of my good friends) had just pumped his load up it. I also liked when someone wanted to fuck an asshole in my cum. It's especially nice for us older men with ED to have a fellow masculine man with a large dick prelube a piece of ass by going before me to make it nice for my dick, followed by the bottom sucking our dicks clean and kissing them and our balls.
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I had been diagnosed when I was forty five, The virus had been circulating for about a decade and the doctor said I must have had it for about four or five years according to the tests that were available back then. He cautioned me about barebacking and asked me if I took it up my ass. I have always been a total Top so I had no idea how I could have caught it. He put me on the crude cocktails available at the time and told me to use condoms when fucking someone. I tried condoms a few times but I barely got off and failed to cum a couple of times so I decided to bare-fuck poz guys so as not to risk infecting neg guys. I went and got a biohazard tattoo just above my pubes where any potential partner would see it. One day I decided to try pozzing someone although I had unwittingly done so before my diagnosis. Other poz men had told me how much more intense and enjoyable their orgasms felt when shooting their dirty cum up a neg ass and the great-feeling thrill of fucking up someone's life by fucking him bareback and cumming in him. One suggested I give it a try and another said there were bug-chasers looking for us gift-givers. I went cruising. Part of the problem was finding someone willing to please a somewhat fat geeky/nerdy looking blue-collar working man with dirty nails in his mid-forties who wore old-type hornrim glasses. I was still husky and strong due to my job in maintenance at the plant and adhering to my regimen of taking my meds so I looked as masculine as I was. I went to a couple of sex clubs as well as bars. One guy I scored was just out of college, an aspiring yuppie. I convinced him to go with me to the cheap hourly motel where he didnt seem to notice my tattoo or didnt care to ask. He looked good, sort of like a gym bunny as well as a clean cut young man roughly half my age. "Suck my dick." I told him. He did and I got hard. "I'm gonna pump my first load up your ass." I then told him after I nearly gagged him with a couple of thrusts in his mouth. He opened wide and pulled his mouth off my hard throbbing dick leaving it wet with his spit. I got some soap to add to his spit, as it would be rougher in his hole than the usual grease or water based lubes while still providing enough lube for my dick's comfort. I had him lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs. I spat on his hole, mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved it in. "Ow!" he yelped as I forced my dickhead through his sphincters and on up his ass until I was laying on his back, my dick buried in his neg hole. I then began fucking his nice tight hole. He said I was the fifth man to fuck him, the seventh time he got fucked because two of the men had fucked him twice. "I like a nice tight hole, makes my dick feel good." I said, not mentioning how much better it would feel once I injected my AIDS-seed into him. I fucked his ass good while he endured the pain I was enjoying pumping into his sore ass. I felt like the powerful studly man I was conquering someone who was less than a man. I fucked him faster, harder, wanting to both tear him up inside as well as get my rocks off quick. My dick was feeling good and I knew I had roughened his rectum enough to facilitate passage of my dirty deadly virus into him. I piston-thrust in him, reached my point of no return and let my loins take over pounding him into the bed and ejaculating in him, my dick feeling excellent pulsing with pleasure as I pumped powerful spurts of HIV-laden spunk into his sore hole. I thrust again, sending more of my dirty poz jizz into him, feeling the most pleasure I'd felt since my first piece of virgin when I was in college. Knowing he was feeling nothing but pain and humiliation at being used like a woman added to my enjoyment of manhood as well as the thrill of using my hard horny penis as a weapon to permanently infect him with my nasty seed. I thrust a few more times while he whined, then I rested on his back catching my breath, my dick hilted in his ass. I lay on him enjoying the afterfuck, my dick still feeling great knowing my sperms were carrying my horrible virus into his bloodstream through his torn abused rectum. I was able to flex my dick in him feeling my powerful manliness like a fighter flexing his muscles after knocking out his opponent in the second round. 'When are you gonna pull out?" he asked. "A few more minutes." I replied, not mentioning how I wanted my dick to remain in him to keep forcing my cum and virus into his rectal walls. I then thrust a number of times, as my dick was still decently hard. Finally satiated, I pulled slowly out. He mentioned that at least I didnt go ahead and yank it out like some studs did. I didnt mention that I pulled out slowly in order to keep as much of my AIDS-carrying cum inside him as possible. I dismounted and stood beside the bed. I noticed his cum on the bedsheet when he got up. He may have hated the fuck I enjoyed putting to him, or simply acted like he hated it, but the tell-tale cum from his dick betrayed him, it meant that he actually enjoyed my studmanship and my using him for my sexual pleasure. "Ok, suck it clean." I told him. He gave me a stupid look but realized that I was bigger, heavier and stronger than him so he obeyed, almost wanting to vomit but nonetheless he did a decent job of sucking my dick clean. He didnt kiss my dick which had torn him up inside and piped my disease-carrying sperms into him nor my balls which had supplied those sperms that carried my life-changing virus into him. Simply put, I had a ball emptying my balls into him. We got dressed and checked out. That would be the last I'd see of him for a few years. I bragged to a poz buddy about my conquest which had him rubbing his hardening dick through his pants. He said, "Well he was queer enough to want it and you're man enough to put it to him. Pleasure to your penis and pain to the punk, I always say." before hugging and french kissing me. I hugged and french kissed him back, two masculine studs sharing man to man affection celebrating our conquests of neg bottoms and bug-chasers. I saw my conquest half a dozen years later. He had not taken his meds properly and looked ravaged from the disease that I (and no doubt other studs) had pumped into him. I myself was still in decent shape, having stuck to my meds regimen. I asked him to suck me off but he declined. No great loss, there were other holes to be had.
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I had been friends with Rick an ex-marine from three decades ago. He wore a chambray shirt, designer jeans and sandals that he wore on his days off. His difference from most dudes was his manly job as a maintenance man at the metal fabrication plant we worked at where we wore our gray work clothes with hardhat, work gloves and steel toed work boots. He was versatile and was equally fond of 69ing with someone as well as fucking ass and getting fucked. He gave me great head and sucked my dick clean after I fucked his ass. Despite him having the longhair most younger men had, along with long nails, no facial hair and being versatile instead of a Top like me he was otherwise as manly as I was, having screwed a number of versatile bears, bikers, sports jocks and married men, in their asses and mouths, and he was also good at rimming and getting rimmed. One day he admitted how my manly hands turned him on and that he wanted me to jack him off and fuck him. He had restricted himself to giving head to us poz guys since he believed there's little chance of catching our HIV through his mouth. "As long as I can use your cum for lube to fuck you with. Also, remember that I'm now poz. You bug-chasing and want the gift?" I replied. "From a manly stud like you, yes! Prove your manhood in me." he gushed. We went to the shower in the mens locker room during our lunch break, dropped our pants and I soaped his dick and my hand for jacking lube. I stood behind him and grabbed his dick which finished hardening in my rough callused nailbitten hand. I jacked him off and caught his load in my hands. "Best orgasm I've had in a long while!" he gushed like a queen in heat. He then knelt and sucked my dick to full hardness, kissed it and left it wet with his spit. He bent over and grabbed his ankles while I smeared his cum on my dick. It mixed with his spit and I then spat on his hole and put my meat to it. I had been more used to fucking the bottoms by laying on their backs while they lay on their stomachs but I got used to fucking ass standing up with the assholes bent-over because many of my scores were in mensrooms and the showers. After my first few such conquests I enjoyed standing tall and proud using some asshole for my sexual pleasure. I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick right up his ass. He had more discomfort than usual because he had just cummed. I liked that his ass was at least a little bit tighter around my loggerhead because he had already cummed and that I would be pumping my newly acquired bug into him. He usually was turned on from getting fucked by us masculine men so he often cummed before we pumped our loads up his ass or cummed as soon as he put his dick in someone's mouth or shoved it up their ass. Once hilted inside him I flexed my love muscle and then fucked him. He took it well while I took my pleasure in his ass. I always loved "proving" the already obvious fact that I'm more a man because I wore glasses, had a full beard, weighed well over 200 lbs. and most important was always a Top. I fucked that asshole for about ten minutes before getting my urges. I fucked him faster and harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass as I yanked his hips to me with each thrust, and then hilted myself as I shot my first volley of rapid-fire spurts deep into his ass and then resumed thrusting to pump the rest of my dirty seed up him. I hilted myself again while he told me how good getting fucked by me was. I told him it was my best piece of him ever. My dick felt just about twice as good as any other time I fucked him even when I broke his cherry, his tight ass around my dick back then while he endured the pain I enjoyed pumping into him. The nice difference was that this was my first piece of his ass after I caught the bug myself. "Thanks. You're a good hole as always. Hope you 'enjoy' my gift to you." I replied. I pulled out of him and let him turn around to suck my dick clean. After he sucked it clean I gave him a drink of warm beer on tap before he sucked off of my meat leaving it clean and dry. He kissed it and my sweaty balls, stood up and hugged me. "I'm glad you wanted me to knock you up. I sure enjoyed doing it to you, my dick felt really good pumping my dirty cum up your ass and into your bloodstream." I told him. "Pleasure's all mine stud. You dont know how much you turn me on!" he softly gushed and kissed me. Thinking how crappy he would feel when he caught that flu added to my turnon. It was kind of like S&M without the leather and whips. He was actually the fourth ex-marine I had fucked but the first one I pozzed. I had also fucked an active duty marine not to mention other active and ex-military guys whose asses and mouths I'd pumped my loads into. Over the next couple of decades any more bug-chasers would want me to knock them up. Just then Stan the skinny ugly old janitor and a fat flabby slobby man named Bill entered the mens locker room, came into the restroom and walked to the shower. I looked over the shower door and opened it. "Hi Stan, Bill." I greeted them. Both men were poz. As a matter of fact I had knocked Stan up one afternoon after quitting time the week before. He knew I was poz but figured that he wouldnt live past eighty with or without AIDS and was almost in love with me like Rick was. He sucked decent cock and had a still tight ass, as he reserved it for us men. "Looks like a man fucked a queer. I'll have myself a piece if you dont mind." Stan said. "Be my guest." I replied. Stan looked past his prime but was still able to get it up and cum. He was 60 years old, skinny, wrinkled, wore old glasses, had dirty nails and liked getting rimmed and his gnarly feet orally serviced. He decided to let Bill go first so Rick sucked Bill's cheezy uncut meat to hardness and then assumed the position. Bill entered him and grabbed his hips with his flabby nailbitten hands and fucked him. Stan was a versatile unlike Bill and me who were Tops. We hugged and kissed after he unbuttoned his gray work shirt, our glasses clicking together. He hadnt used his mouth since the day I pozzed his ass. He would soon get the initial flu. Bill made short work of Rick, nutting in five minutes, his forty five year old uncut dick adding his poz cum to mine in the dude. He pulled out and let Rick suck his dick clean. Rick kissed his balls even though his crotch was sweaty and raunchy smelling. Stan then let Rick suck him to hardness, then had his piece of ass while Bill, his shirt unbuttoned, hugged and kissed me. We men hugged and kissed for the ten minutes Stan needed to fuck Rick and get off. Bill was sweaty so we rubbed together in man to man affection. Bill and I disengaged so he could kiss Stan when he came in Rick. They kissed and then Stan pulled his spent dick out of Rick who turned around, sucked it clean and kissed it and his balls. Seeing all that combined with hugging and kissing my fellow men started getting my dick hard but lunch hour was just about over so we pulled up our pants, buttoned our shirts and were about to leave when Patrick came in. The married bisexual saw the cum running out of Rick's ass and knelt to felch it but I told him to leave our cum in because it was poz and we were knocking him up. His own dick got hard from doing that but Rick sucked his uncut dick and swallowed his load. Pat then saw Rick's cum on the shower floor, got on all fours and licked it up. Pat was still neg and like Rick had confined himself to just sucking our cocks, rimming us and orally servicing our feet. Pat and I discussed how he could break it to his wife if he ever got pozzed. He said he would like me to poz him once he came up with a good explanation for his wife. I had fucked him numerous times before getting pozzed and knew that if I pozzed him my dick would feel great when I ejaculated in him. A week or so later Stan had the initial AIDS flu courtesy of my HIV-shooting dick. He was off off over a month because it's harder for older and for skinny persons to get over it. A week after Stan caught his flu Rick caught it himself. Being young in his twenties and much heavier than Stan he weathered it better and was back at work in three weeks although still getting his strength back. Both men took comfort that I suffered it after getting pozzed from a dirty needle a nurse who was a drug user had pricked me with at a medical center. A week after their return several of us Poz men fucked Rick as well as used his mouth for his cocksucking and rimming skills. It was almost a month later before some of us fucked Stan. Stan also fucked some poz guys and then pozzed his first neg guy at a nude beach we went to one weekend. The piece of ass Stan knocked up was a bisexual newly married twenty-something twink just graduating college. He had been broken-in by a couple of neg men and got fucked from time to time by them as well as sucked-off five men a week. Stan had told him he was poz but he had the foolish idea that a homely old man didnt get around much and would somehow be 'safe'. He soon learned different. Stan said it was one of his best feeling orgasms and made him feel like the studly he-man he really was. Later Bill went to that nude beach and knocked-up a chubby-chaser who was about the same age as the dude Stan knocked up. Three weeks later when Bill told us his dirty seed had done its work in that twink he fucked we hugged and french kissed and fucked Rick's mouth.
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A man had a twink boyfriend whom he wanted to get pozzed. The man himself was still neg but wanted to give his nineteen year old prag to a masculine, poz stud. John, Joe and I were sitting on the beer cases that lined the wall in the bar idly nursing our beers shooting the shit when he and his twink came by, checking out the other guys sitting on the beer cases before they stopped upon seeing us. "Hi, guys. How's tricks?" I greeted him. "So far so good" he replied. We got to talking and he then asked us our status. All three of us were poz, which delighted him. "I'd love to give you men the honor of breaking his HIV cherry. You accept?" he asked. I caressed my crotch, John hefted his meat through his pants and Joe reached under his belly (which, because I had pozzed him a while back, was only starting to recede). "We'd be honored to pump our dirty jizz up his ass" John replied, grinning. "You've got a deal. Meet me at that cheap motel up the block, you know the one," he said, referring to a seedy hourly no-tell joint we sometimes used. We finished our beers and headed to the motel. Dexter and his twink met us in front and we checked in. The clerk was a wise old baldheaded man with horn rim glasses that were somewhat like the glasses John and I both wore. Of course the clerk showed no reaction to five guys renting a room. Dexter handed over ten bucks, took the brass key with its large battered green plastic fob with the joint's name and the room number on it. I asked the clerk if he wanted to fuck the twink. He grinned and replied, "I had him last week. He's a pro: good ass, mouth, rimming and he even sucked my toes and licked my feet. Have fun, boys." The clerk may have been old, skinny and homely but his libido, and his ability to still get hard and get off, and having no effeminacy made him more manly than some of the bears I'd fucked. Dexter led the way to the room which turned-out was in back. He let us in and we checked-out each other. Dex was average height and weight, in his twenties and average with masculine good looks with a smattering of body hair and decent pubes. His twink lover Matt was nineteen, smaller, slender with dark slightly wavy hair and slightly less masculine appearing than his boyfriend. He lacked any decent body hair and was clean shaven. John had carded him before leaving the bar just to make sure he was over eighteen. He had shown him his real ID instead of his fake one he used for getting into the bars. Of us three studs, John was the biggest in terms of total size at over 6', about 250 pounds with brown hair, glasses, beard, deeply bitten nails, eight and a half cut inches and size 12 feet. Joe was short and fat at five and a half feet tall, 240, silver rim glasses and five cut rock hard inches. I was John's height but just over 200, with curly brown hair and beard, glasses, dirty nails from my job at the junkyard pulling and processing parts, my feet were about the size of John's, and my cock seven cut inches. John, Joe and I were in our thirties and had decent body hair and full pubes. "Let's get started. Jim you go first," John said, gesturing at me. We all stripped and Dex stood and told Matt to suck him off, suggesting "Might as well get off now otherwise I'll be shooting spontaneously from watching you guys knock him up," he said as Matt sucked his already hard cock into his mouth. Matt fellated him off and swallowed his jizz. He then sucked the man's dick clean and kissed it and his balls. Dex sat on a chair by the bed for a ringside seat while Matt sucked my cock into his mouth to suck it hard while inhaling my musky crotch. My dick hardened in his mouth and started oozing some precum in anticipation of pumping my HIV up his ass. I was almost vibrating with my lust to make my dick feel good by infecting him with my poz jizz. Matt then opened his mouth wide to leave his spit on my dick. He lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I added a minimal amount of grease to my dickhead just to facilitate entry. I spat on his hole, mounted him, lined up my shot and let my weight drive it into his ass. Once his sphincters gave way I grinned wide and rammed my dick up his ass to my balls with a snap of my hips while he yelped and flinched from the sudden pain. "He's only been fucked a few times" Dex commented as I began thrusting hard to open his rectal walls up for my load. Matt was a good tight hole who made my dick feel good in his snugness which I enjoyed as I fucked him. He occasionally whined about the pain but accepted it as part of my dick tearing him up inside to facilitate passage of my HIV into his system. Knowing what I would do to him when I ejaculated inside his sore ass, how I would change his life forever the way mine was changed, added to my thrill of fucking him. After about five minutes of pumping pain up his ass I was ready to pump my AIDS-packing sperms into him. I fucked him faster and harder enjoying my manhood conquering the little bottom's still tight cunt hole. As with just about any ass his was better than any vagina, in fact better than most assholes I've fucked due to his tightness and HIV virginity. I let my hips take over, my loins pumping fast and furious, pounding Matt into the bed as I fucked for maximum pleasure and my ultimate goal to infect his ass with my deadly dirty sperms. I thrust-fucked him as he gritted his teeth enduring the pain I enjoyed pumping up his ass with my horny dick. I started feeling my oats, fucking even faster and harder building up to my climax, going from pile-driving to jack-hammering and then felt my dick swell as I swelled with macho pride. A few more thrusts and I hilted myself as I pumped my first volley of rapid-fire spurts into his sore hole. I then repeatedly slammed it home until I was spent and lay on his back catching my breath, rocking my pelvis to keep my dick moving inside his hole to force my sperms into the tears and fissures I had ripped into his rectum with my penile thrusts. My dick felt absolutely great fucking him especially when I ejaculated in him and even after I finished pumping my nasty dirty load into him. After a round of praise and complements on my studmanship and catching my breath I slammed home a couple more thrusts and slowly pulled out. Unlike the times I often yanked out I withdrew slowly this time to keep as much of my poz cum inside his ass as possible. I noticed a speck of blood along with the bit of cum and brown on his hole and on my dick. "Great fuck Jim!" Dex said as he hugged me. "Suck it clean," Dex ordered Matt who then sat on the side of the bed, sucked my cock clean, and kissed it and my balls. I stepped aside so Joe could step in and get his cock sucked to full hardness. Joe's five and a half inch cock was a respite from my seven inches. Matt sucked it all in, his face buried in the short fat man's pubes under his belly. Once Joe was hard Matt resumed his place on his stomach but with a pillow under his crotch to better accommodate Joe's corpulent physique and get more of his shorter dick fully into his ass. Joe mounted Matt who helped him find his target. Joe then let his manly weight drive it right in. "Still nice and tight. Matt you have a great hole," Joe said as he began fucking him. Joe wasn't what anyone called "Hollywood handsome" but his superior masculinity trumped just about any movie star. He fucked fast and hard, his fat shaking and rippling with each thrust. I could tell that Dex admired him as much as he had admired me. John, who also admiring Joe, was working up a sweat and breathing hard. Joe responded by fucking harder as I grinned away, enjoying the scene. John's dick was hard and Matt saw it, a bit of trepidation in his face. "Here I cum!" Joe said as he hilted himself for a few seconds and then resumed thrusting. I could almost see his small but mighty prick pulsing with pleasure as he added his virus-laden load to mine in the asshole. My own dick started hardening despite my having nutted just fifteen minutes earlier. Joe rested, catching his breath, as sweat rolled off him onto Matt. We clapped him on the shoulder and told him it was a great fuck he threw into Matt. He the thrust a couple more times and pulled out. Matt got up, knelt before Joe and sucked his dick clean and kissed it and his sweaty scrotum. John was already hard but he still let Matt try to suck it. Matt was able to get just about the whole thing into his mouth with a little help from the stud's hand on the back of his head and gagged. John then released his head and let him pull his mouth off it. Matt returned to his place and again spread his legs wide. John mounted him, one big hand on his back, and lined-up his shot with his other hand. He then drove his meat up his ass as he yelped much louder than when I rammed mine up him. "Oh, man, nice and tight. I'm gonna have fun pumping my AIDS up this hole" John exclaimed after filling Matt with his thick meat. John then began fucking Matt who endured the fucking from our hero's big dick. Each manly thrust of his mighty meat also forced Joe's sperm as well as my sperm, and the accompanying viruses into the asshole's rectal walls. John gripped Matt's upper arms and fucked harder enjoying the good lube provided by our cum. I knew he was enjoying fucking Matt who was in pain from his big dick. John took full strokes using all his eight and a half inches, widening and tearing the part of Matt's asshole not reached by Joe's or my dicks, stretching his unused portion of tunnel to split the lining even more than the first six or seven inches. We all admired John's expert use of his dick with his mighty thrusts bordering on brutal, his occasional manly snaps of his hips, how he sometimes angled his thrusts to force his dick into the asshole's anal walls to further stretch and rip them up inside. He sometimes corkscrewed his hips and otherwise worked to force our dirty cums into his rectum and system before he settled into pile-driving and then jackhammering to get his own rocks off. John grinned from ear to ear as he mightily pounded Matt into the bed. Dex himself had his precum-slimy throbbing dick out and was keeping his hands off it lest he shoot a second load. John pounded faster as Matt endured the pain of getting drilled by the he-man. I could see what looked a bit like tears on his face and also could see a trace of blood coming out of his ass on John's out-strokes. "You're doing good John, he's bleeding" Joe said while fingering his own turgid dick. "Finish him off stud!" Dex gushed as the stud pounded his prag good. John then announced, "Ready or not, here I Cum!" hilting himself deep in the torn asshole, grinning and pumping his eyebrows up and down behind his glasses as he pumped his deadly load of virus deep up Matt's worn ass. He then pulled almost out and slammed it home a few times to pump the rest of his toxic cum up the hole before resting on and in Matt who lay there under him, glad the pounding was over. Joe and I hugged and french kissed John followed by Dex who likewise did so. "If you studs' dicks don't infect him, nothing will" Dex exclaimed. A few minutes and more thrusts later our hero slowly withdrew and dismounted. Matt got up and sucked his dick clean, kissed it and his balls and gushed about how much our studmanship turned him on so much he had cum from getting fucked by us. The proof was on the bedsheet. Dex then hugged and kissed us three studs and then knelt and kissed each of our cock heads. He then licked Matt's last neg load off the bed sheet. We got dressed and checked out. "You guys have fun?" the old clerk asked. We all chimed in that it was great with Matt adding "Fabulous!" "He won't think it's so fabulous when he gets that first flu" Joe remarked with a smirk. "Well, he wanted it, he got it." John replied with a grin, rubbing his crotch through his pants. Then we returned to the bar where Dex treated us to a round of beers. The bartender asked how the fucking session went. "Excellent. These three studs screwed his ass into the bed. If I was poz, or wasn't afraid to get pozzed, I'd want to feel their meat in me too" he replied, his arms draped over both John's and my shoulders. "Glad you all had a great time. Thanks for that piece of him last week" the barman replied. Joe, John or I returned to the bar every few days. Once in a while Dex and Matt were there, but about six weeks later Dex was there alone, which led Joe to ask "Where's Matt?" "It worked" Dex replied. Joe told us the news that night and we all met at the bar to join Dex for a couple rounds of beer. A month later Matt was recovered enough to join us and then suck us off. We all fucked him a few more times over the next few months. We three agreed that our first pieces of Matt's ass were the best by far.
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It takes me too long to get off, especially oral so I would get tired or cramp-up and his mouth and neck would get tired long before I could cum if we did it under a stall wall. I did try a glory hole one time. I was lucky it was the right height and the cocksucker gave me good head, made my dick feel good.
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I love using someone's mouth as a piece of cunt for my sexual pleasure. I was able to cum from laying back while the cocksucker did the work just three times including the masculine 64 year old who gave me my all time best blowjob. My orgasm shooting my load off in his mouth ranked with the three best pieces of ass I fucked. All the other times I had pieces of mouths I held the cocksuckers' heads and fucked their mouths the way we men fuck any other cunts. Most of the cocksuckers I shagged actually liked getting their mouths fucked by me and a few other men, especially when I weighed 250.
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I spent two months of another summer working on a remote camp festival project so far from the nearest town we had our own camp.Across the field from the trucks and trailers full of the supplies and tools the prefab mess hall, bunk house and toilet and shower facilities served the twenty-five of us men. The mess hall had the kitchen trailer in one half and the mess hall itself in the other trailer with a long table with benches that seated fifteen on each side. The bunkhouse was a large tent with some double decker bunks and some army surplus cots. Each of us had a footlocker at the foot of our bunks or cots and there was a row of gym type lockers along one wall. The shithouse was a wooden shed on skids with three fixtures along one outside wall with the toilet at the far end, a sink on the other end by the door and a urinal between them. No dividers separated the fixtures. The door was between the sink's corner and the shower stall wall in the middle. The other side had a three-by-eight two-head shower stall. A water tank painted black and elevated on a stand supplied luke-warm water. An exhaust grill in the corner of the ceiling over the toilet removed the stink from shitting. The turbine ventilator on the roof whirred lazily in the minimal breeze. The shithouse was situated so the prevailing winds blew fresh air in the door when it was left open The screen door had a closer, a nice improvement over the simple spring which slammed it shut every time we went in or out. One afternoon I entered to find a full house. Patrick was using the urinal, John was pissing in the sink and Miquel who was above us in hierarchy was on the john. I had the choice of pissing in the shower drain or standing next to John but Miquel opened his mouth for me. I stepped up to him, stuck my cock in it, he sealed his lips around my dick, wrapped his hand around the part outside his mouth and I slid my fingers into his hair which was as black as the dirt under my fingernails to hold his head in place. I began taking a very enjoyable piss while he drank it. I emptied my bladder while he drank the rest of my piss. John finished pissing and stepped over to me. We put our arms around each other and french kissed, our glasses sometimes clicking together, while Miquel drank my piss. Once he swallowed the last drops of my piss he sucked my dick a minute as I hardened in his mouth and hand. Pat finished pissing in the urinal, turned around and stood there admiring John and me. My dick was hard so I pondered which end to fuck. I had used Miquel's mouth the last two times I screwed him as well as well as some other mouths and hadnt had a piece of anyone's ass in a week. So far none of the guys who sucked me off and swallowed my loads caught my bug. The only positive bottom was a receptacle for us poz Tops and versatiles. Miquel was neg and knew John and I were poz but we knew he wanted to be pozzed by masculine men. "Wipe your ass good Miquel, I'm gonna fuck it." I told him. "I'll rim some spit into him Jim." Patrick said. Miquel left my cock wet and I stepped back. He stood up, leaving his pants down around his ankles and wiped his neg ass good before he turned around. Patrick stepped up, bent-over and rimmed him leaving his ass wet with his spit. Miquel grabbed his ankles and I stepped to his rear. I lined up my shot, put my cut 7" meat to his asshole and held his hips. I entered him as he flinched alittle because the only lube was his spit on my dick, Pat's spit on his hole and the residual shit left in his rectum. I hilted myself and fucked him. His ass felt good around my dick as I used him to make my dick feel good. Miquel wasnt too comfortable but I was. I fucked his ass good, the swucking sounds almost filling the room as John and Pat admired me. I fucked faster, harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, my dick heating up. I was breathing harder and started working up a sweat by the time I got my urges. I had to readjust my grip on his hips to keep from digging my nails into his skin and pounded him to victory. I hilted my dick in him and ejaculated, shooting off over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of AIDS-laden cum inside his ass while John supported me as my knees shook. I then pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few times, my pelvis slapping his ass with each thrust of my hips driving my dick in his asshole to tear him up more inside and pump the rest of my HIV-laden sperm cells into him. I hilted myself again, pulling him to me a few seconds,then I pulled halfway out and slammed it home again before yanking my spent dick out of him. I noticed a little bit of blood along with some of my cum on it. "Great fuck stud!" John said as he hugged and french kissed me. "Your turn my fellow stud." I told John who had already opened his fly to free his stiff dick which was similar to mine. John grabbed Miquel's hip with one masculine hand and used his other hand to guide his dick to the hole before grabbing the other hip. He shoved his glans into Miquel and yanked his hips to himself as he rammed it in up to the nuts with a manly snap of his own hips causing him to flinch and give a slight yelp. "Be glad I bite my nails. Jim's would have cut you up" John said with a hearty laugh. Patrick kneeled in front of me, opened his mouth wide and took my spent cock in his mouth. He closed his lips around the hairy base of my cock and began sucking it clean, humming in delight as he worked his tongue on my shaft and licked and sucked traces of Miquel's blood, shit and my poz cum off of it and swallowed it. It was a great afterfuck for me. John fucked Miquel good, enjoying himself as much as I enjoyed myself using the versatile's ass for his sexual fulfillment. The man fucked harder, faster, working up a sweat and beginning to breathe hard while I admired him and his studmanship. All the while Pat kept sucking my dick while humming in delight. John finally nutted in Miquel, hilting himself adding his dirty load to mine up the now slightly sore ass pumping off his initial spurts, pulled out halfway and slammed it home, a loud "smack" as his pelvis slapped the ass. A few more manly hip-snapping thrusts later he yanked out. Pat finished sucking my cock and sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my sweaty balls. Miquel remained bent-over to keep our AIDS-charged cum inside him and avoid letting any of his ass. Pat turned and began sucking John's dick clean. John and I again hugged and french kissed while Pat sucked his dick clean of our cums and Miquel's residual shit and blood. A few minutes later Patrick was finished and sucked off of my buddy's dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and his scrotum. John and I pulled our tongues out of each others mouths, put our dicks away and zipped up while Pat turned and began kissing and licking Miquel's hole, but not sucking any of John's and my cums out of it. I could hear Pat humming the way he did when he sucked our dicks clean. John and I kissed again and stood, arms around each others shoulders, watching Pat do his duty rimming Miquel's ass. "Man that was my best feeling piece of ass in a month. My dick really felt good pumping my dirty AIDS up his virgin cunt." John exclaimed while caressing his weapon. "Same here. Few things feel as good as shooting my AIDS off in someone and pozzing him. It was even better sharing the fun with a fellow stud like you who turns me on." I replied. Pat kissed Miquel's ass and then sucked the cheeze from his uncut dick although he had cummed from getting fucked by us. Pat then licked Miquel's cum off the floor. It was the last neg cum Miquel would ever shoot. "That was a nice fucking studs! Next time please piss in my mouth John." Miquel gushed and hugged John and me. Pat then added that he enjoyed his part and asked us to fuck him bare when we had the chance. He had wanted to get fucked by John and me for months but was weary of a poz load up his hole and what his wife would do if he caught our bug. Pat's dick was rock hard so he masturbated, caught his load in his hand and licked it off. We laughed at him on our way out of the shithouse. Pat then put his dick away, zipped up and followed us out. A couple of weeks later Miquel took sick and had to leave the camp on the weekly supply truck. "We did it stud!" John exclaimed while rubbing his hardening dick through his pants and throwing his other arm around me and kissing me. My dick also hardened from the news and seeing John's he-man hand on his bulge. By the time Miquel got over that initial AIDs flu we were packing up the camp for its return to the yard. He returned to work a month later having recovered enough. I wondered how he felt toward John and me because we had knocked his ass up. One day a week after his return to work we overheard him and another guy talking during lunch. Miquel said, "I had it cumming sooner or later. At least two studly he-men who turn me on knocked me up. I'm surprised I didnt get pozzed through my mouth."
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I had been poz for a few years and on the cocktails. I was still in decent shape and horny much of the time. I sometimes stopped at a smut shop on my way home from work to stick my thirty-four-year-old dick through a peep-booth glory hole to get it sucked. Many of the cocksuckers, the ones able to accommodate my somewhat larger than average size, loved my cut thick eight and a half inch meat and the taste of my dick sweat, cum and piss, not to mention the assholes who loved getting pounded by me. I had been using condoms unless the assholes were either poz or bug-chasing. One day while leaving the smut shop after getting off a load in a cocksucker's mouth I picked up one free rag I'd never read before and found a section in the classifieds for bug chasers and gift givers. Like many poz Tops I usually had better feeling orgasms when infecting a neg bottom with my dirty semen. I perused the ads and decided to call a few bug chasers. Over the next few weeks I knocked up a couple of holes. One was a nice session that took place in East L.A. I stopped at a payphone on my way home from work one afternoon, dropped in my twenty cents and called the number and asked for Leonard. The man who answered yelled for him and once he picked up the phone I asked, "Hi, Leonard, did you have an ad in the paper for bug chasing?" He said yes and asked me when I could come over. I had the next day off so we made a date for the next afternoon when his room mates would be working or balling someone. The next day I had breakfast, brushed my teeth, combed my prematurely graying stringy shoulder length hair and put on my old gray work shirt and trousers, work boots, glasses and sweat-stained cap and headed to the bus stop. I caught a bus downtown and then the number eighteen all the way to Garfield. I still had to walk a few blocks since I missed the Montabello bus. Once there I was greeted by a medium-complected latino guy in his early twenties a few inches shorter than my six feet. "Leonard?" I inquired. "Cray?" he replied. He almost pulled me in and closed the door behind us, then hugged me and offered me a beer. I said I'd have one after my first load. He was pleased I'd pump more than one load up his ass. After a few minutes of small talk we went to his room which had a double bed mattress and box spring on the floor. We stripped and admired each other. I was still on the heavy side with decent body hair while he was on the slender side and lacking body hair but he did have a little beard as well as the long hair just about every male under thirty sported back then. He knelt and sucked on my cock until it got too big for his mouth. "Sorry I cant suck you good." he apologized. "No problem, it's going up your ass anyway. I replied with a grin as he stood up. I had him suck my toes and lick my feet while I fingered my dick to full hardness . "You're so big. I dont have any poppers or luuds so I have to sit on it and ease onto it." he said. "That's fine, as long as I have a good piece of your tight ass." I told him. Wearing nothing but my glasses, I lay on my back on his bed while he got a tube of grease and liberally smeared it on my dick and some into his asshole, then climbed onto the bed and straddled my pelvis facing me and began lowering himself onto my hard dick. He seemed to rest once he got his hole centered on my glans and then shook a bit as he let himself onto it to be impaled. He grimaced in pain as he slowly worked himself onto my thick dick. I could feel the nice tightness of his hole as it began enveloping my loggerhead and see his pained determination to set his ass on my pubes. I had to stifle my instinct to thrust and finish penetrating him. I had done that to another asshole sitting on my dick and he jumped up and off despite my grip on his hips. Slowly he eased himself down on my dick inch by inch. I knew he was feeling as much pain as my dick was feeling pleasure as he lowered his tight twat of an ass on it. A couple more minutes had him sitting on my crotch, my meat deep up his nice tight love-hole, his face still contorted in pain while mine radiated pleasure. He rested and then began slowly working himself up bit and then let himself back down, a short rest, and repeated it, finally working himself without pause. I felt good laying there while he used his whole body to please me and my prick. I was rock hard thinking of how I would feel when I ejaculated in him as well as how he would feel especially in a couple of weeks. I flexed my love muscle when he sat on my crotch so that he could feel the slight swelling of my dick in his ass before he again went up. He increased his pace as I held his hips to steady him. "Feels good. Keep it up." I told him as he increased his pace pogo-ing up and down on my hard shaft. After ten minutes I could tell his leg muscles were getting tired but he persevered and increased his pace once again. I began thrusting slightly and he met my thrusts. I was finally getting closer to cumming as I increased my stroke. I was glad I was getting closer to pumping my dirty AIDS up his "virgin" cunt. I knew he saw nothing but happiness on my face as my hard penis rode in his ass and I could see his own expression change as he anticipated getting my load from my big dick. "Pump faster." I ordered him. He was tired but obeyed. I was getting close, my poz-laced precum adding to the lube on my dick in his ass. I knew his rectal walls were opening up which would facilitate passage of my dirty viral load into him. I began grunting and then felt my load welling up, coming to a head and then I blasted it into him as he kept pumping up and down on my prick. "Man that sure feels good!" I grunted as I pumped my AIDS-carrying sperms up his ass, my dick spasming in utmost pleasure while shooting off my rapid-fire spurts inside him. I thrust good to pump off the rest of my load into him and had him remain seated on my crotch so I could thrust and work my sperms into his anal walls to pass my virus into him. He was sweating from the strain and exertion of doing his part to please me and my hard horny penis. A few minutes after my last spurts subsided I told him to rise slowly so that my cum would stay inside him. He obeyed and rose up and off of my loggerhead. His sphincter was still in decent shape so just a little of my jizz leaked out of him. I remained laying on my back and he lay on his stomach beside me. I checked my cock and saw a little blood on it, a good sign that his rectum had small tears in it that my virus could pass through into his bloodstream, We shot the shit but he didnt go into very much detail as to why he wanted to get pozzed other than some friends got pozzed and he wanted a handsome manly stud to knock him up and was glad I had seen his ad. To pass the time I straddled his face and lowered my ass so he could rim me. His talented tongue and mouth made my ass feel good. Half an hour later I was reloaded and ready to pump a second helping into his man-hungry ass. He got up and sucked on my dick. He did a decent job until it got too big for his mouth, as before, and then licked my shaft and caressed it while still sucking the head. "You can fuck me regular this time." he said as he lay on his stomach. I spat on his hole and then mounted him. His ass was still nice and tight and he still felt pain as I entered him. My dick felt good in his snug accommodating hole as I hilted myself and lay on his semi swarthy back. I began fucking him. This time I was in full control although I did go easy just to prolong my time in him to add more and varied thrusts and angles to further abrade and stretch his rectum. He felt increased pain but gritted his teeth and accepted it as he had when he sat on my pole. I was getting more excited at the thought of pumping a second deadly load up his receptive sore ass. I gripped his upper arms and began pounding him, brutally snapping my hips a few times to further tear him up inside and pump more pain up him. He did beg me to take it easy but I merely toned it down a little owing to my desire to keep myself turned on more. I fucked in sometimes jerky movements, excited at how good I felt fucking and dominating him, using him for my sexual pleasure. I finally hit my urges, my dick getting ready to shoot. I fucked him harder, faster, my pelvis slapping his ass and then felt my jizz well up from my balls and into my dick. I hilted myself and then pumped his ass faster and began pumping my second load of nasty HIV up his no-longer virgin tunnel. I hilted myself again as my dick spasmed in extacy pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into him for my initial volley of what seemed like a dozen spurts and then resumed my thrusting, slamming my dick home a few more times and then laying on his back rocking my pelvis to keep my dick thrusting in his hole and occasionally snapping my hips to slam it home to zark-off the last of my load and force my sperms and their viral load into him through his torn rectal walls, as well as keep up that great feeling my dick felt from my continued thrusts, a nice feeling that was amplified because each thrust of my dick in him further wore out his chute to force more of my dirty virus into his system. "Are you sure you're positive?" he asked. "You'll find out soon enough in a couple of weeks or so." I happily replied with a grin, referring to the AIDS flu he would be getting. I thrust again, my dick still feeling good. I remained on his back for about fifteen minutes, still rocking my pelvis thrusting in him until my dick petered out and came out of him. I dismounted and got up. I checked his hole and my dick, both of which showed noticeably more blood than from my first piece of his ass. I also saw his cum on the bedsheet, the tell-tale that I turned him on big time. "That was a good piece of ass. Want to suck it clean?" I asked. He got up, sat on the side of the bed and took my cock into his mouth and hugged my waist as he sucked and licked it for a couple of minutes. His mouth was talented not to mention his humming in delight so my dick was getting hard as well as clean. He then sucked off of it and kissed my cockhead and then my sweaty balls. He stood up and hugged me tight as I hugged him back. "Thanks for the great fucking. You're my kind of stud. I wish I could suck a dick as big as yours!" he gushed. We then started getting dressed. "I can call you in two or three weeks if you like." I told him as I buckled my belt. "Yes. I'll tell you if it worked. Thanks for the great fucking" he replied. We bid each other goodbye and I headed back out. I caught a Montabello Municipal bus, transferred to the L.A. bus and headed home. After arriving home I took a shower before fixing dinner since I didnt plan on nutting any more that night. I called Leonard three weeks later but didnt get ahold of him for a couple of days. He was finally home and answered the phone himself that time. He did have the flu and felt like he had been jumped in an alley and beaten good. I told him that was how I felt after I caught it and he asked me how I caught it. I told him it was by blood transmission from a fight and that the guy who picked the fight with me must have been poz. I called him a couple of months later. He had no further problems but knew that in a few years his body would be ravaged. I told him about taking the required meds and he said he was working with a doctor at a health clinic in Hollywood. I fucked his ass a few more times as well as enjoyed his rimming talents. He subsequently spread my virus to a few, mostly ones he disliked, and a decade later was in ill health due to his slacking off on his meds regimen. I myself was taking mine religiously so I was still in good health and reached Social Security age which I started collecting at 62. I lost contact with Leonard after a decade and a half, as with most of my other conquests over time. I have a guy I fuck regularly, someone I knocked up a decade previously in a bar mensroom. He's also good at sucking my larger than average cock, a talent most guys with smaller mouths have a hard time doing.
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What sort of guys did you hookup with before you turned 18?
Tailgunner replied to rawTOP's topic in General Discussion
I never had under-age sex although a couple of broads came on to me to but I wasnt interested in subjecting myself to the risks involved. As for gay sex there was no way I'd have done it even if there was any available. My first sex was the summer after my first year of college when I was almost nineteen. The gay sex was worth the wait. -
My boss was a pompous egocentric prick who initiated a worthless system of unnecessary harsh discipline and penalties for minor "violations" at the plant because he got off on abusing his underlings with his power trips. He was a dandy type of dude in his early forties who had contempt for us blue-collar men. He wore a wedding ring to fool people into thinking he was a straight family man and even had posed photos of his nieces and nephews and a lady friend on his desk. He said they were his wife and kids. Many of us were getting sick of him but with the job market the way it was even in the early 1990s we had little choice. I was a normal masculine 25 year old man with an intact dick. I had caught the bug one night after fucking half a dozen holes and mouths. I was talking to a poz friend I had just fucked and as we discussed our jobs he said he knew of someone who could be my boss and that the asshole was a flaming bottom when he went to a private sex club and wasnt overly cautious about whom he let fuck him, accepting that sooner or later he would get knocked-up. My friend then said he knew a buddy who worked at that sex club and that something could be arranged. He introduced me to his friend Allen and we hit it off good. The next month of planning resulted in me getting a pass to the sex club on the night my boss would be there. I arrived early and my buddy's friend Allen said he had things set up. I was to wait in a cubicle while my boss checked in and settled in his larger private room. The asshole would then be blindfolded(he'd be told it was part of a sex scene), led to a padded sawhorse rig and strapped into place. I was then to go in, let the bitch suck my dick hard and then I would grease-up with just the minimum amount of lube needed and enter him, tear-up his ass while fucking him and pump my AIDS up his fattish ass. I was excited and was glad I could exact revenge on behalf of my fellow workers. As planned the bastard checked in, went to his private room and stripped. Fifteen minutes later Allen came in the room I was waiting in. "He ready?" I asked. "All tied up and ready for plowing stud." he replied and kissed me. We went to the bondage room where the fucker was. "Ok bitch, kiss this cock and suck it." Allen ordered the punk as I put my meat to his mouth. He obligingly kissed my cockhead, opened his mouth and I fed him my cheeze-dog. He sucked it as my foreskin retracted releasing what little smegma I had under it into his mouth as it hardened in his mouth until I had a diamond-cutter and my cheeze was in the mouse's stomach. "You hard stud?" Al asked me. I nodded and pulled out. I stepped to the other end and took the grease Al handed me and smeared on just enough to facilitate entry so I could rip up his insides. I then lined up my shot and lunged. He screamed as I grabbed his hips and forced my dick up his ass. Turned out he was partial to small dicks so my slightly larger than average meat stretched his hole. I hilted myself with a couple of brutal thrusts and flexed my love-muscle inside the asshole who whined and begged until Allen stuffed some dirty socks into his mouth and tied them in. I then fucked that asshole good. I was used to looser holes being that my uncut dick was more sensitive than most cut men but under these circumstances it was a very enjoyable fuck as I managed to pump pleasure into my penis by pumping pain into him. I had as good a grip on his hips as any man could manage on a fat asshole as I made love to him. Knowing how miserable he was and that I would be infecting him with my HIV turned me on more as I pounded his ass. I was getting close, the excitement in my loins rapidly building, my prick feeling the approach to my impending ejaculation. A few more thrusts and my cum erupted from my pleasure-feeling penis and I started to get weak in the knees as Allen and another man supported me as I let my hips take over and pile-drive my dick in that asshole until I was spent. I held tight to the asshole's hips keeping my dick hilted as I spurted the last of my dirty load up him. A minute later I pulled halfway out and thrust again. I felt my dick shoot just a bit more dangerous spunk up the asshole and then thrust a number of times to work my HIV-carrying sperms into his anal walls. A few minutes later I withdrew. Allen and I stepped to the punk's face where he removed the sock gag and ordered him to suck my dick clean. The punk cussed and threatened to bite it so Allen smacked his face, saying next time it would be with his fist. The punk reluctantly sucked it clean as he cried. Allen made him kiss it after finishing sucking it clean. That night was one of my all-time best fucks, my best feeling orgasm, even better than the night I pozzed my friend. I felt vindicated as Allen and I walked with our arms around each others shoulders to the locker room. I got dressed and we hugged and kissed. I checked out and headed to the bus stop. I caught thr bus a few minutes later and rode the five miles to the transfer point. I got off the bus, called Allen at the club from a payphone. He said he would then release the punk. I hung up and waited for my next bus. The boss looked a little pissed the next morning at work and as expected took it out on us. One guy who was fed up spat in his face and quit. One of the girls in the front office also quit. A week and a half later the boss didnt show up at work and was out for a couple of weeks, returning the worse for wear. I told my friend who said, "Good work stud. You successfully knocked his ass up." He was happy and sucked me off, swallowed my cum and kissed my dick. I stayed on just to see how the boss's health declined and found a better job a few months later with better bosses. A number of years later I heard he had to sell his business at a loss and go into a hospice. I made a date with my poz friend and fucked him. He said he liked getting fucked by me to share the joy even though I had pozzed him. Unlike my boss, my friend and I took our meds religiously. My friend and I are now in our mid forties and work in a warehouse less than a mile from our apartment. Our boss at the warehouse is a masculine bisexual who treats his employees decently and fairly.
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I've had a few good pieces of ass at the baths over 35 years ago.
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Stud Roger's Gift to an Old Fat Queen
Tailgunner posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Phil the fat old queen with the permed bleached hair and clear nail polish didnt relish being recruited to play Santa at the restaurant where he cooked but relented under threat of firing by his craggy old skinny boss Sam. I was a regular customer there so I ended up getting picked to be his elf even though I was taller and overall bigger. The X-mas party was a yearly event for Sam's employees and the community. I was athletic, healthy-looking and still in decent shape at twenty-six, a good six feet tall, still over two hundred pounds and had been on my meds since testing poz over three years before. Before I was pozzed Sam and I had fucked one of his bus boys and a college grad waiter, who was another one of those aspiring actors, numerous times including having them suck us off and swallow our loads. The waiter quit after I pozzed him a week after I myself had been pozzed. Phil was negative, as was his lover. They were both in their mid fifties, his lover and him being monogamous for the two decades they'd been together. That monogamy and neg status would be broken that night. The party was a success with everyone but the boss, Danny and me drinking like fish. Danny worked in a junk yard, me in a metal fabrication shop. Danny was in his late thirties or early forties and slightly smaller than me. He too was poz and had serviced me both before and after I got poz. Phil had mentioned that his lover of two decades had a great cock for sucking because its small 5" didnt choke him but he wanted a decent size dick for his fat ass. I sported eight and a half HIV-shooting inches. Being cut I was able to shred an asshole if it wasnt fucked regularly by men at least my size. After the party was over we piled Phil into his car and Sam drove him home where Danny and I met them. We helped him in and stripped him in his bed. We lay him on his stomach and he thanked us. "You said you wanted a big one up your ass. You still want it?" I asked Phil. "You got my gift?" he gushed, his inhibitions completely washed away by his inebriated state. "Right here in my pants." I replied, grabbing and caressing my crotch. I added, "Any of you want a piece before I knock him off?" Sam said, "We lined her up twenty five years ago so I've had my piece." "You can have it Roger. Go ahead, I fucked a better piece in the mensroom." Danny added. I stripped and Danny knelt and sucked me hard and kissed my cockhead. I greased up and mounted the old queen. I found my target and entered. His hole was built for getting fucked. I could feel where his hole tightened past the first five inches. I grinned as I hilted myself in his fat ass and lay on his back. I then began fucking him. He was warm and comfortable to lay on while I had my piece of him. It was a good comfortable fuck as Sam and Danny softly cheered me on. My dick was feeling good in the old asshole as I smeared my precum inside his fissured rectum, piston-thrusting in him, grinning wide at what I'd do to him by ejaculating in him. I fucked harder, faster as I got my urges. I was feeling good, asserting my superior masculinity and pelvic power as I got ready for a really great feeling ejaculation in the old poof. My pelvis sometimes slapped the fat ass as I pile-drove and jack-hammered my gun in him. "What a stud! Look at him go." Sam exclaimed. "Yeah, he's getting close." Danny replied, Both men were rearranging their stiff cocks in their pants. I began pounding Phil so that his fat rippled with each thrust of my mighty shaft in him. "Ready or not. Here I Cum!" I growled as I slammed a few more thrusts in Phil's cunt hole and hilted myself as I spurted my HIV-laden spunk up the fat asshole, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I pumped my dirty AIDS up his helpless bug-virgin ass. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips, corkscrewed my dick in him to further rip his rectal walls and thrust a few more times. I hilted myself and lay on and in the punk while my dirty sperms carried their deadly load through his torn rectum into his bloodstream. Danny bent down to passionately french kiss me. "Great fuck. I could cum myself." Sam said, patting my shoulder. Danny added his praise and then Phil announced he had cummed. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before pulling my spent rod out of the drunken old fat asshole. We men hugged and kissed but only light peck on the lips since Sam was still neg. "OK Phil, suck it clean." I ordered him. Phil was still drunk as a skunk and attempted to roll onto his side but couldnt get up. I looked to see that he had indeed been turned on by me and by my dick up his ass. The little smear of his cum on his bedsheet was damning evidence of his desire to be bred by a real man. "I gotta go clean this asshole's shit off my dick." I said and went to the bathroom where I soaped-up a wash cloth to clean my meat. I noticed a few streaks of blood mixed in with the cum and streaks of shit Phil had left on my dick. I washed myself off and we got dressed and left. I returned to see Sam and Danny masturbating into Phil's open mouth. I kissed Danny as he spurted his load into the old queen's face and half-open mouth. Sam then added his load. Phil returned to work and worked a week and a half before feeling sick. A couple more days later he took off sick and was out for almost a month. His doctor knew the symptoms and tested him, giving him the bad news when the results came back. Phil burst into tears upon seeing me come in for lunch the day he returned to work and cussed me out until Sam slapped him across the back of his head and yelled at him. "I guess no celebration fuck for us." I told Sam when Phil went to the john to cool down. "The bitch asked for it. Drunk or sober, it's his problem he consented to get bare-fucked by someone he knew was poz. He owes you." Sam replied before throwing a bear-hug around me and kissing my cheek. I kissed him back on his cheek and we parted. "Roger you can celebrate-fuck me then." Danny said as the door closed behind him and he walked over to us. "I'd like that Dan." I replied and we hugged and kissed after he hugged Sam. Unlike Phil, Danny was fully sober and wanted my gift which I had given him for his birthday a couple years before this night. I had fucked him numerous times before getting pozzed but pumping my gift up his neg ass was one of my all time intense best-feeling orgasms. My cum in Phil's ass matched it. Phil came out of the mensroom, better-composed but still sobbing, and returned to the grill to get the lunch orders out. Over the next few years Phil lost weight but was taking his meds. His lover who was on the slender side had trouble keeping his weight on and stomaching his meds after catching the bug from him. Phil somehow got over his anger at me and cooled down after several months and Danny and I fucked him and his lover a few times. Danny seemed to get turned on when he saw the health of those he pozzed decline and often would masturbate or fuck someone after seeing the subsequent results of his pozzing. Being masculine men Roger and Danny always enjoyed asserting their superiority over effeminate and other less than masculine types and how great their dicks felt and made them feel when they pozzed aids-virgins, not to mention how turned on Danny got when Roger fucked him, especially the night he pozzed him.-
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