Tailgunner

My dick was hard and I needed a hole to fuck. Douglas and I had been friends since college days. Doug was about my age of thirty-four and weighed about two hundred on his just under six foot frame. His swarthy good looks accented by his black straight shoulder length hair gave him charm and many dates. He came out half a decade after I did. I scored my first male piece of ass in the form of fifty year old David when I was eighteen and he had scored with someone our ages five years later. I was cut out to be a Top but he was versatile, equally satisfied whether taking the meat of bears and other masculine men or putting his meat to the effeminate fellas. I had weighed over two hundred but after having been pozzed my weight had dropped fifty pounds in a few years but was stablized by a high calorie special diet and my meds kind of halted my decline. I had wavy brown hair almost collar length and wore glasses. I had been biting my nails since I was eighteen although I had neglected them and other things for a short while after finding out that I was pozz, until my depression had passed and I was able to get back in the swing of things. Keeping my fingernails short to the nubs not only made for improved masturbation but also saved the hips of the assholes I fucked and the ears of the cocksuckers I face-fucked. We had kind of reunited at our new jobs working at a junkyard. He was glad to see me and then asked me about my weight loss and looks. I came out with it and told him about how I may have caught the bug. He said he was still neg. I told him I was happy for him. It was a slow day one summer day when he asked to suck me off. "Arent you afraid I'll infect you?" I asked him. "I heard it's alot harder to catch it from oral than anal and I want your meat in me." he begged. I capitulated, partly because I hadnt scored someone in a while and because I missed the gay ol' times we had with me pumping my loads into him, although my nailbitten hand had been keeping my love-gun satisfied. We went into a small wooden shack that was the back mensroom, a facility with two toilet stalls, a trough urinal and a sink. In that shithouse Doug gave me a great blowjob and swallowed my deadly load. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my balls. He blew me and drank my warm beer on tap every other day for almost a month as well as orally serviced my feet after we punched-out after work a few times. "Fuck me." he said one afternoon. "You dont want to get fucked by me." I replied, reminding him of my status. "But I do. I miss your meat in me, those wonderful times back then." he pleaded. "It's your funeral Doug. I warned him. "I still want to feel your masculine power drive it in me." he begged. I thought what the hell, I'd have a really nice orgasm like I just about always did when I knocked someone up. I had fucked poz guys many times but every time I pumped my deadly dirty load up a neg ass my dick went into extacy overdrive with how great I felt when I ejaculated in a "virgin" hole. We had no lube because I never carried any with me and he didnt either. The only soap in the place was the powdered hand soap in the dispenser over the sink so that was of no use for lube. We went into the shithouse and he dropped his pants. We both spat on my hand and I stood behind him, reached-around and jerked him off, catching his cum in my hand. He was as turned on by my hand as ever and came in a short five minutes. He had cummed when I fucked his ass in our younger days. Once he finished cumming in my hand I dropped my pants and he sucked on my semi-flaccid dick bringing it to full hardness and left it wet with his spit when he took his mouth off it. We then spat in my hand adding our spit to his cum. I then smeared the mixture of spit and cum on my dick and he bent-over and grabbed his ankles. I spat on his hole and then put my slimy dick to it. I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up him, instantly hilting it, my balls swinging against his. He barely flinched, having been fucked hundreds of times. I could feel the warmth of his asshole embracing my dick as well as his excitement at getting fucked by one of his favorite studs. I felt my own excitement at the prospect of pozzing my friend. I began to fuck him, taking full strokes, enjoying how his hole enveloped my dick like a glove. I held his hips to steady us as I fucked him, my dick feeling its power, feeling its oats, as I piston-thrust in his still-neg ass. I knew my larger than average dick was adding new fissures to his asshole walls inside him, providing more pathways for my sperms to carry their filthy deadly loads into his bloodstream. I fucked him faster, harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I enjoyed myself knowing my climax would be double-intense. He was all for it, enjoying feeling the power of my loins driving my shaft in him, enjoying giving me a great feeling piece of his ass. I could feel myself getting close as I gripped his waist tighter to compensate for the sweaty slipperiness. I grinned as I got closer, driving my meat in him stroke after stroke thrusting hard and strong. A few more thrusts and I hilted myself deep in him as I yanked him to me, held his ass to my crotch, pulled out and slammed it home with a powerful snap of my hips, whereupon I exploded in a powerful extremely great-feeling orgasm as my legs shook while my dick pumped bullets of AIDS-carrying cum in half a dozen rapid-fire spurts deep inside his bowels. A half-minute later I pulled almost out and slammed it back in again with another snap of my hips, the smack of my pelvis reverberating off the walls as I pumped more diseased cum up my friend's love-hole. Another minute passed before I slammed what I figured to be almost another dozen thrusts up his ass and then held his hips tight to me again and corkscrewed my hips a couple of times, then held him to me for a few more minutes, occasionally thrusting a little to force more of my sperms into his rectal walls as we enjoyed the afterfuck. My dick was still throbbing with joy inside Doug who showered me with praise for the great fuck I threw into him. "You wont feel that way in two or three weeks whn you get the aids flu." I replied after he wound down his complements on my studmanship. "I know but it's still worth it!" he gushed. He said if I hadnt jerked him off he would have cummed from getting fucked by me like the fucks I had put to him in the past. I thrust a few more times and slowly withdrew so as to keep my cum from leaking out. He stood up, smiled wide, turned around, knelt before me and sucked my dick clean, sucked off of it and showered it and my sweaty scrotum with kisses and sucks. He then wrapped his lips around my dick. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him as he gulped it down. He then sucked off of my meat and kissed it again. "Well, Doug. You're fucked in more ways than one." I said. "It was a great fuck too stud. I'm yours any time you want me." he replied and hugged me before standing up. He started feeling lousy a couple of weeks later and then called in sick. He was off for a month and I had to work with some bigoted homophobe who wasnt fit to lick Doug's feet much less mine. I was glad when Doug was finally well enough to return to work and the boss took him back, although that was largely due to the bigot's incompetence. A week later when we had some privacy we had a celebration fuck. Although my orgasm wasnt quite as intense as when I first injected my bug in his ass it was still an enjoyable piece of him and how lovingly he sucked my dick clean and again showered it and my hairy balls with kisses after I cummed and pulled out of his ass. It was awesome to me that he loved getting fucked and fucked-up by me and he considered me as a special stud even though he was simply another pozzing conquest I enjoyed sowing my wild, and deadly, oats in. Doug ended up following me into emeciation and was put on a diet similar to mine. He lost more strength but was still able to work at the junkyard and to get it up hard enough to fuck looser asses as well as get sucked off.

I had done Santa gigs for a number of years at a couple of malls and had succeeded in getting 'promoted' from the throne to standing next to a chimney with a slot-safe inside it. Standing a four hour shift after my regular job beat the hell out of dealing with little snot-noses on the throne for those four hours. The nice thing was that not only did the throne Santas have an elf, but I was assigned one as well. It seemed to double the donations and our secondary job was to monitor for suspicious activity, answer questions including giving gift advice, directing customers to the various stores in the mall and telling the kids wanting toys where the throne line was. I was still fat even though I had caught the bug a couple of years earlier. At fifty-two I was still working at the plant and was still able to get it up which was fortunate because the blue pills hadn't yet been invented. In contrast to my build, Carl my elf assistant, was a clean-shaven, slender twenty-two year old college graduate with long blond hair. He was bisexual and was a dream to have, especially after our shift when he shucked my Santa boots, and then my sneakers which I wore inside them, peeled off my socks and gave my tired somewhat sweaty feet a nice massage. He generally also provided an oral massage which started with him sucking my toes, licking between them and licking his way up finishing at my ankles and then finishing by giving me a nice blowjob and swallowing my cum, sucking off of my cock and kissing it and my balls. He had been doing this since our second day and hadn't caught my bug despite having swallowed about a dozen loads from my HIV-shooting dick. I had wanted to fuck his smooth ass after our third day when I saw him bending over after shedding his green union-suit elf outfit which he wore commando. He looked almost like a flat-chested woman. I was torn between pozzing his ass and preserving him since he gave good head, swallowed my loads, gave my smelly feet nice massages and almost worshiped me. Some two and a half weeks after we started the gig I was relieving myself in the end stall in the mens room and overheard him telling a friend of his that if he was a woman he'd love to have my baby and that if I had AIDS he'd take my bug. He also discussed his impending move out west to Nevada after the holiday season. I was flattered, since I was just another fat middle aged man who worked at a metal fabrication plant in the daytime. That made my decision for me: I decided to add him to my so far short list of conversions. I had noticed that when I pozzed someone my orgasms felt much better than when I cornholed an asshole that was already poz. My dick swelled hearing their little conversation and I waited in the stall until they left the mens room before I wiped and left the stall. I planned to shag his ass during our last week at the mall. I found out he had a lover who was negative and had a small 5" uncut dick. My dick was over seven inches, thick and cut, but Carl handled it well when blowing me - which he did two or three times a week. I had scouted out various out of the way places at the mall and lent Carl to one of the janitors who was negative and near my age. There was a seldom-used supply room my janitor-friend Steve said we could use. It had a heavy duty workbench the perfect height for bending someone over for anal action. Our second to last night which was December 23rd was our night. After waiting for the guard to come with the hand truck to take the chimney to the security office, shucking our outfits and hanging them up in our lockers and getting back into our street clothes we met Steve who let us into the supply room. Steve had even lay an old folded up canvas tarp on the workbench and stayed to watch the action. We all stripped and I had Carl suck Steve off to start things. It was my payment for Steve accommodating us - although he had already pumped a few loads into Carl. "You're a good stud Steve." I said after he finished shooting off his load in Carl's man-loving mouth. After Carl swallowed Steve's load, sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls he turned around and sucked on my cock which was already half hard from watching my skinny old janitor friend use his head. Carl sucked my cock into his mouth, hugged me while sucking me to full hardness and then opened wide to leave my dick wet with spit. He then bent-over the end of the workbench while I greased up my half-century-old weapon which was now throbbing. I stepped up to Carl's still bug-virgin ass, lined up my shot, grabbed his hips and shoved it in. I slid right up his ass and hilted myself. My dick felt really good inside Carl who seemed to vibrate in lust for me. Steve's almost 7"of meat had fucked him the night before so he was used to a good sized dick in him. The warmth of Carl's love tunnel was intoxicating and I wanted to pound him from the start but I needed to put some new fissures in his asshole so my dirty sperms could better spread my deadly bug into him. I took my time, starting out slowly, working my diseased precum into his anal walls. I gradually increased my speed, taking full strokes in him. The way his hole snugged my dick added to my pleasure and made me feel great as I made love to him. Steve looked on with rapt attention, his own dick returning to hardness despite having just blown his load in Carl's mouth. I was glad Steve had fucked him several times as well as used his mouth. After about five minutes I let my loins take over and started fucking Carl aggressively, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass with each self-satisfying thrust of my dick in it. Knowing I would fuck up his life added to my thrill as I fucked him faster, harder, my fat shaking with each thrust of my mighty penis in him. I jack-hammered him and then grinned and grunted as my dick began shooting powerful spurts of deadly HIV-laden cum into his bowels. My knees shook, like they had in my younger days, with the thrill of firing my deadly weapon inside him filling him with my filthy life-changing bug. I kept thrusting until I was spent and then rested, still gripping his hips as my prick's pulses of joy subsided. It was even better than my first piece of a man's ass when I was eighteen, how excellent my dick felt when I shot my virus into him. I remained inside Carl, who was lovingly massaging my spent meat with the muscles of his ravaged hole. "That was a great fuck. If I was queer instead of a man and wanted the bug I would have loved your meat in me!" Steve said and kissed my cheek. I kissed his cheek back and thrust a few more times before slowly pulling out. I withdrew slowly so as to keep as much of my deadly cum in him as possible. After I pulled-out of Carl, he got off the workbench, turned, knelt and sucked my dick clean, moaning in delight. He then sucked off of it, kissed it and my balls, stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and Steve and I hugged, then they hugged and we got dressed. Carl was so turned on by me he had cum while I fucked him. He got on all fours and licked his cum off the canvas draped over the end of the workbench and off the floor where it had dripped off the canvas. The last night, the twenty-fourth, was busier than other nights with kids and parents lined up to the doors of one end of the mall to sit on the throne-Santa's lap and give him their lists. My chimney safe was almost full and Carl was getting tired from answering the numerous questions as to where stores were in the mall and others. Three men came on to him and he accepted two, trading phone numbers. That final night I screwed Carl's ass again just to make sure I'd knock him up and Steve masturbated into his mouth. We turned in our outfits and left our separate ways. Almost on schedule Carl caught the AIDS flu which also delayed his move out west. He figured out that I had given it to him but seemed actually pleased about it, more proof that I knew he wanted to get fucked in more ways than one by a real man. After he recovered I fucked his ass and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap after he sucked my dick clean. I had his mouth the next night. I also introduced him to a couple of my poz friends who also had their pieces of him. He finally made his move and got his job there. He met some fem queen and knocked him/her up. He said that was his best feeling orgasm when he pumped his dirty load up the fem's ass. He also said he was glad my orgasm felt that good when I knocked him up that night before X-mas Eve and how much he enjoyed giving me sexual pleasure despite the hardships he'd face for the rest of his life. He truly had my 'baby'.

Good hot story turning him from straight to bi. Loved pumping my loads off inside the so-called straight guys I fucked.

A cap, boots, wrist bands, straps, other misc. I also have tried rubber, latex, plastic.

They arent Tops, they are versatile.

Someone I'd be proud to be seen with in public masculine but have had a few good one night stands w/less than masculine types Good hygiene No long nails intelligent respectful Nice holes Skillful at pleasing us Tops and our dicks submissive Total bottom Loves putting out when I want it and how I want it Deeply bitten/clipped nails and toothless w/full dentures a plus

I've only met a few size-queens, only one of whom rejected my almost 7". Most guys I fucked had simple criteria: All partners be of legal age and the Top be at least as masculine as they are, or the Top be more masculine than average, or the Top merely be non-effeminate. The Top's looks, weight, race, endowment and in some cases hygiene didnt matter as long as the Top enjoyed using the bottom to get his rocks off in.

I didnt worry too much about dirty holes as long as the bottom or another bottom sucked my dick clean after I cummed up the asshole.

I never had to worry about showing my meat. I simply had my keys hanging on the left and a blue and a yellow hanky in my left hip pocket. I scored an average of 2 new conquests a month. I screwed them about five times on the average.

I fucked a hundred bottoms in their asses and mouths, many of them several times over a period of half a decade. After that I have been fucking the same bottom for three and a half decades.

One thing I liked doing after getting new glasses was wearing them while fucking someone's ass or mouth, kind of like initiating them to good sex. I was inspired further by watching my uncle's fifty year old friend who was a large he-man chub-bear pounding some twenty-something twink's ass into the bed. The asshole lay on his stomach on the bed while the man lay on his back or assumed a modified pushup position to fuck him. The man was wearing his '60's-style black-framed hornrim-type glasses. They then had a second fucking where the twink knelt before the man who then held his head and fucked his mouth while he admired himself fucking the cuntmouth in the bathroom mirror. I had a friend picked out, actually he saw me in my new black-framed hornrims and wanted to feel the power of my loins propelling my meat in his ass. He also wanted to get fucked on his back with his legs up so he could admire me as I fucked him. We had our date a day later. We started off by stripping and hugging, then we stripped and he took off his wire-rims, kissed my cock and sucked me to hardness, then kissed it again and handed me the lube. He got on his back on the bed, raised his legs and I put a pillow under his ass to raise his hole a little. I then took my place and entered him. He flinched as I shoved it right in him to my balls. "Nice twat." I said as I hilted myself He grinned and said it felt good to feel a real man fuck him. I grinned and fucked him. His ass was built for fucking and I liked how he admired my studmanship as I took my piece of his ass. I thought of my uncle's manly friend cornholing that twink and drilled my friend's ass, my pelvis slapping his ass as I took my pleasure in him. I didnt pump my eyebrows up and down as I got close to cumming like my uncle's friend did but I simply increased my pace and stroke and then finally hilted myself as my dick pumped eight or nine rapid-fire spurts in his love-tunnel. I then slammed-home another dozen thrusts to pump the rest of my load up his ass. He reached up and pulled me to him for a long passionate kiss and thrust his dick between our bellies and came as we passionately french kissed until he was spent. I then withdrew and he licked his cum off my belly and kissed it and then sucked my dick clean, kissed it and asked me to give him a drink of my warm beer on tap which I gladly did. He then gave my feet some oral servicing while I reloaded. Half an hour later I was ready to make love to his mouth. I stood up, he knelt and I screwed his mouth. It simulated an asshole bent-over with the man holding his hips and fucking his ass. He swallowed my load and sucked off of my dick leaving it clean as he had after drinking my warm beer on tap. We got dressed and he treated me to beer and pizza and hugged me tight before I headed home, my sexual needs satisfied for the day and my new manly glasses "broken-in".

Reading about Mr. Johnson getting his johnson off inside the young ass got my johnson hard & slimy with precum.

Sexy stud Jack turned me on. Good fingernail action to help pave the way for his sperms to carry their viral load into Bob's system.

I had a wonderful and varied sex life putting my uncut meat and cheeze to about 25 new bottoms and verastiles per year. It was surprising mainly because I was another short fat dude with a small penis but unlike Carl who was cut and bit his nails I was uncut and never bit my nails nor cleaned them often. I worked in various automotive fields, mostly parts. I worked in a rebuilding plant, an auto parts store and later a junkyard where we stripped cars and trucks and sorted the parts for sale, selling to rebuilders or scrapping. My callused rough strong hands and thick nails also facilitated holding some bottoms in place while I fucked them although most were willing to get their heads under my beer belly and suck my small cock or loved taking it up their asses for an easy painless or low pain fucking. I was shooting about a load a night on the average but slowed down in my forties. As I approached my fifties I began experiencing erectile problems. I couldnt get as hard as I used to so I was limited to oral and masturbating unless I fucked really loose assholes. I had the option of the then new erection pills or fucking women whose cunts were stretched out by having too many kids but that was about as appealing as fucking a shoe and I had heard about the pills causing blindness. As I turned fifty I was sucked off by someone who had a tongue piercing which scraped my dick enough to make it bleed. Turned out that cocksucker had just sucked off a poz cock, much of the man's cum remaining in his mouth when he sucked my dick. The virus from that poz jizz entered me through that cut on my dick. I got that horrible flu two or three weeks later and was knocked for a loop. I had to take a couple of weeks off from work which didnt please my boss at all. I then had little sex life other than jacking off or getting blowjobs from poz cocksuckers. It was OK and satisfied my needs for getting off and then I met a poz guy with a loose ass and had a ball fucking him. Much as I loved feeding my cheeze and cum to cocksuckers and using their mouths as urinals I also still loved to fuck ass. After the fourth or fifth time I fucked him he told me about how great he felt when he pozzed someone, how really good his dick felt when he pumped his deadly poisoned jizz up a negative asshole. I was jazzed and decided to find an eligable hole to infect. My problem was finding a neg hole that was stretched enough to allow my semi-hard to penetrate him. I finally met someone named Doug at a social club. Doug was in his mid twenties, on the slender side with long black hair and clean-shaven. He had been careful about who he let fuck him and made sure they wore condoms or at least pulled out before cumming. He would let some finish in his mouth and swallow their loads. We got together and I used his mouth a few times and he developed a bond with me because he was also part "mouse" in that he liked eating a man's dick cheeze too. One day he said he wanted me to knock him up. I had put my dick in his ass a few times and fucked but honored his wishes to cum in his mouth. He then admitted that he got fisted a few times by men with small hands who kept their nails clipped or bitten to the nubs so he didnt have to worry about nails cutting his rectum. I remembered my buddy Jim at the junk yard bragging how he pozzed a difficult to infect fist-fuck bottom asshole by fisting him and slicing-up his rectum inside with his nails first. I had the nails for the job and like Jim had let them grow a little longer and then clipped them straight across so their sharp corners could help them do their job inside Doug's ass as Jim's had in some of the assholes he pozzed. Doug had seen my nails grow out over the next couple of weeks til they went past my fingertips. He went and got tested and had what would be his last neg test result. Once he had his results that he was still neg we made a date for that afternoon and after getting home I cut my nails straight across. That afternoon Doug noticed I had cut them straight across. "Yeah, they were getting a bit too long." I replied. I didnt mention anything about the reason why I let em grow longer so I could cut them the way I did but he'd likely figure it out soon enough. "Dont you ever clean 'em?" he then asked. "If I do they just get dirty again just as soon as I punch-in and start work at the junk yard." I replied. After we stripped and he lay on his stomach on his bed. "I'm gonna just grease your hole a bit so my dick will slide a little better." I told him and greased my index finger, skinned my hood back and scooped some smegma from there with the nail of my index finger and then shoved that finger up his hole. I extended fully it so it curved backwards alittle and rotated my wrist a dozen or so times to cut his rectum a bit, then I crooked that finger to a ninety-degree angle and rotated my wrist another half dozen times, doing more slicing. I then straigtened it out again as before and pumped it in his ass a few times, my nail cutting into his rectum with each thrust as I rotated my wrist while thrusting. He seemed concerned but then again he wanted to get pozzed by me as much as I wanted to poz him. I was taking advantage of the fact that a hole cant really feel inside itself past the anal ring sphincter muscles. I pulled my finger out. It had blood on it and the bit of smegma I had under the nail was gone so my dirty sharp nail had done its job in him. Seeing what I had done to his asshole inside my dick was boned, seemingly more than it had been in years without even having to get sucked on. I added some grease to it and mounted Doug who seemed to shiver in anticipation. I put it to his hole and then shoved it in. I lay on his back, my dick in him to my nuts, and then I fucked him. Being intact I was able to fuck him for less than ten minutes but those minutes were very enjoyable for me, especially as I neared my orgasm. I fucked him faster and a little harder and then my dick welled-up with that really great feeling. I ejaculated inside him as my penis spasmed with the ultimate pleasure, a pleasure I hadnt felt that intense since I had fed some cocksucker my smegma and fucked and cummed in his mouth when I was in college. I let my dick shoot its initial volley of over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of death-seed, rested almost a minute and then began thrusting again to mix it into his innards and force my infection-carrying sperms into the cuts in his love-tunnel walls. My dick felt alive like a dangerous snake pumping its deadly venom into its prey. I let my hips do their thing as my loins propelled my prick in his ass like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. I almost couldnt believe how good my over half-century-old dick felt as I filled Doug with my deadly dick-shot death-venom. I rested on his back, my dirty dick still buried inside him. "That's the best fuck I got since I met that biker!" he gushed as he arched his back and tried massaging my dick with the muscles of his loose ass.. "You're the best feeling piece of ass I've had in the last two decades." I answered and thrust again. "Leave it in stud!" he added. I did and took a short nap before my dick finally shriveled completely and came out as I shifted my position. I stood up beside the bed. He got up, knelt before me and lovingly sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my scrotum. He then sucked my index finger and kissed its nail as well. "If this takes hands like yours will be my next fetish." he said as we headed to the bathroom. "Piss in my mouth." he begged as we stepped into the bathtub. "I'll be glad to." I said as I he knelt before me. I put my penis in his mouth and took a very pleasurable piss which he drank all of, then he sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry the way he had after I pulled it out of his ass. He kissed it and thanked me for a wonderful time. I got dressed and left his place. I stopped at the local mixed-sexuality watering hole I sometimes frequented and had a beer to celebrate the great feeling orgasm I had pozzing Doug's ass. I saw him a few times over the next couple of weeks and then he called me saying he felt as if he had been beaten up by a team of bikers. He had finally caught the HIV flu courtesy of my finger, its nail and my HIV-shooting dick. I helped him each day through his flu and when he finished getting over the flu and started feeling good a month later he got tested. When his results came back positive he hugged and passionately french-kissed me. He took me out to dinner and a show which was a dirty movie at the adult cinema on gay night. We held hands and he caressed mine, kissed it and then sucked me off, swallowed my load and kissed my dick. I wondered if he was falling in love with me. Doug wasnt a one man hole. While he still occasionally serviced my meat, rimmed me, drank my piss and even orally serviced my feet when I got off work, he was also taking loads from any man who looked and acted masculine and was passing my bug to other neg holes who looked and/or acted effeminate.This exposes an example of how long fingernails can be used to facilitate pozzing difficult to infect assholes and why it may be wise to be weary of men with long nails when trying to remain neg.

Being just a decade younger than the hero of this story I couldnt help but get turned on reading about him getting his rocks off knocking-up the young guy.

I was short at five and a half feet with five cut inches. I began biting my nails and wearing glasses at eighteen, came out a week after my eighteenth birthday and had gained weight after trade school. At forty I was a hefty 260, balding, sporting a mustache and sideburns to the bottoms of my earlobes, my bitten nails, and black-framed hornrim glasses. I somehow got pozzed at thirty-nine. Being a Top there's a limited number of ways it could have happened. My best recollection was some cocksucker raking my dick with his teeth or I made the mistake of letting someone with long nails jack me off in a mutual masturbation and orgy party when we were both drunk and he cut my penis, followed by me taking my turn after some poz guys in the bottom we were all fucking. My dick was on the small side and cut. I had fucked broads in my early sex life but their cunts were too loose for me to get traction I needed to get off. I had my first good blowjob from a gay guy which beat the crappy ones the broads gave me. I then fucked his ass. He was tighter and with lots of good hard fast fucking, sweating and breathing hard I got my rocks off in him. I tried reciprocating but I couldnt bring myself to suck a cock without wanting to vomit and getting fucked was too much a pain in the ass. Fortunately I had no effeminacy so I was a good Top which I always enjoyed being. I found that a virgin asshole was perfect for my small cut dick. I knew it was as painful to the asshole who gave up his ass cherry to me as it was enjoyable for me to fuck him. That actually didnt bother me at all, as a matter of fact knowing how much pain my thrusts caused an asshole added to my sexual pleasure. I knew I wouldnt be popular with the slender twinks and the "clones" or the guys who prefered them but fortunately some preferred masculinity over prettiness and as I gained weight the chubby-chasers started showing interest. Over the next couple of decades I fucked several hundred asses as well as had an 80% success at cumming from getting sucked off or face-fucking the cocksuckers. I could fuck a mouth good without worrying about breaking a cocksucker's nose because we fat guys have a padded pubic mound over our pubic bones unlike the average weight and skinny studs who were great at fucking ass. I went through a number of guys who had been freshly broken-in. I would break a cherry or take up with one who was recently broken and fuck him for a while until bigger dicks stretched them out, then I'd be jacking off or using one of three good cocksuckers I knew until the next tight piece of ass came along. Some of those cherries really felt the pain of getting broken but I enjoyed putting that pain to them proving my manliness conquering them and getting my rocks off in them, how great my dick felt. I liked fucking all kinds of guys ranging from men to fem queens. The virgin queens were few and far between because many of them got broken as soon as they reached legal age and some wouldnt even wait til then. The good part is that most fems and queens were very experienced cocksuckers so they sucked better on the average than the versatile men. On the other hand the masculine versatiles had tighter asses because unlike the queens and total bottoms they didnt get fucked as much. The ideal was to fuck recently broken men and get sucked by queens in their thirties or forties. My big orgasms came a year after my pozzing. I had limited my sex to oral, either cocksuckers who were poz or ones who werent afraid of getting pozzed via their mouth. As for condoms I never was able to cum when wearing one. I finally had a really good orgasm. The asshole who provided it was Wendell an effeminate fella who wanted to give up his ass cherry while also taking his chances of getting pozzed. We were a contrast in looks. Me the short fat glasses-wearing bearded nailbiting semi-geekish-looking man beginning to bald, a small but hard HIV-shooting dick that seemed made for busting through tight virgin sphincters and a libido that matched most eighteen year olds. Wendell was tall at almost 6', slender at under 160, long nails, long hair, no facial hair, little body hair and what some described as an ineffectual dick which was actually no shorter than mine but was thinner and while he had fucked and been sucked he really enjoyed sucking cock better and wanted to get fucked. A man with an average six-incher had tried to fuck him but couldnt get in and the poof screamed in pain. Wendell had doubts that a short fat balding somewhat nerdy man of forty could break his cherry or poz him but he was willing to put out to me due to my superior masculinity and my desire to add him to my conquests. He had sucked me off a couple of times and respected me by swallowing my loads. He hadnt gotten to where he would drink a man's piss yet. The date took place in a sex club. the bed was a mattress on the floor. After we stripped and Wendell sucked my dick hard he placed a pillow under his crotch and lay on his stomach with his legs spread wide. I applied liberal grease to my meat and mounted him. One of the attendants helped guide my dick to its target. I myself was kind of vibrating like the time I fucked my first piece of ass and when popped my first cherry and when I fucked a neg guy after being diagnosed. I let my weight begin to drive my dick into his ass. He began to whimper and then screamed as my dick busted through his sphincters. I hilted myself in one swift move and lay my wight on his back to keep him from weaseling out from under me as he struggled and begged me to pull out which was the last thing on my mind as I enjoyed the hot tight snugness of his ass around my dick which was in heaven in his tight neg virgin hole. I could feel his asshole stimulate my dick as it undulated in his futile effort to expel my invading fuck muscle. I had made first base which was penetrating him and hilting myself, I flexed my love muscle in him and could sense that he felt it expand a fraction of an inch straining his hole even more. I couldnt help but grin wide and pump my eyebrows up and down behind my glasses a few times, my dick felt so good in there and I felt good conquering him, asserting my masculinity in the less than masculine twink. I began fucking him as he screamed anew with each stroke of my meat in him. Knowing how much pain my prick was putting to him only served to turn me on more, not to mention that ultimate thrill I would get when I ejaculated inside him. I slowly increased my tempo and stroke as he seemed to get used to getting fucked. "Man I sure feel good!" I grunted as I fucked him while he sobbed. I enjoyed my feeling of my masculine power in my loins as I fucked him. The attendants and friends helping hold him down seemed to sense he was giving up his struggles to escape his fate, most likely from fatigue. Fucking him into submission and wearing his hole out was second base for me. I fucked him good, sawing away in his sore hole enjoying knowing what my small but mighty meat was doing inside him with each thrust of my hips splitting and tearing his anal walls creating fissures for my cum to deliver its deadly load. I grinned knowing that a short fat semi-nerd like me could prove himself more of a man than the pretty-boy fella I was fucking and infect him with my dirty HIV just as effectively as a huge football star bear with a big ten-inch could. I fucked him with gay abandon as his screams diminished and turned to sobs. My fat began shaking and rippling as I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying how great I felt with the needed snugness my dick liked and my feeling of my masculine power as I closed in for the kill. I was excited, breathing heavily, as the team admired my studmanship as I pumped pain and infected precum up the asshole who was now resigned to his fate. Walter, a large angular attendant with glasses and bitten nails similar to mine who was holding one of Wendell's legs, said, "She's bleeding." "Good." I replied and began fucking harder. I had accomplished my third base segment, tearing his ass up inside enough to make it bleed in there. "Go for it stud!" another guy said as I began pounding the asshole into the mattress, my fat shaking and rippling with each hard thrust as I pile-drove my dick in the asshole. I piston-thrust in him as my pelvis slammed him into the mattress with each pelvic thrust, alternating with shorter but quicker jack-hammering thrusts with my pelvis slapping his ass with each thrust. I was getting mighty close, my dick excited, exciting me because I kenw I was going to get that great feeling of the male orgasm when I pump my AIDS-infected cum into his bowels and my sperms would carry their nasty viral load into his system and fill him with deadly toxins. I could almost count my thrusts in a countdown to by blasting my load into Wendell. I was sweating and breathing hard as I drilled his ass. I felt good, my male ego building with each brutal thrust as I fucked toward my conquest, sprinting to a home-run/touchdown. I felt my dick beginning to swell as I reached my point of no return and slammed it home a few times as my spunk shot out of my small but mighty dick into the punk who seemed to spasm as I stiffened and enjoyed what was one of my all time best feeling orgasms ejaculating in the virgin pain-filled asshole who shook with sobs and dry tears as I thoroughly enjoyed myself pumping disease and future hardship into him. After hilting myself as my initial volley of over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts flooded his asshole with my germ sperm I began slamming my meat home with a manly heroic fat-shaking series of brutal hip-snaps to finish my mission of pumping my dirty load into the tight pleasure-giving virgin asshole. I raised my head in triumph and pumped my eyebrows in time with my thrusts as I finished thrusting and accepted a series of hi-fives and heaps of praise for a job well done. My dick felt extremely good shooting my dirty infected load into the asshole. It's almost impossible to convey how great my dick felt enjoying my male orgasm conquering some asshole in need of conquering. I was tired but didnt feel it at all, just the warm joy of having done what bigger men couldnt do and doing it just about perfectly and getting praise heaped upon me for doing what I enjoy doing, a job well done. I thrust a few more times and yanked out. A couple of men helped me up and I put my foot on Wendell's back as he lay and a man held up my right hand like the referee holding up the winner's hand in a boxing match after knocking out my opponent. Back-slaps and congratulations filled the room, followed by hugs from all as well as the kisses from my fellow poz brothers. "Suck his dick clean and kiss it Wendell." another man said. Wendell failed to obey, instead he curled into a fetal position when I removed my foot from his back. A bit of pink-tinged cum leaked out of his ass. "You did it!" "A job well done!" "You're a man among men!" "My mouth and ass are yours for the taking any time you want em." and other accolades filled my ears, followed by a round of "For he's a jolly good fellow which nobody can deny!". A slightly built fella with long blond hair and no facial hair dropped to his knees, saying, "If that bitch wont be greatful enough to suck your dick clean after his wanting to lose his cherries I'll be glad to do it!" He sucked my dirty dick into his mouth and sucked it clean while hugging my waist and humming in delight, caressing my lower back. Another bottom buried his face in my sweaty crack and kissed my ass. A fellow poz Top hugged me tight and stuck his tongue deep into my throat while I did the same with my tongue into his throat. "You're not going anywhere Wendell!" Someone said when Wendell said he had to take a shit. "No asshole shits out my cum." I added after my kissing buddy and I came up for air. Wendell cried and cursed while someone said that after another dozen fucks he would be craving dicks up his ass.. Some more blood-tinged leaked out of his ass but enough of my virus was already doing its job making its way into his system via the rips and tears I made with my penile thrusts in his anus. Another guy asked me if I needed to take a piss because he wanted to drink it from my mighty dick that had pumped my deadly load into Wendell. I gladly used his mouth as he wrapped his lips around my shaft. I felt good. Once I had drained my bladder he sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my sweaty balls. "This is what you should have done Wendell." the pee-drinker told him after kissing my ripe sweaty crotch. I could tell Wendell was pissed at all the hero-worship I was receiving while he was considered a piece of trash cunt loser. I kind of cared because he had more or less fulfilled his obligation to me, gave me a good opportunity to prove how manly I am, made me and my dick feel excellent and made the party possible. We had a beer each and someone rimmed me. A few guys paired off to relieve their tensions from getting turned on by watching me take my piece of Wendell's ass. A couple of hours later Wendell was feeling a bit better, some of the pain I enjoyed pumping up his ass subsiding. He asked if he could go now. Paul, a compact husky bear, said he could go now. At least Wendell was respectful enough to finally thank me for breaking his anal cherry and even apologized for not sucking my dick clean. We headed to the showers and gave a bottom in the watersports end a golden shower, showered and headed to the locker room to get dressed. "Next month he should have had his flu and got tested. If he's poz you're a hero." A guy said as we headed to the front desk to turn in our locker keys and check out. Another guy draped his arm around my shoulders, kissed me and said he had done a couple of similar thrill-joy fucks and had really fine great-feeling orgasms shooting his AIDS into the assholes he fucked. I thought about my conquest of Wendell the first few days before it faded from my mind for a couple of weeks. I then pondered if he had caught the bug yet, noting that I had caught it about three weeks after getting pozzed. Almost a month later we found out that he had indeed caught it and tested poz. We went to a jeans-and-leather bar to hoist a few although Wendell didnt join us. As I stood there most of the guys in our group including a couple poz Tops lined up to kneel and kiss my dick and balls. Wendell went on meds but wasnt as diligent as I was and his health eventually degraded over the years. I myself lost weight but was able to keep from becoming emaciated like the ones who skipped their meds. Wendell was able to pozz a number of negs but after those first few years he couldnt get it up nor shoot anymore. I found out he had been raped a week after I pozzed him. Someone said he was gangraped but that was never confirmed. I myself must have pozzed almost twenty negs including breaking some anal cherries, many of them giving my dick the immense pleasure of cumming shooting my deadly load into their aids-virgin assholes. The pleasure of proving my manhood by fucking someone or getting sucked off was amplified by the excitement and joy of converting someone by making myself feel good by fucking them and pumping my diseased cum into them to make them poz and sick. Another notch on my fuckin' iron.

Great fuck. I always loved fucking bare and leaving my cum inside the assholes I fucked.

Good fuckings. All those men getting off in that fella's holes. I would enjoy being one of the men who fucked him if I was poz

My buddy dirty nails Jim had successfully pozzed an asshole that others couldnt. Those dirty nails of his came in handy when he had to jab the asshole's ass cheeks to keep him still. I was built like Jim in that I was his height, weight and age, husky, wore similar glasses and had the same size dick he had including cut like him. My difference was I sported a crewcut with big baldspot and receding hairline to his shoulder length hair, shorter beard and kept my nails bitten to the nubs whereas Jim clipped his straight across every couple of weeks or so and he never cleaned them. A week after Jim pozzed the asshole we pozz studs were at a bar, including some of us who were at the rented apartment where Jim pozzed the 'hole. A little fairy was swishing around near the jukebox. "Who's the little fella?" I asked Jim. "That's Bobbie." he answered. "He poz or neg?" I asked. "She's neg but chasing. She wants a masculine man not a fellow twink to knock her up." my buddy answered. "You try him?" I asked. "That bitch took one look at my hair and hands and swished off. She needs to be bred." he replied. "I'm gonna try to score that piece of ass." I said, getting off my stool. He kissed me and said, "Good luck stud." as I then headed over to the fairy. I went over to the fella and asked him if he was cruising. He looked up to me and asked me if I was poz. I said yes. That was the magic word and soon we were in his pad stripping in his bedroom. I wanted him to give my tired feet that had sweated in my workboots all day some oral service but I knew most pansies werent into giving oral foot service, especially to sweaty smelly feet of fat men twice his age of twenty. I did start things off by having him kiss my weapon, and its "magazine" which was my scrotum, and suck my dick hard. He was quite talented for a small guy, taking most of my cut 7" in his mouth. He did gag when I thrust a couple of times. After enjoying him sucking on my dick and having him inhale my crotch odors that I enjoy putting to cuntmouths I had him lay on his stomach on his bed. I greased up because I knew he had only recently given up his ass cherry and hadnt been fucked by someone as thick as I was. I put just enough grease on my dick to facilitate penetration and keep my dick comfortable while I shredded his hole and pumped my load of HIV into it. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home as he winced and let out a squeak like shriek. I liked how tight his hole was around my loggerhead and that he took it without screaming like some assholes did when I rammed it in with a fat-shaking snap of my hips although I didnt snap-ram it up him. After flexing my hilted love muscle in his ass I began fucking him. I was in no hurry because I wanted to spend some time enjoying tearing up his rectum inside before I pumped my dirty sperms into him. Unlike Jim I didnt have the option of jamming a finger up his ass to cut him up inside with a jagged nail like he could. Fifteen minutes after I started fucking him he seemed to be taking it better. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths to further fuck up his insides, then resumed fucking him. I then fucked faster and harder enjoying how good my dick felt in him. The little fella took it like a champ and I could tell he was enjoying getting fucked as my love shaft pistoned in his passion pit. Soon my pelvis was occassionally slapping his ass as I increased my pace. I pile-drove his ass, increasing the heat and friction between my meat and his love-tunnel, getting closer to getting my rocks off in it. I then slowed and pumped slowly as the lube finished wearing off. This allowed me to further rip his insides with my dick, giving me more time to do a better job tearing up his twat. A few minutes later I was ready for the kill. I sped up my fucking until my fat was jiggling and rippling as I jackhammered his hole, getting close. A minute later I began ejaculating in him while pounding him with snaps of my hips driving my dick into him and driving my poison-carrying sperms into his rectal walls. My prick pulsed with such pleasure knowing I was injecting my dirty AIDS into him, knowing how miserable his life would be once my nasty virus took hold and destroyed his immune system, especially if he shirked his meds. The good feeling my dick felt seemed amplified the way it had when I pozzed the last hole as I let my powerful loins take over repeatedly slamming my dick in him driving the little fairy into the bed, my pelvis slapping his ass on every rebound, driving my disease into his system, until I was spent. I rested on the poof's back catching my breath, my love-shaft buried in him as my sperms performed their mission carrying their deadly cargo into his bloodstream. I thrust from time to time enjoying how good my dick felt with each thrust as I enjoyed the afterfuck. "Well,you are fucked now. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." I said after catching my breath as some sweat rolled off me onto him. "You're the best stud ever!" he gushed, thanking me for the great manly fuck I'd pounded into him. I corkscrewed my hips to stir the load and force more into his battered rectal walls, then hip-snapped a few more times before my prick began softening. I then pulled out and it seemed my softening dick was still throbbing alittle as I dismounted and stood up. Even in the muted light coming in the window I could see the pink froth on my dick with just a few streaks of brown. Some was coming out of his hole as well. I grinned to myself knowing that if I didnt knock that asshole up noone could. Bobbie finally got up. I saw the cum on his bed. I figured he would be turned on by getting fucked by me and sure enough he was. "OK Bobbie, show your appreciation for this good fuck I put to you, suck my dick clean." I told him. He sat on the side of the bed, took my dirty cock in his mouth and sucked it clean, sucked off of it and licked and sucked around the part he couldnt get into his mouth including into my pubes, then he kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. He then hugged my pelvis and sucked my dick back into his mouth and hummed before sucking off of it again. "Thank you stud. You made this little guy's dream cum true!" he gushed and kissed my deadly dick again. "You'll know for sure in a few weeks but I'm dead sure I infected you. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting it to you." I replied. "Now that I'm part of your community I think I will." he said and kissed my dick again. I needed to piss so I told him to get in the tub. I aimed my piss-cannon at his open mouth and relieved myself in his mouth getting most of it in as he swallowed what he could before I pulled out to finish by dousing his face and hair. I then returned to the bedroom and got dressed. "Enjoy your gift." I said as I finished tying my shoes and stood up. He didnt really say much as I headed to the front door. I had done my part, he had done his part so my sexual needs were satisfied. His were too. The next few nights I saw him swishing around in the bar and sucking various cocks in the mensroom and the alley behind the bar, then he didnt show up. He did return a month later looking much as I had felt and looked after my pozzing which had resulted due to a cocksucker's errant teeth on my dick immediately followed by fucking an ass full of poz cum. My friends and I had a little fuck party but Bobbie couldnt make it so I fucked one of my versatile poz friends up his ass and in his mouth instead of Bobbie who later did rim me and sucked me off. I kept to my strict regimen of meds over the years but as predicted Bobbie skipped a few times and went a week without taking them a few years later. He paid for it. I always enjoyed fucking asses and mouths but pumping my virus into an aids virgin just about doubled that great feeling my dick enjoyed when I fucked and came in the neg assholes. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Seems many poz gift-giver Tops have more sexual enjoyment and better orgasms when pozzing a neg. asshole and many bug-chasers enjoy getting pozzed by the right studs

Good stud, pozzing two assholes in one day. They could have offered to suck your dick clean and kiss it.

I can only imagine the joy those two Tops would have pumping their AIDS up that asshole. Good reading for jack-off material.

That's a good way to get an asshole to tighten-up around your dick. I can just imagine if I did that and was actually poz, how great me dick and I would feel as I pumped my aids into him.

Paul is the real stud in this story. Got me hard when he fucked Sebastian's mouth and then fucked him and pumped his jizz up his torn virgin ass. I had to go masturbate.

A holier than thou punk had been dissing and harassing the positives. We got tired of him and had told him to go play with his neg friends. He didnt really know me since I seldom was where he was. I was still healthy looking, almost forty, 6' tall, about 240, long shoulder length hair, glasses, and 7" of cut meat. I worked at a junk yard so I was usually greasy with callused hands and the dirt and grease under my nails was as dark as my glasses frames. The asshole was in his mid twenties with the maturity of a teenager. He had blond hair, unisex attire including dainty (unlike my classic mens hornrim type)glasses, wore earrings and other jewelry and sometimes did drugs but we saw no tracks on his arms. He was mostly versatile and his ass had been fucked by some big ones but he was never fisted. Someone said a couple of poz guys had fucked him but he had beat the odds. He was such a goddamn scumbag douche he wasnt worth the dirt my foot fetish friend licked from under my toenails when he sucked my sweaty feet. "Maybe he needs to get fisted and then fucked or at least dry-fucked." I said. "Good idea." replied someone nearby. They decided that it would be easier to dry fuck him than to get up a team to hold him down so someone could ram his fist up his ass which would be too tight to do quickly. Normally a new fistee would have to be fed quaads and stretched over a period of at least a week according to fisters I'd talked to. Rushing it could rip the asshole's sphincters and render him useless to most of us men who would later want a piece of his ass. I had fisted a few assholes but only ones that were already broken-in, given my full size hands. Anyway I liked the idea of ripping someone up with pelvic thrusts of my dick as I fucked him, pumping pain into him with my love weapon while my dick and I felt nothing but pleasure being a superior manly stud conquering some scumbag obviously inferior to me and other men, and the ultimate feeling when I ejaculated pumping my deadly AIDS in him while he cried feeling sorry for himself. I had done that to a virgin one although he was more or less wasted on dope and another asshole who had been fucked only by small-endowed men. Both of those assholes bled and I could have knocked them up had I been positive back then. We knew where the punk hung out and what kind of men turned him on. I was on the fringes of the kind of men he would service and my cut 7" was bigger than the usual 5" and 6" dicks he usually took although he had taken a nine and ten-inch when he could find one. That meant his hole was used to bigger ones and was less likely to get the tiny tears and fissurs that would let the virus into his system. My dick was up to it and I was one of the better-hung men as well as larger and stronger than the guy with the cut nine-inch I had shared a bug-chaser with. We knew that once I rammed it up the asshole and started pumping he would fight to get out from under me. The plan was to hang out in the bar the asshole frequented and if he didnt pick up a trick by the panic hour I'd try my luck cruising him and hopefully take him to a rented room we had set up and score. After three successive nights the plan actually worked. One night seemed a slow night for him and he seemed in heat. He was a versatile but often let the other guy fuck him first because he seemed to be in more pain if he got fucked after cumming or was less inclined to want to get fucked after he came. I would have liked to fuck him after he got off just to put more pain to him but then again I figured he might cum from getting fucked. I took a stool near him at half past one in the morning and as he sat dejectedly nursing his drink I fondled myself and he noticed. He nodded, I nodded back and he asked me if I was versatile. I replied I was even though I'm a Top and never intended to let anyone use me for a bottom. A few more words and he seemed resigned to settle for me and we left. We took a cab to what I said was my place and we went into the apartment. We hugged but I could tell he wasnt as attracted to me as he was to the younger more hip guys he preferred. He seemed even less attracted to me when he saw me in the light. At least he didnt try to bolt. If he did the team would come out of the walk-in closet and help hold him down if necessary. "Do you want to go first?" he asked. "Yes, I want to fuck you, then we can go from there." I replied as we stripped. He looked semi-athletic as well as his coiffed hair and dandy-like appearance which was quite a contrast to my plain blue collar with long hair look. We left our glasses and socks on although I would have loved to have him give my sweaty feet some oral service as well. "Suck it hard." I told him. He knelt and did as he was told. My dick felt good as I stood looking down on him while he sucked it to hardness. I hardened quickly in anticipation of what I would do to his ass. He left it wet as instructed and lay on his stomach on the bed. I stood behind him so he couldnt see that I was simply faking greasing up. I merely dribbled some of my own spit onto my dick and then spat on his asshole and mounted him. He seemed to feel the lack of sliminess but didnt say anything. I then let my weight drive it in. "Ow!" he whined as I forced my dick up his ass. I hilted myself in a couple of powerful thrusts as he whined and cussed me out. I lay on him pinning him down much like when I pinned a bug to a block of wood in a college freshman science class while he got used to my spit-lubed dick in him. I began fucking him and he squealed, "You ugly son of a bitch!" and tried to wiggle his ass side to side in a vain attempt to dislodge my dick from his hurting hole. I jabbed his ass cheeks with my thick thumbnails which caused him to cuss more but he kept still to avoid more jabs. "Fuck you!" I growled while punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. I then fucked him as harshly and brutally as I could including hip-snaps and full strokes but careful enough to keep it from slipping out of him. I also angled myself from side to side to tear the sides of his rectum as well as moved my pelvis up toward his head and down towards his feet to get the top and bottom of his rectum. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths as well working to get him bleeding inside. He felt it and fought but I was able to keep him under me with the help of grabbing his hips and sometimes his upper arms tighter, my thick nails which I kept cut straight across digging-in including drawing blood. That blood was minuscule compared to the blood I had coming out his rectal walls as I had a ball tearing him up inside before pumping for the kill. I felt his hole getting a little slicker and managed to raise myself up by grabbing his upper arms and looking back between my belly and his ass and saw what looked like streaks of blood on the exposed part of my dick which I then slammed back home before he got any ideas. I then lay on his back and began piston-thrusting in him, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I gradually sped up. My dick and my male ego were both feeling good as I pounded him into the bed. I was glad for the rubber sheet under the bedsheet knowing what was to be spilled including cum and blood. I let my pelvis take over, my dick going from pile-driving to jack-hammering him into the bed as I raced toward my climax. Pure happiness took over as I got closer and then it hit, I began pumping my powerful bullets of diseased cum into the asshole who seemd to be resigned that I now 'owned' him as I happily pumped my AIDS into him. I repeatedly rammed it home as the great feeling my dick enjoyed almost hurt because it felt so fucking good pulsing with that utmost intense pleasure, the male orgasm. I slammed it home until I was sure every last virus-carrying sperm cell had left my dick and was doing its work carrying my filthy deadly viral load through the rips in his anus into his bloodstream. I rested, catching my breath, as some sweat rolled off me onto him. I could feel a bit of sweat wetness between his back and my belly and chest. "Man, fuck that felt fucking fantastic! I cant remember the last time my dick felt that good. I'm so glad I fucked you." I exclained. The punk seemed to ignore it, seething in his own world of pain and misery having been fucked in more ways than one by a manly beefy self-centered stud nearly twice his age and masculinity. I corkscrewed my hips to stir my load in him and force more virus through his battered rectal walls into his bloodstream as well as add pain to him and pleasure to my penis which was still mostly hard. He cussed me out and told me to pull out. Again I said "Fuck you!' emphasized with two brutal thrusts and remained laying on and in him enjoying the afterfuck. I finally pulled out five munutes later, my dick pink with cum and blood and a little brown as well. He saw it and just about freaked knowing how much I tore him up inside. I would have liked to make him to suck it clean and make him drink my warm beer on tap but with his rage that was out of the question. Instead I turned my back to him and wiped my dick off on his shirt, then dropped it back onto his clothes. "I see you came." I said, noticing the white slime on the bed when he got up. Much as he objected to how I treated him I knew that I would turn him on enough that he would cum from getting fucked by me although he would never admit it. Many less-than-masculine bottoms seem to love being used like a cheap piece of cunt by us masculine Tops. I got dressed and he reluctantly did too. He said that he would never have sex with me again even though he likely knew he owed me a blowjob. He had thought it would be a nice session of versatility with maybe some 69ing and trading fucks and sucks but once I had him pinned to the bed with my dick he knew it was a different story. I quickly got dressed and watched as he got dressed. He then said a few choice words on his way out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as I made sure he was gone the team came out. "Great fuck Jim. You're a fuckin hero!" one guy said and hugged and kissed me. A series of hi-fives and slaps on the back along with more hugs and kisses finished the glee. We then headed home. A couple of weeks later I walked into our usual watering hole and Tom who was a bear a dozen years my senior threw a bear hug and french kiss on me and told me they had found out the punk was sick with the AIDS flu. "Good work stud, you did it!" he exclaimed and kissed me again. A round of hugs and kisses followed and one guy asked me to fuck his mouth which I did in the mensroom. I felt good being hailed as a hero for enjoying tearing up some asshole with my dick and having a really great feeling orgasm knocking him up with my deadly cum. A month later the punk tested positive. Another round of jubilation including a poz bottom who loved getting fucked by me, sucking my dick clean, drinking my piss and kissing my powerful dick and balls. A week after that a bug-chaser asked me to fuck him because he wanted a masculine stud to knock him up. I gladly pumped my aids up his ass. It was almost as great feeling an orgasm as when I fucked that punk two months before. The joys of fucking someone more ways than one. The punk's immaturity extended to his neglect of taking his meds properly. He got sick and last anyone heard he was bedridden in a hospice.

Shane did a good job transitioning from a whore to the stud in that relationship and knocking up the rich punk. Enough to make a man's prick pulse with pleasure.