Tailgunner

Sexy fuck, Ze'ev is a good stud. The only thing Yoni failed to do was suck Ze'ev's cock clean and kiss it and his balls.

Great fucking, love how good that manly French stud was at greek(cornholing the asshole) as well as a little bit of french(making the punk suck him clean).

The 1970's was the heyday of the sexual revolution including gay sex. The best part was my conquests. It was really great when I could meet someone at a bus stop, in a bar, in a park or the beach, at work or meet a friend and be shooting the shit or getting to know each other after shooting my first load in him, then getting off my second load in his other end and hugging goodbye. Sometimes we'd simply shoot the bull or if he was a new conquest we'd be telling a little bit about ourselves to each other, like our first sex, our first gay sex, etc. Other times the guy would be showing off his rimming skills or (very rarely)giving my sometimes sweaty often smelly feet some good oral service or I might be jacking him off and likely using his cum along with his spit on my dick as lube to fuck his ass. One typical conquest was Rick who was hired as a maintenance man at the metal fabrication warehouse I worked at. He looked alot like one of the nerds surfers kicked sand in the faces of at the beach in those ads in the backs of the comic books I read when I was a kid but he sported dirty nails consistant with his job of fixing and servicing tools, machinery, trucks, etc. and was good at his job as well as friendly and happy that I had befriended him. I made the first move, befriending him during lunch his third day since Jim our foreman had first crack at him as far as the rest of his orientation with the plant went and then short fat Hank filled him in on the conduct and overall "politics" at the place during the second day. Rick was quite smart, picking up on things so he seemed receptive as to putting out and had already added Mikey to his own conquests. A day later I had my first piece of him in the brick shithouse at the back of the plant grounds where I held his head, face-fucked him and busted a nut in his mouth which he gladly swallowed. He had taken his face-fucking well, barely choking or gagging and had kept his teeth off my meat. "You're good Rick." I said after he sucked off of my cock, kissed it and my scrotum and put his '60's style hornrim glasses back on. "Thanks. That was one helluva fuck you threw into my mouth. I cant wait to feel it up my ass!" he gushed almost like Mikey had the first time I'd fucked his bleached long-haired head a year or two before. That afternoon at lunch we had decided to eat it on the run after lunchtime so we could use the half hour to add his ass to my conquests. We went to a seldom used auxilliary building in a corner of the back of the six-acre lot. He dropped his pants around his ankles, sucked my dick to hardness, kissed it and then turned around and bent-over one of the waist-high heavy-duty workbenches bolted to the concrete floor while I greased up my loggergead. I spat on his asshole, lined up my shot, put my glans to his hole, grabbed his hips and began shoving my dick up his ass. He yielded with slight pressure as my dick slid in past his relaxed sphincters and on up his hole until my pubes and his ass hairs were one. I then flexed my love-muscle in his nice tight twat of an ass and fucked him, slowly increasing my pace as I went along, enjoying how good my dick felt in his love-hole. I began working up a bit of a sweat as I thrust in him and could tell he was loving it. I fucked him faster and harder, in the spirit of a good fuck. My pelvis began occassionally slapping his ass with my thrusts in him as I made love to him. Faster still, I began getting my urges as I began breathing hard, fucking him good and then I began ejaculating inside him and he gushed out something about how good he felt with my dick spasming in pleasure as I kept thrusting, pumping my load up his ass til I was spent and relaxed my grip on his hips, my dick hilted inside him as he told me how glad he was to be hired there and that he had cummed from getting fucked by me while he lovingly massaged my dick with his talented ass muscles. He also liked that I bit my nails so I had no dead white on the ends of them to dig into his skin while I gripped his hips and pounded him. I told him I was glad Jim had hired him and that if he wanted a piece of ass that Mikey, Patrick, David or the other bottoms or versatiles would be glad to put-out to him. Hank had already introduced him to Mikey the day before they had scored that afternoon. Hank scored his mouth after work. I pulled out of Rick who then pulled up his pants and knelt before me again to suck my dick clean and kiss it as he had done when I fucked his mouth during morning break. That done we returned to our work areas. On the way we saw David so I introduced them and then pointed out Patrick the married bi bottom who also looked at Rick from across the lot as we returned to the main plant building. On afternoon break I went to the brick shithouse in back where I was pleased to see Mikey on his knees eating Rick's cheeze and then bending over grabbing his knees and Rick fucking his ass. Short fat Hank joined me and we stood admiring Rick's studmanship as he pumped his second load of the day into Mikey who endured Rick's dirty nails digging into his hips. Unlike Patrick and Rick himself, Mikey didnt suck Rick's dick clean due to his suceptability to infection if he rims, sucks a dick clean after it was up an ass or if he otherwise ingests fecal matter. David had that problem as well, but Rick, Patrick and most other bottoms and versatiles had better immune defenses and always sucked dicks clean after they got fucked, as well as felched. Less than a month later Rick had nutted in both ends of all the bottoms and versatiles and taken loads in both ends from all the Tops and versatiles. He also proved his profficiency in rimming, oral foot service and drinking warm beer on tap as well as getting rimmed and his own feet serviced and urinating in and on bottoms. I saw him and the versatiles and bottoms making out a few times and joined him and others in an all night lovemaking fest where he 69ed and foot-69ed with David, Jim and a couple of other versatiles and we Tops and the versatiles fucked the versatiles and bottoms.Bareback fucking was the norm back then and safer not to mention very enjoyable both for us Tops and the bottoms we fucked. The enjoyment of fucking someone up his ass and the thrill of pumping our bodily fluids into the bottom were also a great ego boost for us as well as a thrill for the bottoms who enjoyed submitting to us Tops and being used by us.

I knew two chubbys named Bill. The first one who was also a personal friend who worked at the plant with me was "Slobby Bill" who looked like a glasses-wearing Marty Allen. Like me he was a Top. The other Bill was the one I fucked. He wasnt as fat and heavy as Slobby but still fat. He wore glasses like Slobby and I did and had a horseshoe of short blond hair circling his bald pate, a mustache, and bitten nails like Slobby and myself. We first met at the gay church and then saw each other at a Pride carnival the year before the carnival committee eliminated the ride concessions. One night he rode my bus almost all night and I reached behind to hold his hand as I tooled the green and white city bus along the route for two of my three round trips. Before he got off we made a date. I got off work, had supper, made lunch for the next day at work, hopped a but to his place,arrived and waited because he was late getting home, having had dinner and a piece of a less than masculine fella who then dropped him off. Bill had a small dick but because he was still more masculine than the fella he fucked he was the Top. He let us in and we hugged and kissed, then had a beer and went to bed. Our first part was him sucking my dick hard. I had face-fucked him in the mens room in the basement of the mall a month before so I was going to nail his ass tonight. After he fondled my dick to hardness with his manly nailbitten hand he sucked on it to get it spitty. I then added some grease while he lay on his stomach. I spat on his asshole and mounted him. I adjusted my position and slid my dick between his fat cheeks and lined up my shot. I shoved my dick up his fat ass as he flinched a little. His ass was a good cunt and I was able to hilt my seven and a half inches inside him and then fuck him. I felt great fucking my fat freind. His fatness made for a nice soft back to lay on which felt great under me. He was built for comfort and his hole made my dick feel good as I made love to him up his ass. I ran my hands along his corpulant sides and then held his masculine hands and fucked him. I increased my tempo and stroke, enjoying his love-tunnel and then got my urges, fucked him faster and nutted in him, that excellent feeling that is the male orgasm making my dick feel really good as I pumped my first load of the night up his ass. I could tell Bill enjoyed it as much as I did as I remained laying on and in him, thrusting from time to time. "You're a good piece of ass Bill." I said as I thrust a last time. "Thanks Hank. You're a good stud." he replied. We shot the shit for half an hour while I reloaded and I fucked him again. It took me longer to pop my second load up him but it felt just as good as my first nut. My dick felt right at home in him and he felt good under me. It was a nice warm night in July so we didnt need so much as a sheet over us to keep warm. I drifted off to sleep still laying on his back. I awoke the next morning, my dick all but flaccid but still up his ass. I decided to try a third fuck and began slightly moving my pelvis to get my dick to harden. It took awhile and Bill more or less remained asleep. My dick did begin to harden and I soon had it moving in his still cum-filled hole. He awoke as I began fucking him in ernest. He seemed a little disoriented but finally realized he had gone to sleep under me. I took longer, having just nutted twice a few hours before. It was worth it to fuck him again. I fucked him harder, faster, beginning to breathe hard and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat, but not much, as I piston-thrust in his ass. I drilled his fat ass good and finally came in him for a nice hat trick. My third orgasm wasnt quite as good as my first two but still felt good as well as put some wear and tear to his hole. After a few more finishing thrusts I went back to sleep and so did he. The sun started rising an hour later and I needed to take a morning piss. I withdrew, my dick saying goodbye to it's snug coddling host, and went to the john. A little plug of shit shot into the bowl as I began pissing. A few minutes later Bill came in the bathroom, wiped his ass good and stepped into the shower where he turned on the water, pissed in the drain and asked me to join him. I stepped in and he washed my dick and coddled my balls under the shower, then we washed each other's backs and then the rest of each other from the waist up. He washed my lower parts from waist to feet and I washed him as well. His dick did get hard so I cut off the water and jacked him off. He shot a good load which arced up and landed by the drain. We hugged and french kissed before turning on the water to rinse off. Unfortunately I never had another piece of him but I did take seconds after be broke a bottom's anal cherry and we later jacked each other off into some fem-queen's mouth before we fucked the queen's ass for our second loads and he/she sucked our dicks clean and drank warm beer from our taps.I regret not having a piece of his mouth because most of the fat guys who gave me head gave better head then average and skinny guys. I even gave him a break by not making him suck my dick clean, rim me nor drink my warm beer on tap.

I was a 6' 270 lb. balding fat flabby middle aged man with glasses, mustache, bitten nails, uncut dick flanked by my often sweaty crotch, good sized balls and sported size 12 feet. I was the associate pastor and also coordinated youth activities at the church until I got sick and tired of snotnoses and teenagers and took over Young Adults which ranged from college age of eighteen to about 24 or 25. I wore suits at the church unless I was doing maintenance, social functions or the outdoor sports activities. Most descriptions of me over the half dozen years I worked at that church were pretty dorogatory, mainly fat, flabby, ugly, slobby, old geek, etc. At least some also described how great a man I was including crediting me for making the groups and the church as a whole a vibrant attractive venue to worship and party at the picnics and social functions, not to mention the bottoms who loved putting-out to men like me. One of my conquests was almost twenty in his second year of college. Rick was a slender guy with long blond hair typical of the 1970's, clean-shaven and nails that had never been bitten. Some compared him to a titless woman although he was just as masculine in skills and demeanor as any other dude his age. He just happened to have discovered that he loves bottoming, especially for us masculine men. I have no idea what exactly transpired but one night as we were cleaning up after a party in the social hall but as we finished cleaning up, I mentioned that my feet were tired and could use a massage. I sometimes wore leather sandals and sported huge toenails on my big toes, sometimes with dirt under them. Several had gotten a whiff of them in a locker room on a trip to the beach. My feet sometimes stunk but for some reason Rick's dick started getting hard. That night after getting home from the beach trip, having dinner and going to bed I had to get up, go to the bathroom and masturbate fantasizing of Rick sucking my big toe and licking the dirt from under my toenails and eating my toejam, then I'd fuck his ass, make him suck my dick clean and then make him drink my piss to express his humility to someone much more manly and superior to him. I had a good orgasm which I licked from my hand before pulling my shorts back up and going back to bed. One night at a young adults class party in the social hall Rick said he'd heard about my messing around and wanted in on the action. "Man my feet are getting tired." I said halfway through the party. I knew he had already given his cherries to men during his first year of college and gravitated to us masculine older men which left the twinks his age off his list of eligable Tops although he'd sowed his share of wild oats in quite a few of them. The last person from the party had left and I was locking up the doors leading to the parking lot. I turned off all but one of the lights and came back feeling tired. "Now that we're done, would you like your feet massaged?" Rick asked me. "Shit I'm ready for some. These dogs of mine could use it." I replied. We walked to a sofa along one wall. "Have a seat Rev." he said. I sat and he sat on the flloor before my feet. He untied the laces of my black oxfords and slipped them off. My foot odors wafted from them and my feet in their black nylon socks. He then peeled off my socks, snuck a sniff and layed them on top of my shoes. My dick was already starting to harden in anticipation of him sucking my big toes with their large nails and tasting and swallowing my toejam. He held my right foot by the ankle and massaged the top of it lovingly with his other hand, then put my foot to his face, runnning his nose up my sweaty sole and then between my big toe and the toe beside it while inhaling my smells and went down on my big toe before I could react. He sucked my toe and laved on it. If there was anything I loved more than someone inhaling the smell of my feet after they sweated all day it was someone kissing them, sucking my toes and eating my toe-jam from between my toes. I raised no objection as he licked my toe clean and fellated it, even licking some of the dirt from under my toenail. I had to reach into my pants to readjust my dick which by that time was at full-mast. He did the same in his pants and then sucked off of my big toe and took the remaining four toes in his mouth which amazed me. He licked between my toes, getting my toejam and swallowing it as well as licking some of the dirt from under the nails before fellating the four toes all at once. He licked under my toes where they join the balls of my feet and then sucked off of them. He licked the top of my foot, then my leathery sole which felt so good. He didnt tickle them at all, having learned from past sessions with studs who'd let him lick their sweaty feet. To him the taste and smell of my sweaty sole was as much a turnon as sucking my toes and eating the gunk he'd licked from between them and swallowed. He shifted his position a little and could tell my pants were slimey with precum from my dick. He licked my heel and ankle and finished at the top where the top of my sock was. He kissed my foot and proceeded to do my left foot the same way. As he switched feet I could see his bulge in his pants matching mine beneath my gut. I was even more turned on, fantasizing about his rectum snugging my cock after he finished my other foot. "Man you do good work. I wish my wife wanted to do this." I lamented as he licked my sole. "I enjoy it, especialy for manly men." he gushed before he kissed my sweaty leathery sole and resumed licking it. I felt like I was about to cum in my pants as he continued licking and sucking my left foot. Once he was done he thanked me. "My pleasure." I replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you Reverent Klicc?" he asked while staring at my crotch and caressing my knee and then thigh. "I'm going to need a moment to relieve myself if you know what I mean." I replied. "I would like to relieve you please." he blurted out. He knew just what I wanted to do. He seemed to ponder my request and then decided to let me use his mouth to lube it with spit. I shifted my manly bulk and thrust my pelvis at him. He unzipped my baggy jeans and reached in to find my cock which was hard. "Watch the nails bitch." I warned him as he pushed my shorts out of the way as we inhaled my ripe sweaty crotch odor. He was so in heat that I wondered if he'd cum before he finished sucking. He kissed my cock was thick licked bits of smegma from under my foreskin. I wondered when the last time he got off was. I was glad I myself hadnt hardened recently because feeding cocksuckers my dick cheeze was one of my big turnons, just like feeling how good my dick feels when they swallow my cum and drink my warm beer on tap. I stiffened in excitement as he sucked my cock into his mouth while inhaling my ripe crotch odors. I was glad I didnt take a shower before the party since I knew many bottoms hated the smell and taste of chemicals from soap, colognes, aftershave, etc. than they dislike a man's crotch odors. He licked the cheeze from under my foreskin and took my cock midway up to skin it back in his mouth so he could lick the rest of my cheeze off my cock. I flexed my love muscle in his mouth while giving an appreciative grunt. "Your mouth's a great cunt but I'm gonna fuck your ass to cum this time around and have your mouth next time we have time to ourselves." I said, He knew I had been sucked off before and I knew he was an experienced cocksucker. He pulled his head back from my now-cleaned cock and kissed it. We stripped. I lay my clothes out on the sofa and he folded up his clothes and lay them on the rug in front of the sofa while I greased my dick. He lay on his stomach on the rug, legs spred, with his clothes between them for me to rest my knees on. I then spat on his asshole and mounted him, settling my knees on his clothes between his knees. I ran my dick up his crack and found his hole. "I'm gonna enter you so get ready." I told him and let my weight drive it in. He flinched as I busted past his sphincters and on in until I hilted all seven and a half inches inside him. His hole was warm and snug, making my dick feel good as I flexed it before I commenced fucking him. I began fucking slowly, enjoying how good I felt beginning to conquer my latest piece of ass, my bulk and stength on and in him. The feel of his anus snug around my meat was damn near excellent, even tighter than my wife when I broke her cherry. I slowly increased my tempo, enjoying the feel of him under me as I took my piece of him. My dick was in seventh heaven so I knew I'd cum soon. I fucked him faster, taking almost full strokes, got close and then said,"I'm gonna cum in you. Get ready." He seemed to feel and sense my nearness as he seemed to tremble and his ass spasm and tighten around my dick and then I hilted it, thrust in short strokes and then lay on his back, my full weight on him, as I pumped my load up his ass. "That sure feels gooood! Take it all cuntass!" I said as I held his upper arms and thrust in his hole again. He seemed to enjoy me pumping my load him as I shot my sperms up his anal twat. The great feeling of being more a man in bulk, weight and actions than most men he serviced. I had been reputed to be self-centered and enjoyed using people and had proved that, but being the man-loving queer Rick was, we were a perfect fit. I thrust again to zark-off the last few sperms into his ass. A few minutes later I was spent and pulled out of him. I stood up and told him to suck my cock clean and kiss it, as if he needed to be told to do what he did for most men who fuck him. He sucked hard while pulling his head off it. Once his lips cleared my glans he kissed it and then coddled and kissed my sweaty balls which suprised me. "You're my kind of bitch. Put my socks and shoes back on for me." I said as I sat on the sofa. He sat back on the floor, kissed my feet one at a time, picked up my sock, kissed my left foot, put the sock on and then my shoe, tied it, then kissed my right foot and put my sock and shoe on it, tied my shoe and stood up. I was surprised as hell when he hugged me after we stood up. I hugged him back. I knew he wanted to kiss me but he also knew that most masculine Tops dont kiss bottoms or versatiles, knowing where their perverted mouths have been. I think he envied my wife who failed to appreciate her manly husband but then again most of us men dont do the things to our wives or girlfriends that we do with whores and sluts. He had another surprise for me. He said, "I want a drink of warm beer on tap." as he led me to the corner bathroom that had a shower stall and knelt before me. He opened my fly again, took out my prick, kissed it and took it in his mouth. He held my hips and I began pissing. I wondered what kind of sex life he had starting when he entered college as he gulped my piss. My piss wasnt much different than other piss. I knew he preferred the cocks, cheeze, cum and piss of us older fatter masculine men, seeing how he happily gulped until I finished pissing. He sucked the last drops out of my cock and swallowed before sucking off of my cock leaving it clean and dry. Again he kissed it, put it away and zipped up my trousers. We hugged goodbye and he went back to lick his cum from the rug in front of the couch. I led us out the side door, locked up and we each headed home. The summer was nice and warm so it was a really nice two blocks. Once home I went to our room and stripped. I went to the bathroom, checked for any stray cum or piss in my shorts and took a piss while thinking about how some of my cum might have leaked out of Rick's ass into his shorts. I went back to the bedroom and slid into bed carefully to avoid waking up my wife. I drifted off to sleep thinking about what kind of cunt his ass would be. Another "might makes right" story for sexual enjoyment. Barebacking in someone after having a bottom orally service my ripe sweaty feet felt really good.

The men who never cut nor shaved anything below their necks always appealed to me and I never cut anything but the hair on my head and trimmed my beard. I'm masculine-oriented but have enjoyed joining my fellow men to gang-bang a fem. I loved having a bottom's nose buried in my sweaty pubes or under my sweaty balls or rimming my sweaty hairy ass. I hated whoever shaved a bear I fucked, it really screwed things up and ruined our session. Most bottoms I fucked hated men who messed with their hair there.

The men who never cut nor shaved anything below their necks always appealed to me and I never cut anything but the hair on my head and trimmed my beard. I hated whoever shaved a bear I fucked, it really screwed things up and ruined our session. I loved having a bottom's nose buried in my sweaty pubes or under my sweaty balls or rimming my sweaty hairy ass. Most bottoms I fucked hated men who messed with their hair there.

Earl the 22 year old fairy was slender, sported long bleached hair and no facial hair, wore no glasses and had manicured nails like a woman. He looked like a titless broad. I was a couple of inches taller at 6' and 50 lbs. heavier at 200 even. I was twice his age, balding, bearded, wore my classic mens hornrim style glasses which I preferred over the wire frames men started wearing in the early 1970's. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. I had a buddy who was similar to me in height and age but he weighed 250, his glasses had the tortoise shell coloring and he had brown straight hair, just a mustache, and he bit his nails. We were in our early forties. Like me Darrel was a Top. Earl acted like he wanted to be pozzed. I had fucked a punk that Darrel had fucked but didnt know Darren had been pozzed by another 'hole he had fucked. I caught the "aids flu" almost a couple of weeks later. Darrel and I had just come from the aids clinic and saw Earl who then cruised us. "Looks ike a queen in heat." I said gesturing to the blond fairy sitting on a bench. "I'd like to pump my aids up that twat." replied Darrel as he reached under his gut and grabbed his crotch. "I'm with ya." I told him and kissed him. We walked over to the queen. "Hi fella." I said as Darrel grinned. "Hi there!" the fella gushed. We set our asses on the bench next to him and began talking. Earl gave us the limp wrist when we shook hands introducing ourselves. He than asked us if we fucked ass. I proudly said that I enjoyed fucking ass and mouth as well as getting rimmed and my sweaty feet orally serviced. Darrel was similar to me in tastes but also liked feeding his dick cheeze to cocksuckers although he didnt tell Earl that. We ended up going to the cheap motel where our buddy Hank took many of his conquests. "Hi Dave." I said to Dave the desk clerk and landlord of the motel. "Hi studs. Adding another conquest to your guns?" he replied as we shook hands, his manly nailbitten fingers feeling good in my hand. He shook hands longer with Darrel and they kissed. Dave's obese wife was oblivious to us, her mind buried in the latest trash novel she was reading in the room behind the office. I then kissed Dave and took the room key he handed me while he took the money from Earl. Once in the room we all stripped and Earl started things off right by kneeling and kissing our dicks and noticed Darren's foreskin. He sucked the man's cock and licked smegma from under his foreskin, swallowing it while humming in delight. Darrel thrust a few times out of manly instinct as the fairy sucked his dick clean. We men hugged and french kissed while Earl did his duty beneath my buddy's modest gut. Darrel skinned his hood back in Earl's mouth so the the poof could eat the rest of his cheeze. My dick was hardening as we men shared man to man affection with Earl eating my fellow stud's smegma. Earl then sucked off of the man's dick and kissed it. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Earl offered. "How tight are you?" I asked him. He said he had lost his anal cherry two months before and had been raped a month later. It turned out one of my friends had raped him. He saw my boner harden more so Darrel told me to go first. Earl switched his position from under Darrel's gut to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked a while, inhaling my crotch odors while humming in delight, then opened wide, pulled back and kissed my spitty dick. Earl pulled back the covers on the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. Darrel and I spat on his hole and I mounted him. "You better bite the pillow." I warned him. He obliged and I put my dick to his hole. He winced as I let my weight drive it in. He whined, shook and shuddered as my stiff prick forced its way into his sphincters. My dick then popped through and he stifled a scream as I continued on up his ass and hilted myself. I had him pinned and he asked me if I had aids. "Yes." I replied with a grin that Darrel returned. "Please pull out. I dont want it. Please!" he whined. "Fuck you. Once I'm in I fuck and cum. You should have asked at the Center, not wait until after my dick's in you." I told him in no uncertain terms as I brutally thrust twice and then flexed my hilted love muscle deep inside his still tight hole. The rape laws in this state applied only to men raping women and even if Earl was a woman, the law at the time stated that once a woman consented to penetration and the man had entered he has the right to fuck and cum before having to pull out. I began fucking the fairy who screamed and cursed us. Darrel stuffed our dirty socks we'd worn for a few days into the poof's mouth and held them as the poof struggled under me. I held his wrists as he tried to ineffectually kick. I thrust in his ass as he tried to resist my dick. I was having a ball performing one of my more difficult conquests because I was winning. The more he tried to wiggle his ass the more action my dick got in it as my loins joyfully pumped pain into him with my powerful-feeling prick. I was sweating and breathing hard as I thrust in him, my pelvis rocking back and forth driving my hard seven inches deep with each thrust. I had to jab my thick nails into his wrists to help still him as I took the piece of ass he owed me. Darrel was still holding the back of his head with one hand and our stinky socks in his mouth with the other. I kissed Darrel's masculine hand and soldiered on, my hips taking over as earl sobbed, knowing he was defeated and his fate sealed after putting up a futile fight to save himself from my deadly aids-gun and its poison sperm-bullets. "Take it you fuckin' bitch. Make my dick feel good!" I growled as sweat dripped from my brow into my glasses. "You're doing good my friend." Darrel said as I drilled the asshole. My dick was feeling really good tearing up the nice tight twat. I jack-hammered and then told the punk, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I rammed it in with a series of brutal hip-snaps and hilted myself as my intial volley of half a dozen deadly spurts of pleasure erupted from my powerful penis into his sore hole. I then thrust a few more times, my pevis slapping his ass with each quick full thrust of my joy-filled penis, and then lay on and in him, satiated, as the last of my sperms carried their toxic load from my dick into his rectal walls. "Excellent job stud." Darrel said as we kissed. I then thrust some more to zark-off the last of my spunk into Earl who lay limp under me sobbing feeling sorry for himself. "You hard?" I adled Darrel. "Fuck, I have a diamond-cutter here. Let me at 'im." he replied. I pulled my spent love-shaft from the asshole who seemed relieved and took over holding his head and mouth. "Dont pull anything bitch." I told Earl who obeyed, fearing we'd just make things harder. Darrel mounted him and found his target. He slid his dick right in and began fucking. Watching my heavy buddy fuck that asshole in my cum was a turnon, especially knowing he'd also pump his deadly load up him. Being intact, Darrel' was able to cum sooner than I did although he was also turned on by fucking in my cum. I myself had taken seconds after him a few times which reduced the time I needed to get my rocks off because I was always turned on fucking a hole he had just fucked and shot his load in. Darrel's fingertips bulged out from in front of of his bitten nails as he held Earl's wrists in a vise-like grip. He manfully fucked Earl who was defeated and knew his fate was sealed. Soon my partner was fucking harder, beginning to breathe hard and just start to sweat as he enjoyed himself. My own dick was starting to harden as Darrel fucked Earl faster and harder. The stud then grunted and hilted himself as his dick released his deadly load. "Man that feels so good spurtin' off in that cunt." Darrel happily exclaimed and thrust again as Earl struggled again at being called a cunt. I kept holding Earl's head as Darrel and I french kissed. "Time to pull out of this cunt but first I need to thrust some more in it." he added, pumping a few more strokes to force our sperms into the rips in Earl's rectal walls before yanking out. "Suck it clean!" Darrel ordered the poof who vehmently spat out the socks as soon as his head was released. Instead of obeying, the bitch spouted off a string of profanities and swung at us until Darrel restrained him and told him to go douche out his cunt. The perv obeyed then, going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Here, wipe that asshole's shit off with this." I said as I handed Darrel Earl's shirt. Darrel cleaned himself off and handed me the shirt. I wiped my dick on the remaining clean spot and threw it onto Earl's clothes and we got dressed. We headed to the door and Earl came out as we walked out the door. As it was, he got dressed except for his shirt and ran out looking for us. By that time we had dropped off the key and were gone. David later said the poof was pissed but knew not to bother looking for us. We were sad that the session had gone from glad to bad but were happy that we had completed our goal. Darrel later told me he'd heard that Earl had converted. We men hugged and french kissed as we caressed each other through our pants. We celebrated with Darrel jacking us off into some poof's mouth and pissing in it in an alley behind a bar.All in all the fairy had it cumming.

Great action. I know how fantastically good Sam and his dick felt when he pumped his deadly load up that asshole. I know how great I'd feel if I was Sam, shooting my load up there. I also think how hot if Devon's big dick stretched the asshole's hole to tear it up so the mens' virus can enter his system even more easily. Love how the two studs conquered that asshole.

It was the day for the wearing of the green back in the mid 1970's so I knew where to go this time around to get my sheliligh serviced. I headed to Mick's Pub which was usually a 50/50 joint with a variety of gay and bisexual Irishmen and many others as well, both Tops and bottoms, ranging from 21 to one old gent in his 70's. I myself was in my mid-forties at the time. I had on my green attire including my old hardly worn pair of green jeans, green socks that I'd worn to work in my lace-up work boots, a green T shirt and green flannel shirt. I combed my hair, put on my glasses and headed out to the bus stop. The place was packed, including a few assholes who wanted their fudge packed and us men who were willing to pack some. I bought my yearly Irish coffee and settled on a vacant spot on the beer cases along the wall as the din of the jukebox, clacking of pool balls and conversations and acrid smoke filled the place. It wasnt too long before Patrick came up to me. I should have known he'd be there. I thought another piece of him would be as good as any to satisfy my sexual needs that night. After shooting the bull for half an hour we went to the motel where Hank usually took his tricks. Dave was at the front desk with a paper green hat on, one he'd worn for the last three St. Patrick's days. His sow of a wife was at her desk in back of the office reading some trash-novel. We men shook hands. Pat handed Dave the five bucks and took the room key. We had one of the rooms in the back. We stripped and Pat knelt beneath my gut and sucked me into his mouth. He was as good a cocksucker as ever, sucking my dick hard and kissing it. I greased up my dick while he lay on his stomach on the bed. I mounted him and slid my dick right up his ass. He admitted getting fucked by Lou earlier in the day, at about lunch time. I was glad since Lou and I are long-time good friends so taking seconds after him is sexy. I hilted myself in Pat and fucked him. He was still tight, my dick being the biggest he usually took unless Jackson's cut 7" fucked him. I lay on his back and piston-thrust in him, working up a bit of a sweat as the subdued rythymic sounds of me piston-thrusting in him filled the room. I was beginning to breathe hard and increased my pace, fucking him harder and faster before busting my nut in him, my prick pulsing with pleasure with each spurt of my cum into his ass. I had a decent orgasm pumping my gonads up his ass while he made his ocassional grunts of pleasure and told me once again that my trusts had made him cum. He affectionately squeezed my dick with his ass muscles and said that even though he'd cum, from getting fucked by me, he was now more in the mood to fuck his wife that coming Saturday night. I nuzzled his dark red hair with my chin and pulled my spent love-muscle out of his ass, then I rolled onto my back beside him. He got up, bent-over my crotch and began sucking my dick clean. His mouth was great and I enjoyed his servitude and respect for me. He sucked on my cock for almost five minutes so it was cleaner than when I went to work that morning. "I need your piss." he begged. I got up and we went into the shower where he knelt and I stood tall and proud. He took my cock into his mouth and and hugged my waist. I released my golden booze-laced nectar while he gulped it down. He then sucked off of my spent cock and kissed it and my sweaty balls. "Thanks stud. I love your dick. Next time I need a mouth-fuck." he gushed. We left th bathroom and I got dressed. Pat remained in hopes Dave would want a piece of him. It was great timing as I went out the door to see Dave sweeping he walk by the rear of the building. "He's ready for you to pump your love into him. Nice way to get our shamrocks off this fine St. Paddy's day. I'd pump a second load in him but I need to save it for my lover." I told him and we men embraced. We hugged tightly, French-kissed and went our ways, Dave to get his own shamrocks off in Pat who was delighted to swing on his meat and I to the bus stop to go home with a wee bit of a smile on my face. Dave fed his smegma to Patty, fucked his ass and unloaded in it and used his mouth the way I had.

My fat buddy Jim had fucked Rick the gay whore and had told me about him. Rick was a former student at the high school and the adult school and junior college Jim and I worked at. Jim had advanced to the college/adult school campus and helped me get transferred there. Jim was a chub-bear with a baldspot, graying wavy hair, bitten nails on sausage fingers and six uncut inches of meat. He was my all time favorite mutual masturbation buddy. I myself was his height of just over six feet, but almost a hundred lbs. lighter at about 180, had black hair and salt & pepper beard, thick nails I seldom cleaned and almost seven inches of cut meat that had made a few assholes bleed. We both were masculine average looking Tops in our fifties, wore glasses and loved using gay and bi bottoms and versatiles for our sexual enjoyment. We had swapped lots of spit and shared gay and bi bottoms and versatiles over a period of about 20 plus years, pumping our loads into about a hundred together as well as each scoring over a hundred on our own. Jim was more oral oriented, getting his uncut dick sucked more than he fucked asses while more of my fucks were anal as well as the mouths I fucked. Rick was a slender character with long blond hair and had began whoring and hustling after graduating the four-year college and trying to hold onto several jobs. Jim told me where he was "working" so one afternoon I went over there. I was able to pick out Rick among the other whores and hustlers who ranged from under-age to about thirty and from leather or jeans and T-shirt masculine to a couple of drag whores. His sweater vest, pastel shirt, slacks and slightly shorter blond hair made him easy to spot. "Rick?" I asked as I approached the somewhat scruffy fella. "Clarence?" he asked. We shook hands and started talking. I told him Jim had fucked him and that he would give me a good piece of ass. He didnt seem too pleased but nevertheless honored his promise to Jim. We went to an abandoned parking garage where he led me to a secluded corner with a somewhat rusted pickup parked one space from the wall. There in the vacant space between the wall and the truck we started with him kneeling and unzipping my semi-worn jeans. He took out my dick and sucked it into his mouth. He noticed my crotch smell as he sucked my dick to hardness but didnt complain. Seems he liked manly smells. Once I was hard he left it wet, stepped over to the open tailgate of the pickup where he dropped his pants and bent-over the tailgate. I spat on his asshole and added some grease to his spit on my dick, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a bit. I shoved it right on up his ass, hilted myself, took a hand off his hips to settle my glasses tighter on my face and then held both his hips. I began fucking him. His hole felt like most of his johns had six inches and under as I felt the semi-snugness which my cut dick needs to get the friction I need. Unlike Jim who is intact, I have to fuck harder as well as longer to get off. I also had to time my pace to keep the truck from rocking back and forth with my thrusts up his hole. Soon I was pounding him good, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. I had to remember to relax my grip on his hips a bit to keep my thick dirty nails from digging into his skin and to not thrust too far because his crotch was hurting on the edge of the tailgate. I fucked that asshole harder and faster, working up a sweat, as my dick began responding to the stimulation. I felt good fucking Rick, glad Jim had turned me on to him. I increased my pace and stroke as he began to feel my thrusts more. I got closer, my dick finally getting the urges and then yanked his hips toward me as I jack-hammered him with hard snaps of my hips which also sent a little pain up his ass with my prick. A few more thrusts and I finally shot my load as I pile-drove his twat until I was spent and hilted myself in him. "Watch the nails please." he whined. I relaxed my grip a little but kept holding him as I thrust a few more times. My dick felt good in his hot hole as I shot off my load in him. I have fucked many holes of both sexes and was pleased Rick had done his job pleasing me and my penis. A couple of minutes later my hardon started deflating and I pulled out, stepped back and examined my dick which was fairly clean but still needed cleaning. Rick remembered the rest of his obligation and knelt before me and sucked my dick. I held his head and pissed in his mouth, letting him pull back a little so he could swallow my warm beer on tap. He drank it all and then sucked my dick for a couple more minutes before sucking off of it and kissing it and my balls which were wet with sweat. I noticed that I had turned him on enough by fucking him that he had cum. Most of his jizz was in his pants with a couple of drops joining old drops and splats on the concrete under the tailgate. He wasnt the first nor the last to cum from getting fucked by me. I was proud of my manliness and studmanship. Rick himself fucked his johns that were bottoms and versatiles. Those 'men' didnt care whether masculine men like Jim or myself fucked them or some she-male or woman with a strap-on fucked them. Rick himself had to take whatever dicks came his way as long as the john paid him as well as to fuck everything from jocks to trolls and even some ugly old hags that were willing to pay for some meat. I left pretty much satiated as I left the garage for the bus stop. The next day Jim asked me how it went. I told him it was a decent fuck and that Rick was respectful enough to keep his whining to a minimum and honor his commitment to put-out to me as well as suck my dick clean and drink my piss after I nutted in him. Jim then asked me if I'd join him in sharing Rick. As usual I said I'd be glad to. Most of our sharing was kicking back together hugging and french kissing while a bottom or two licked our feet, rimmed us and sucked us off. We also often took turns fucking the asses as well. I knew Rick would like to get spit-roasted by us simply because we were men who enjoyed using and sharing bottoms for our sexual enjoyment.

I was a janitor with the education department for a decade. I had started in the high school cleaning up after the snotnoses and then finally improved my lot in life by moving up to the junior college and adult school campus which was also closer to my apartment. I had known about one student starting when he was in the high school but as with the other kids I wasn't interested in wasting my time other than a polite "How's it going?" in passing. I mostly ignored the kids since most were of low morals, surly, dopers and hoodlums. The adult school and college seemed to have brighter and nicer students. The main requirement was being over eighteen to attend the adult school or college, as well as passing basic tests to enter the college. The student I had known of in the high school befriended me when he was eighteen and a half while attending the adult school. He was pretty good looking, about 6' tall, somewhat slender, and had the long blond hair most young guys seemed to sport back then. I myself was just over 6', 275 lbs, just beginning to bald and gray and fifty-one when we first talked to each other. "Jim." I said when we shook hands. "Rick." he replied. His hand seemed small in my nail-bitten bear-paw, almost like shaking hands with a woman. It was a week later after our after class chats when he came on to me. I rejected his advances politely but I did help mentor him so he could finish his remedial classes and get into the college. A year and a half later he began classes at the college. I continued to see him since the college and adult school were on the same campus with the college on one side, the school on the other and two middle buildings and the big gym being used by both. Rick was doing good with some of my help and finally graduated from the two year junior college with an associate degree. We hugged on his last day on campus and I didn't see him until two and a half years later. The thing about that was that although he had earned another degree at the four-year, he was whoring and hustling. I was in town and happened to see him. He thought I didn't know what the area was so he smiled. "Hi Rick" I said as I hid a smirk and wondered why he was selling sex instead of getting a job. "Hi Jim" he replied and we shook hands. He seemed a little dirty, not as kept up as he had been on campus. He had worn a preppy outfit including white shirts, a sweater-vest, dark slacks and leather sandals. On the street he wore pastel shirts, the sweater vest and dark slacks and loafers instead of the sandals or sneakers. He had cut his hair shorter. We talked a while and I saw him again a few weeks later. He then asked me if I wanted to get my rocks off. "I don't pay for it" I told him. "It's on me, Jim. I'll admit I had the hots for you for ages. Now please fuck me" he gushed as I tried to hide my astonishment. We went to an abandoned parking garage where whores and dopers did their thing. In a somewhat private corner of a vacant parking space between the wall and a seemingly abandoned pickup, he knelt and unzipped my jeans and fished out my uncut dick. I had some cheeze under my foreskin but I enjoyed that great feeling when a good cocksucker licked and ate it from under my hood and off my prick and swallowed it. He ducked his head under my gut, sucked my dick into his mouth and sucked on it while inhaling my sweaty crotch. My dick felt really great as he licked and sucked on it til it was hard. He opened his mouth and pulled his head back. "Want to fuck me up my ass?" he asked. "Sure. But you'll need to suck it clean after I cum" I replied. "No problem, stud" he grinned. I was glad we never kissed knowing what he did with his mouth. He stood up, dropped his pants and bent over the open tailgate of the old pickup. I spat on his asshole, stepped up to him and inserted my dick up his ass which was quite loose so my dick slid right in. I gripped his hips and hilted myself, flexed my fifty-five year-old love-muscle in him and fucked him. I fucked him easily, enjoying adding the fella to my list of conquests. I pumped his ass for about five minutes, slowly increasing my pace as I got closer to my climax. I grinned and pushed my glasses back in place and continued fucking him. My dick got hotter, closer and my balls drew up, then I then felt my dick swell and again hilted myself, gave some short quick thrusts and blasted my middle-age chub-bear cum up his ass as I held his hips, spurting my jizz up his hole. I held my position for a couple of minutes before pulling halfway out and shoving it back in to pump more spunk into his ass, which was a good cunt, better than most vaginas I've fucked. I thrust again, hilted myself, held my position and then pulled out. He stood up and thanked me for the fucking. "No problem Rick" I said as I stood facing him. He finally remembered to kneel and suck my dick clean. His mouth made my dick feel good all over again as he licked and sucked it clean. "I need to piss Rick" I told him. He didn't try to pull away so I held his head and soon rewarded him with my afternoon beer-laced piss. He gulped it good without letting any leak out between my shaft and his lips. I was satiated and felt great once he finished drinking my piss and sucking on my dick more until it was clean. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. "You're a good piece of hole. I'm glad you're doing good for the men" I said, as he stood up. He said he had tried gay sex in the four-year college and got his mouth and ass broken in there. He had been anally raped a month before graduating. He had been whoring since graduating the four-year college he had transferred to after graduating the junior college. He'd looked for a job and after a series of short term jobs and a stint in a small rock band he found that hustling and whoring was easier. "I have a buddy who might want a piece of your ass if you don't mind, same terms" I told him. He asked who it was and I told him my friend Clarence. He knew Clarence but as with me he didn't know the man would just as soon fuck him as look at him. Clarence had said he wanted to fuck him some day while we shot the shit on our lunch break. Rick didn't really want to do Clarence, but since he owed me he capitulated.

I get turned on reading about us massive masculine Top men and fellow Top studs using bottom twirp 'holes for our sexual gratification. A good hot twat of an asshole around my dick felt so good when I fucked and cummed in them those 35 years ago. Sometimes when I fuck my bf I'll fantasize about how great I might feel if I was a Poz stud bear pounding some little insignificant college-age asshole punk, tearing up his hole more and more with each powerful thrust of my mighty meat as my powerful loins brutally drive it home again and again, pile-driving and then jack-hammering in him while he cummed from the fuck I throw into him and pumping my deadly poison spunk up his ass, my dick spasming in the ultimate pleasure of the male orgasm, feeling even more intense and pleasurable knowing I'm fucking the tight virgin asshole and fucking him up in more ways than one, continuing to ram my cum-shooting dick up him with gusto until I'm spent.

Good that you fucked that little asshole and cummed up him, showed him who the man in the relationship is. A couple of times when I was fucking assholes I had to piss. When I fucked this one guy I just paused and pissed and resumed fucking him even though he was in pain. At least he sucked my dick clean after I cummed in him and pulled out. The other asshole I fucked with a piss-hardon at 4 in the morning was drunk. He took it well after a few thrusts and I began pissing in his ass but didnt stop fucking him. He ended up pissing his bed because I wouldnt interrupt my fuck so he could go piss in the john. It messed up his bed by the time I finished cumming in him and yanked out so I wiped my dick off on his shorts, got dressed and left. Fortunately he used rubber sheets under his bedsheet. It was a good feeling orgasm even if the second piss-fuck was messy as hell and he was too drunk to suck it clean for me.

I had taken my last shower of the week on Thursday night, worked up a sweat Friday at the plant and then sweated more on the weekend working in the yard, servicing the truck and helping a neighbor roto-till part of his vegetable patch for summer planting. I was horny that Sunday afternoon since my last sex was with my lover Thursday night and he didnt want to put-out until after I'd taken my shower. I sometimes went to a local 50/50 watering hole half a mile from our place for a cold one and maybe score a blowjob or piece of ass if my lover wasnt home or if he was busy. I was a normal masculine fat average man about six feet tall and still about 275 with a full head of hair, black-frame hornrim glasses over my blue eyes, full beard, thick guitar-pick nails I seldom bit or cleaned after the day I found out I was poz, almost 8" of cut meat and size 11 sweaty feet. Many said I had the libido of a man half my age and this continued for a few years after my life-changing diagnosis. I was and still am a total Top. That Sunday afternoon half an hour after lunch the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello." Rick was on the other end and told me he'd be at the bar which was half a mile from our place. "I'll meat you there in about half an hour." I said and we hung up. "Who was that?" my lover asked. "I gotta make a delivery. I'll be back in an hour or two. I'm gonna change out of these boots first." I replied. While shucking my work boots and slimey sweat-wet socks I'd worn all weekend I thought of how Rick and I had made our date. My date Rick was a twenty-five year old classic geek type like surfers kicked sand in the faces of at the beach half a century ago. He had black hair in a conservative haircut, blue eyes, no facial hair, 6 uncut inches and feet like mine but not as wide or smelly. He didnt wear glasses and was more masculine and stronger than the average geek and weighed a healthy 190 at 5'11". He was versatile and could take either the man's or the person's part in most sex acts. Our first sex act had been him licking and sucking my grungy feet followed by fucking him in his mouth in the brick shithouse at the back of the plant grounds after we'd punched out for the day. Two weeks later I had caught the HIV from some asshole I'd fucked at the baths. He had wanted to give his HIV - cherry to a masculine stud so after a couple of weeks of discussion at work he decided that he wanted my deadly load. I would be glad to deliver. I had told him all the consequences of being positive, starting with the nasty flu symtoms that would keep him in bed for a while, the drug regiman with the side-effects and dangers from skipping a dose, how he would begin wasting away once the effectiveness of the drugs lessened and how he would end up in a miserable prolonged agonizing death years later. He took it all in and said he still wanted to "have my baby" even after I told him that he was just another piece of hole I'd fuck and that my love and affection was reserved for my lover whom I had pozzed a few months earlier. I still wore my cutoff jeans and sweaty wife-beater. I put on my tire-tread-sole leather sandals and told my lover I'd be back in a while. "Have a good time. Seed him well but dont spend all night." he replied and kissed me. I headed out and walked the five blocks to the joint. The afternoon was still warm so I was comfortable. I walked in the bar and scanned the place for Rick. Mikey the long-haired bleached blond was there but kind of ignored me as he had since the day I'd told him I was poz. Slobby Bill was talking with some plain looking man who wanted to blow him. I greeted him as I proceeded to the back of the joint. The far end of the bar yielded Rick. He was wearing his sweater-vest over a white shirt, dark blue slacks and black oxfords. I went over to him and said, "Hi Rick. How's tricks?" "Funny. You know I havent scored in a month except my hand and sucked a cock. You horny?" he replied before telling me he earned a little extra money that morning by handing out religious tracts at a strip mall and sucked off his boss when his shift was over. " I have a nice load for you." I told him. "That's just what I want stud, I cant wait to feel you pumping it deep in me!" he gushed, obviously in heat. He finished his beer, got off his stool and followed me to the mensroom at the back of the bar. The john was smallish with a single stall and a trough urinal but had room for a couple to get it on without getting in the way. Rick opened his mouth and I spat in it. He then knelt, kissed my crotch through my pants and then unzipped my fly. He lowered the waistband of my sweaty stained undershorts, carefully fished my dick and balls out, kissed them and my dick and sucked it into his mouth. He hummed in delight as he began sucking it hard, his head semi-buried beneath my sweaty beer-gut. I felt good, my dick bathed in his man-loving mouth as he held my hips under my love-handles and hummed in delight further stimulating my love-rod, his forehead lightly rubbing the underside of my gut as he sucked on my shaft.. A few minutes later I was fully hard in his mouth. I felt good, standing tall and proud with him sucking my dick. His mouth was a great cunt, even better than any vagina including my best girlfriend's when I was in college. Rick did a great job sucking me hard, his velvety mouth loving and caressing my love-gun as he took it all the way to my nuts. He sucked and swallowed the last bits of underwear lint off my shaft, opened his mouth wide to leave it wet with his spit, kissed it again and pulled away from me. He stood up, dropped his pants, pulled one pant-leg off over his shoe, spread his legs a little, bent-over and grabbed his ankles while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. I spat on his asshole and took my position behind him. "Your last chance to beg off. You sure you want my death?" I asked him. "Yes! Please fuck me before I get cold feet!" he anxiously replied. I lined up my shot, put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and pulled him to me as I shoved my death-gun up his bug-virgin hole with a good pelvic thrust to hilt myself in him as he flinched from my rapid penetration. He was still decently tight, especially around my good-sized dick. I flexed my love-muscle inside him and began fucking him with full strokes, the entrance of his hole feeling my meat from my glans to my pubes as my sweaty crotch met his ass hairs with each sex-loving stroke. I began to increase my pace, fucking him with gay abandon. Rick seemed energized as he put all his effort into pleasing my horny dick with his ass muscles as I fucked him. My dick felt good as he brought me closer to orgasm. Seemingly in no time I was getting ready to shoot. I thrust harder, and faster as my knees began to shake. I continued fucking him, feeling his ass muscles kind of contract, knowing I was turning him on so much he came from getting fucked by me. I pounded him hard, the slaps of my pelvis on his ass echoing in the small tearoom as my loins took over with a mind of their own to pile-drive my shaft in him. A few minutes later I grinned wide and grunted as I rewarded him with my deadly HIV-laden load as my prick pulsed in absolute pleasure with each deadly spurt I shot inside his ass as I pumped my diseased poison cum into his love-hole. The great feeling in my dick spread throughout me enveloping me in the greatest feeling a man can have, the male orgasm. I rammed his hole until I was spent and then hilted myself in him, remaining in position with his ass hairs one with my pubes, my cock deep up his love-canal to force my sperms into the walls of it to carry their load into his anal walls to infect him. I then corkscrewed my hips, pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times with brutal snaps of my hips, the slap of my pelvis on his ass sounding like gunshots, and then hilted myself again. A couple of minutes after the last of my sperms had left my dick on their mission to spread my virus through his rectum, my dick softened a little and I released my grip on his hips. I noticed a couple of cuts in his skin from my thick nails as I pulled out and stood back. He turned around while changing from his bent-over position to a kneeling position, kissed my dick and sucked it into his mouth to clean it. He took it to my pubes, his nose buried in my pubic mound, and sucked while humming in delight, then pulled his head back a little. I began pissing in his mouth. He gulped my equally poz-laden urine like he was thirsty after a day in the hot desert. As with all the other times I used someone's mouth for a urinal, pissing in his mouth felt almost as good as cumming in it. He drank it all, letting none leak from between his lips and my shaft. He continued to suck another few minutes after the last drops had entered his stomach, hugged my pelvis tight with my dick hilted in his mouth, his nose buried in my pubes, and then lovingly sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry. He kissed my glans and then my sweaty scrotum. I could almost see hearts floating up from his head like in a dirty picture I saw one Valentines Day. He stood up and thanked me for a wonderful time and opened his mouth wide, I spat in it. He swallowed my spit and hugged me. He praised my studmanship and said he couldnt wait to bust his own poz nut in someone. He put his pants back on while I pulled mine back up. We zipped our flies, buckled our belts and left the john. I had to get home so I bid him goodbye and walked home in the twilight dusk. My lover greeted me with a bear hug and passionate french kiss after I told him how well I had seeded Rick. My poison seed had worked. Three weeks later Rick was off work for a few weeks and going to the doctor who knew Rick had caught the bug. Almost a month after he called in sick he called me. We shot the shit and he told me how good he felt when he had cum when I fucked and pozzed him in the bar mensroom. "Do me a favor. Celebrate by fucking and cumming in someone. If you didnt have a lover I'd want to be your bitch." he said before we hung up. He returned to work exhausted looking and hugged me in the back mensroom on the morning break. "That was the best fucking I ever had stud!" he said aloud and kissed me. I fucked his ass and mouth every so often as well as fucked my lover and a couple of others in my harem. We both pozzed a few more bug-chasers over the next few years.This work of fiction is strictly to turn men on sexually/provide jackoff material. I do not advocate actually pozzing anyone, getting pozzed or engaging in unsafe sex.

I had a weekday off but had a date with Rick the versatile geek in charge of maintenance who worked that day so I put on my cutoff jeans, dark gray wife-beater, cheap dark green rubber flip-flops and took the bus to the plant. I got off the bus a block from the plant, headed up the block, went in a back gate used for shipping and deliveries and into a seldom used auxilliary building in back near the brick shithouse where we scored during breaks. My cheap diver's style watch with its black rubber-plastic band indicated a few minutes before break time. As I entered I saw action in a far corner. Short fat Hank had just fed Rick his cheeze and Rick then sucked the man's uncut dick to hardness. Now laying across the long narrow workbench bolted to the concrete floor, Hank had just began sodomizing him. Rickwas nude,his clothes lay on the workbench next to him along with Hank's work shirt and T-shirt. Hank's pants were down around his ankles with his undershorts inside them. I walked over, admiring the forty-five year old married bisexual chubby as he took his piece of the geek in his early twenties. Little sweat showed on his corpulant semi-hairy manly chub physique as his ass alternately wrinkled and expanded with his thrusts.. "Hi Hank." I said. He looked and returned my greeting and smile without missing a stroke. He fucked a little faster as I unzipped my fly. I was already turned on watching my fellow man score and because I'd be fucking Rick in his cum so my dick was hardening. Just then Patrick the married bi bottom with dark red hair came in. We greeted each other and Pat complemented me on my feet, asking when he could suck my toes. I sat on the bench next to Rick and admired Hank's studmanship while Pat sat on the floor and began sucking my big toes as Hank soldiered on. Hank began pumping his eyebrows behind his black-frame hornrim bifocals as he grinned and then grunted as he stiffened, hilted his dick in the asshole, and pumped his load up him, his thick strong-fingers and thumbs gripping the skinny nerd's hips, his thick dirty guitar-pick nails digging into the flesh, pulling the asshole tight to him so it was buried beneath the man's beer gut, the man's dick buried in the ass, as we men kissed until he was spent. He then thrust a couple of times, pulled out and stood in front of Pat who got up from sucking my toes and knelt before him. I got off the workbench, dropped my pants and took my place behind Rick. I lined-up my shot and shoved my dick right up his ass, hilted it and fucked him while Pat sucked Hank's dick clean, drank his piss and sucked off of his dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and his balls. Hank's cum was excellent lube and Rick was still decently tight so I had a good piece of his ass. I draped one arm around Hank's shoulders and held Rick's hip loosely as I made love to him, enjoying how my dick felt up his ass which seemed made for fucking. I liesurely fucked Rick for a few minutes, kissed Hank, grabbed Rick's hips with both hands and began pounding him. The swucking sounds increased a little as I pile-drove my seven inches where Hank's five had been. Hank stood by me with his hand on my shoulders as I made love to the geek who was in hog heaven getting fucked by us two men one right after the other. I was getting close, the thrill and feel of once again using Rick as my cumdump. I fucked him even harder, working up a sweat and breathing hard, finally getting my urge. My pelvis slapped the nerd's ass with each thrust of my three-decade-old dick up his hole. I knew I was slamming his crotch against the edge of the workbench but didnt give a shit. My job was to add my load to Hank's up the asshole and make my dick feel good in him. Rick didnt whine, as I wasnt slamming him too hard. He knew his place vs. us Tops and gladly accepted his role as our recpetacle for our sexual enjoyment. I drilled that hole good, finally reached orgasm and let my hips go, pounding my load up the hole as my knees shook a little as powerful spurts erupted from my dick inside the ass, enjoying how fantastic my dick felt as I pumped my load in him. I hilted myself a moment, then thrust a number of times, none too gentle. I hilted myself again, my nailbitten fingertips digging into his hips pulling him to me as my pubes and his ass hairs became one. I then pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before yanking out. Rick remained in position as Hank and I resumed our man to man affection while Pat knelt and sucked my dick clean. I then emptied my bladder as he drank my golden nectar from my cock still in his mouth. Pat swallowed the last drops and sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry, kissed it and my balls and then turned his attention to felching our loads out of Rick's ass. Hank put his T-shirt and work shirt back on and buttonned it, kissed me and said he had to go, since his work area was a distance from the back of the plant. Pat then sucked on Rick's dick alittle and drank his piss and then licked the masculine versatile geek's cum off the concrete floor. Rick began getting dressed. He had been turned on by getting fucked by us men so it wasnt too surprising he had cum. "Next time I want to suck more than your big toes and clean your dick stud." Pat said as he hugged me. Rick then hugged me and buttonned his shirt and sweater-vest beofre they took off hoping to avoid being caught returning from break late. I double-checked my zipper and left the plant out the back gate I'd come in. I felt good having swapped spit with Hank while we shared Rick's ass and Pat's mouth.Rick had also fucked Patrick as well as felched his loads out of him. Pat was just about all bottom because his wife loved getting fucked so he had to save his loads for her. Pat's ass was decently tight the firsttimes I fucked him but over the years he loosened from the numerous dicks each week.

Nice turn-out. Most bottoms I fucked would love to be conquered by a studly sex-hero like that college instructor. WOOF!That he-man sure put that loser in his place. Thanks for turning us men(and the bottoms) on.

Hot story. Loved how our two heroes conquered that punk who then grew to respect and admire their studmanship.You know how to get a Man's dick hard.

Danny was one of the most masculine little blonds I'd ever pumped a load in. He was small at just under five and a half but he was cublike and sported a bald pate, glasses like many old-time pharmacists used to wear and well-bitten nails which not only added to his manliness but also made him a damn good jackoff buddy although being small he usually used both hands to jack my seven inches. With the exception of his manly baldness ringed by a horseshoe of light blond hair, he looked younger than his forty. His own dick was no slouch, respectfully measuring up to six uncut inches. It looked large on him as much as an eight-inch would look on me. He had plenty of conquests under his belt including those who wanted a masculine smaller man to bust their ass cherry. I myself had popped a few cherries but with considerably more pain and some bleeding to the assholes. Of course busting an ass cherry is much easier on a top's dick and much more enjoyable than breaking a cocksucker's cherry unless the cocksucker is toothless with smooth gums. Some of Dan's conquests were customers when he worked the night shift. I also liked the night shift since things were more relaxed including that I didnt need to keep my nails clean which was a hassle with my mechanic job. We pulled a lot of night and graveyard shifts which enabled us to score during the usually dead periods. Dan and I never kissed except our first night together because although he looked to be 100% top, as am I, he was in fact versatile and bottommed for anyone who was bigger, heavier, stronger and more masculine than was he. I was a couple of inches over six feet tall and weighed in at about 210 to 220 pounds, had dark brown hair and full beard, wore dark gray-brown frame horn rim glasses that looked black indoors and at night, sported good amount of body hair and had thick nails I seldom cleaned. The bottoms that would start whining and trying to shirk their obligation to me after I'd pumped a few thrusts into them or the cocksuckers that had trouble keeping their damn teeth off my shaft settled in when these thick nails of mine started digging into their hips when I fucked them or their ears when I used the guy's mouth. My buddy Hank was similar to me in size and masculinity, but his strength substituted for fingernails because he bit his as deep as Dan did. Hank had actually had first crack at Dan's mouth one night. He had called in a prescription refill but they fucked up and never filled it. Dan took his lunch break by eating Hank's meat which was nearly the size of mine. Hank fucked his mouth good and finally came. As soon as Dan swallowed the stud's cum he had to suck off of his meat and get back to work with barely enough time to kiss the man's meat and his balls and then put his glasses back on on his way back. A week after I had started working the night shift with Dan he had a date with one of the fem nurses. He had to do it on the nurse's break time so I covered for him. Fortunately the only customers I had to service was a mechanic who was built like me and then an older fat Mexican buddy of mine. Dan came back happy having fed his cheeze and cum to the queen. A month later I was the reason Dan had to take off the rest of the night. It happened because he had been giving his ass to smaller dicked men including my Latino friend who was almost all top. In fact the man had fucked Dan before he came to work. The last larger dick to have his ass had been a year earlier. Dan was happy and said he was up to take another good fucking on our lunch break. I was horny so I was more than glad to shove my biggish dick up his little hole. Due to our height differences we couldnt do it standing up since I'd have to crouch down too much. Fortunately there was an old mattress on the floor of the room where Dan had scored the effeminate male nurse's mouth. We stripped and I took in the comparison between us. He was more or less hairless and had blond pubes matching his naturallly blond hair. I had good body hair although I didn't have a defined treasure trail, instead being hairy all over, although not as hairy as most full bears. My seven inches was already beginning to rise from admiring the little stud. Dan knelt, kissed my cock and sucked it into his mouth. He was able to take most of it which surprised me. After fellating me to hardness with the aid of his manly hands he left it wet with spit, kissed it again and lay on his stomach while I added a decent amount of grease to his spit on it. I spat on his hole and mounted him. I could almost rest my chin on the top of his head. I positioned myself and let my weight drive my glans past his sphincters and home as he flinched and let out an involuntary whine as my dick filled his hole with some pain. Fortunately for him he had given up his cherry during his second year in college two decades earlier. His ass was nice and snug around my dick and even a little tighter after five or six inches in. Even though I wasn't a chub I almost buried him in the worn mattress, which was an old surplus one that had seen many obese patients. I rested on him and flexed my love muscle inside him. He felt it and said he liked my powerful manliness. "I like your nice hole. I'm gonna fuck you good Dan" I said as I began thrusting, holding his upper arms. "Thanks stud. Just watch those nails, don't want any cuts where anyone can see them" he replied. I relaxed my grip on his upper arms and fucked him good, taking full strokes, making love to him up his ass. He was taking it like a champ but I could tell he was in pain, which I really don't mind, since pain is a part of the experience when a guy's hole is fucked. Suppose I might say the more pain my dick brings to an asshole, the more I feel like a real man. I sure enjoyed myself fucking Dan's tight little twat. These masculine ones didn't get fucked as much as the less manly types so they were just about always tighter, which my cut dick liked. I knew we didn't have too much time so I fucked faster and harder, enjoying my manly power over and inside Dan who was still in pain. Fortunately for him he wasn't feeling as much pain as the little bitch of a fairy whose seldom-fucked asshole bled before I finished fucking him. I was starting to get my urges, enjoying the good feeling of the man's tight hole around my shaft as I piston-thrust in him, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass as I drilled him. I held my own hips, mainly to keep from inadvertently jabbing his skin with these dirty nails of mine. This meant he bore all my weight as I pounded him. I then took a semi-push-up position and pounded him to victory, my dick then exploding in a really great feeling orgasm as I pumped my spunk up his sweet twat. I hilted myself, shooting my initial volley of half a dozen rapid-fire spurts into him, then I resumed thrusting, pumping the balance of my load into him. I then rested while he told me how much getting fucked by me turned him on. I thrust a couple of more times and withdrew. I stood up and gave him a hand getting up. I noticed a touch of red mixed in with the rest of what he'd left on my rod. He knelt and sucked my dick clean and kissed it. I was buckling my belt and zipping up my pants as the fairy male nurse came in with a large burly male nurse as we were about to leave the room. The fairy asked us how our fuck went and then asked to felch my load out of Dan's ass. Dan bent-over and the masculine nurse and I got to know each other while the queen did his/her duty and then licked Dan's cum off the bed sheet. Dan got dressed and the man and I hugged before he and the queen stripped. We returned and the relief pharmacist left to tend the other pharmacy while that pharmacist took lunch. About an hour later Dan began complaining about his asshole hurting. I apologized but he said none needed, it was well worth getting fucked by me. He had cum from the fucking. I told him to go ahead and get his hole looked at. I took over the whole job the rest of the night. Fortunately the traffic was light so I was able to get the prescriptions filled and finish doing refills quickly and get the other work done. Dan came back about quitting time. He said the doctor told him to rest his hole and that he was lucky he didn't need it sewn up. The doctor then let Dan suck him off. "I owe you for covering for me. My mouth will take your meat any time you want it" he said and hugged me. Dan's active sex life was relegated to having the bottoms do the work for him whether sucking his cock or sitting on it and then sucking it clean afterwards while he lay on his back. For his passive role he was able to suck cocks and let men fuck his mouth as well as jack off us men who were into mutual masturbation. A couple of weeks later he was able to actively fuck an ass or mouth but not too hard. Fortunately his being intact saved him the need to pound holes. His ass was declared healed a month later. He progressed to larger men gradually and was able to take the kind of fucking I'd put to him half a year later without bleeding. That time he was able to get fucked by me with no problem. By that time I had found full time work in my field as a truck mechanic so I had to stop by if I worked overtime or screw him and share bottoms with him or share him with fellow tops at his place. The large masculine male nurse had his pieces of Dan. I had yet to pump a load up the effeminate nurse's ass as well as one in his mouth. A couple of years later the effeminate nurse was reportedly raped in both ends by five men. A guy I fucked said the big male nurse had raped an older "auntie" at a sex club, but it was never proven.

I had shared a punk at work named Tim with Harry the fifty-year-old fat sweaty balding cook and proprietor of the luncheonette a block from the plant where we worked. Harry was a good buddy and stud who shared my respect for our fellow men as well as our enjoyment of fucking and otherwise using those less masculine than us. Harry had busted his nut up Tim's ass in the mensroom after the lunch crowd had finished. Tim was a perfect bottom who respected us tops as well as loved servicing us. I had sloppy seconds after Harry who was a great stud, feeling the joy of his cum enveloping my hard penis as I thrust in Tim's ass and added my load to his. Tom, Harry's nephew, was there Friday helping him with the largest crowd of the week. Tom was about Tim's age but looked much like I did at that age. He was my height, about ten pounds heavier than Tim, wore black horn rim glasses similar to mine, sported a mustache and dirt under his nails as black as his glasses frames. He packed almost 7 cut inches which he enjoyed using. "Hi Harry" I said as we entered the place. Harry greeted us and then introduced his nephew to us. "Pleased to meet you" Tom said as he shook hands with Tim and me. Tom gave a good firm handshake to both of us. I noticed how he treated me as a fellow man and Tim as a conquest to be had. Tim and I had lunch, a replay of the previous day's of steaks and potatoes as the crowd thinned out. Tom was bussing the counter, filling the racks and taking them to the machine, then unloading the clean dishes and utensils from the other end, lining them up to dry, then stacking everything for the next day. Harry said that Saturdays were usually slowest except certain times if some parade or other event took place. He used to open for the after church crowd on Sundays but since he didn't have a liquor license he couldn't sell beer so the patronage didnt warrent it. Harry finished as Tim and I wiped our mouths and Tom cleaned the counter. Ten minutes later Harry and Tom were ready for action. With the "closed" sign in place and the doors locked we headed to the men's room where Harry and I had fucked Tim the day before. I unbuttoned Harry who was quite sweaty, and apparently quite horny as he hugged and french kissed me with as considerable passion. My dick had already begun hardening when Harry and I began kissing and it was fully erect by the time Tom joined in. I normally wasn't usually turned on by younger men, but at twenty-two Tom was as mature and masculine as guys a decade older. I could feel his hardening prick tenting his pants and he felt mine. We parted and Tim started by opening Harry's fly and eating what little smegma he was able to get up after the previous fuck. He then turned to Tom and opened his fly. He took the mans hard dick into his mouth and pumped his head back and forth on it, then opened his mouth wide and pulled back. "You go first Tom" Harry said, patting his nephew's shoulders. Tim dropped his pants and assumed his position bent-over the sink while Tom greased up. We men spat on Tim's asshole and stepped aside while Tom stepped up to Tim's ass. He positioned his dick on the asshole's pucker and grabbed his hips. Tim yelped a little as Tom shoved his member right up him. As Tom pumped, while he held the punk's hips and flexed his love muscle inside him. "Feel that bitch? That's my masculine power inside you" Tom said as he flexed it again. Tom relaxed his grip just a little after Tim whined about his nails digging into his hips. He fucked Tim slowly at first, then sped up in deference to Harry and myself who would be going after him. "You brought a good piece of cunt Hank. I want to kiss you when I cum in this bitch" Tom said as he humped away in the hole. Tom and I may have looked and acted like classic four-eyed geeks from the 'fifties or 'sixties but we were all man when it came to sex and using bottoms. I felt Tom looked more like me than he looked like his uncle Harry. He could have passed for my nephew. Harry and I stood with our arms around each other as his manly nephew fucked the bent-over asshole who was now enjoying getting fucked. Tom said something about not having to jab his nails into the asshole to get him to tighten up like he had to do with some other assholes he fucked. Tom increased his tempo and force, his pelvis beginning to slap on Tim's ass a little. The asshole winced a bit as the stud's nails began digging into his hips again. "Mind them nails Tom. We dont want the asshole's blood on our hands when we have our turns" Harry reminded him. Tom smiled, relaxed his grip and kept on fucking. He began breathing hard but was in good shape from riding a ten-speed to work except when the weather was foul. He fucked harder, faster, his seven inches pile-driving in the hole who was in heaven getting fucked. Tom's strokes began getting a little jerky, then he jabbed it all the way in and then stiffened, yanking Tim's ass to himself and seemed to throb a little as he pumped his load up the asshole. I was standing close enough to them that Tom simply reached out to me and pulled me to him. We passionately french kissed as he finished seeding the hole with me hugging him while he kept his grip on Tim's hips. We came up for air and he pulled out a bit and thrust to slam it home with a manly snap of his hips. A few such thrusts later later he pulled his cock out of the hole and stepped back. Tim turned around and knelt before Tom and sucked his dick clean. "Piss in his mouth" Harry said. Tom grinned and said, "You bet I will." A minute later the man pissed as the pervert drank it. I could see the pride on Harry's face that his nephew was a real man. Once Tim finished sucking the last drops of piss out of the stud's cock and swallowed it he sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls. "That bitch knows his place and how to please us men" Tom said as he zipped up his pants and Tim resumed his place bent-over. "You go next Harry" I said. "That's OK, you can go" he replied as we took our arms from around each other and kissed. I wanted to take seconds after Tom the way I had after Harry anyway. This way I'd have the pleasure of taking seconds after him as I had after his uncle the day before. I stepped up to Tim's ass and shoved my dick right up it. I could feel the marks left by Tom's fingernails in Tim's hips as I gripped them. Tom's cum was great lube, just as his uncle's was. I fucked Tim with gay abandon as Tom and Harry stood next to me. Both men turned me on in different ways. I wasnt into younger guys as Tops but Tom was much more masculine than most guys his age so he was entitled to fuck guys like Tim and others. As with fucking after Harry I came in about ten minutes. It was a great feeling cum in Tim as my dick pulsed in pure pleasure, better than the two times so far I had fucked him in the remote brick shithouse at the plant. Tom hugged and kissed me as I had him when he came in Tim. Tom and I then separated, I thrust a few more times, pulled out and had Tim suck my dick clean and gave him my piss. He sucked off of my meat, kissed it and my balls, returned to his position and let Harry have his turn. Harry grinned and pumped his eyebrows up and down as he commenced fucking. The fat stud fucked just as good as he had the day before, his fat shaking and jiggling as he progressed. Tom and I stood with our arms around each others shoulders watching his chub-bear uncle take his piece of ass. The man began breathing hard, jerkily thrusting and then grunted as he hilted himself up the asshole and pumped his load up him while I leaned over to french kiss him. He didnt need to thrust much the way we cut men did since his intact dick was much more sensitive than ours. I knew he was in nirvana as he pumped his load in, adding it to Tom's and mine. Tom also kissed him passionately. Harry then pulled his spent love-muscle out of the asshole who then did his duty sucking it clean and drinking the man's piss. Tim performed flawlessly. Once Tim finished kissing Harry's drained cock and balls he asked to be excused. Harry zipped up his pants and we three men left the restroom while Tim shit out some of our cum so it wouldnt leak out into his pants on our way back to the plant. "Does he rim or lick feet?" Harry asked. "He most likely rims but I dont know if he does feet. We have another couple of holes who love to suck and lick our sweaty feet" I replied. It turned out that both Harry and Tom enjoyed getting their sweaty feet licked and sucked as well as getting their sweaty asses rimmed. We men hugged and french kissed as Tim came out of the john. We hustled back to the plant with just seconds to reach the time clock and punch back in. I asked Tim if he wanted to rim Harry or Tom or orally service their feet. He said he rimmed but didnt like it, especially when an older chubby farted in his mouth. He gave a dirty look when I repeated about the foot service. Fortunately Patrick the thirty year old closet versatile bi liked to rim and orally service feet and Mikey the twenty-two year old long bleached hair twink loved feet as well.

I had had the bug for a few months no thanks to some asshole I'd fucked at an orgy. I had fucked two asses and was blown by two cocksuckers at random that night and finished off by fucking another asshole for my fifth hole. The wear and tear on my dick from the first four holes had provided an easy entrance for then HIV from the last hole that turned out not only poz himself but some of the loads already up it were poz. I had the flu a couple of weeks later and saw my doctor at the mens clinic who confirmed I had been pozzed. Fortunately the antivirals were holding it at bay and I had access to them. I had always been a virile horny man who had scored at least twenty-five to thirty new conquests a year, mostly males but had fucked some women. Men were better lays as well as the advantage that thay dont get pregnant and that they liked giving head and getting fucked with no strings attached. I had curtailed my sex after my diagnosis, sticking to sticking it into poz bottoms and versatiles as well as letting an occasional neg cocksucker blow me. Even then I considered the chances of spreading my bug orally like the times I had let less friendly but still horny guys suck my cock or when I fucked them when I had the clap and they ended up getting it in their mouths or asses and being embarassed at it and having to go to the V.D.clinic, or worse their own doctors and try to make up a story about how they caught it without admitting they sucked a cock or willingly let men fuck them. Two 'holes that I knocked up with V.D. got into all kinds of trouble, one ended up in a nasty divorce, the other facing a homophobic boss once word of his disease spread. I called this a double-fucking becuse I not only literally fucked them or let them suck my infected dick, and pumped my infected sperms into their holes but they got their lives fucked up as well. Hearing about the second fucking turned me on and I'd usually go out to bust a nut in another conquest or go and masturbate(by then I'd have run my course of the antibiotics from the V.D. clinic). On of my fave sadistic pleasures was the ease of busting an anal cherry and pumping my gonorrhea or syph-laden load up his ass and introducing him to the "pleasure" of feeling pain from his first fucking and then the misery of the drips coming out of his asshole, wondering what happenned or regretting letting someone fuck him, not to mention the misery of having to use something to absorb the clappy drips coming out of his ass until he could get it taken care of or finding out the hard way he had the syph. The circumcision-mongers have been touting circumcision as a way to slow the spread of AIDS since the end of the 20th. century but in reality our glans, lacking the nurtuting protection of a foreskin, gets dried and tougher, making it easier for us to pound ass and tear things up inside the asshole without harming our glans. Also, because we lost some of our sensitive parts in the procedure we have to fuck harder and longer which means more wear and tear on the assholes we fuck which opens up their anal walls more for whatever germs and viruses we pump into them to enter their bloodstreams and systems. I had met one obnoxious kid when I was a teenager and avoided him because he was such an asshole. However, a decade and a half later we ran into each other in of all places someone's birthday party. The good thing was that he didnt recognize me, with my beard and glasses and that I'd quit biting my nails because I no longer needed to jack off all the time. The great thing was that he was looking for someone to break his anal cherry. We got to talking and I hoped he wouldnt remember me because I wanted to fuck him badly. My dick stirred in my pants at the thought of filling him with the virus and fucking up his life. He asked me about my size and was glad I packed a relatively small five inches. We ended up making a date. I didnt get my hopes up since many plans often fell through but the thought of fucking him in more ways than one turned me on so much that I had to wear my looser jeans to hide my hardon at work and in public. It was like the week before my eighteenth birthday a decade before when my uncle said he'd take me to a whorehouse and buy me a whore to pump my then neg. seed into. The "date" had been delayed a couple of times so I lost hope but almost a month later we went and I fucked. We met at a cheap hourly motel where he paid for the room. I didnt want him to know where I lived and he was married so we couldnt gay at his place. "First off I want you to take a good shit and empty your hole so it'll be easier on you." I told him. Fortunately he needed to take a shit.The real reason was to give him less chance of shitting out my cum as well as to reduce the shit he'd leave on my dick when I finished fucking him. That in turn would also mean he'd be more inclined to suck my dick clean when I told him to after I finishied fucking him. Once in the room we started off with a hug and french kissing, then we stripped. He was slender with a swimmer's build while I was just as fat as when we were kids and teenagers. He then knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth. His mouth wasnt virgin judging from how he sucked it and got it hard although he wasnt as good as most cocksuckers who've sucked me off. I got hard in his mouth and he gave it a good sucking, swallowing precum. I then pulled out of his mouth and told him I'd start breaking-in his ass. "Remember, it's gonna hurt the first few times you get fucked but after about a dozen times you'll love it and want it." I told him. He seemed to understand and was good enough to not ask me about how my ass felt. I had tried bottoming, both oral and anal, just to see what the cocksuckers and assholes we Tops fucked got out of it, and hated it. I about vomited as soon as the man's cock entered my mouth and I flung the buttfucker off my back before he finished getting his glans in my sphincters. I knew that I enjoyed inflicting the pain to assholes when I used them for cunts as well as enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt. The environment I grew up in considered a man who fucked ass and mouth as superior to one who merely fucked vaginas but someone who sucked cock or let his ass get fucked was considered less than a man, considered as somewhere between a man and a woman and many were treated and considered as women. That was another reason I never cared to be versatile. I was always proud to be a Top. I had him lay on his stomach with a pillow under his pelvis and spread his legs while I greased up my gun which was pulsing in anticipation of shooting deadly bullets of poz into him when I would pump my infected cum up his ass. I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my glans to his sphincter and let my weight drive it in as he jerked and flinched and then screamed as I forced my way in. He tried to buck and beg me to pull out. I had him under me with my weight and grip holding him in position to keep him from dislodging my dick. "Please pull it out! It hurts like hell!" he cried. I replied with a thrust to force it further in and his scream intensified. I was feeling too good to waste this opportunity. I intended to get my rocks off in him and infect him with my deadly sperms. I rode him like a bucking bronco. He was quite strong with adrenelin but I was still bigger, heavier and stronger as well as more masculine and fought to keep my dick up his ass and begin thrusting. "Hold still you bitch!" I snarled but he was enraged so I had to keep fighting for my rightful piece of him. He had consented to let me fuck him so I was within my rights, at least as far as the law was concerend back then. I got my dick further in and pinned him like pinning an insect to a board in a biology class. As a matter of fact one guy in a biology class in college compared pinning a live insect to a board to pinning someone to the bed with his dick and that his dick would start to get hard when he pinned an insect. My dick was staying hard as I kept it hilted waiting for him to settle down which he did after a while. His writhings and struggles helped my dick wiggle around inside his ass to tear his rectum walls. I then began to slowly rock my pelvis, moving my dick back and forth in his ass as he flinched and whined with each movement of my dick in his sore hole. I felt like a stallion conquering a new filly to turn her into a mare. I gradually increased my thrusts in speed and stroke as my powerful dick split his anal walls more, clearing a path for my sperms to deliver their deadly load into his bloodstream and system. I knew that even with my smallish five-incher it felt to virgins like I had a ten-inch of proportionate girth splitting his ass. This was one reason I enjoyed fucking virgins not to mention the nice snug tightness many of us circumcised men enjoy. The punk seemed to peter-out, his strength exhausted but I retained my iron grip on his upper arms, my thick nails digging into his skin, as I sawed away in him. It felt better without his violent squirming in his vain attempt to dislodge my dick and escape his obligation to me. I figured his asshole was broken-in enough for my cum to pass its death-load into him so I began drilling hs ass, piston-thrusting in him as he felt the increase of pain from my faster thrusts. My pelvis was taking off pile-driving my small but mighty love-muscle in him, feeling so very good while he suffered in the pain I was enjoying putting to him. I was conquering not just another asshole but additionally conquering him in a new way as well filling him with a buttload of pain and getting ready to fill him with my life-changing jizzum. My dick was feeling better, in seventh heaven, as I put him through hell. It was a perfect balance of a man getting sexual pleasure by putting pain and misery to a crummy punk as well as who's the man and who's the 'woman' in this relationship. He got used to the pain, seemingly numbed, as I enjoyed thrusting in his sore asshole. I was working up a good sweat, breathing hard. My glasses started slipping but I didnt dare take a hand off him lest he decide to take advantage of the situation. I flipped my head just a bit to jerk them back in place and pumped my eyebrows a little to help settle them, all without missing a stroke. I felt myself getting closer to my inevitable climax and began pounding his ass. He renewed his whining and begging me to stop or at least take it easy. He also struggled anew but his attempts were feeble compared to what tey were when we started out. "Fuck you!" I replied as I increased my stroke. He seemed defeated as I took my pleasure making my dick feel good in his thrashed hole. I then got that urge that comes just before ejaculation and let my hips take over, jack-hammering him into the bed as my pelvis slapped his ass with each thrust as I pounded my way to victory. I then felt it cumming and then my spunk began to flow as my hard turned-on dick commenced pumping my deadly poisoned jizz into his hole. The feeling of that orgasm was incredible. My dick felt as good as it ever did as I injected my dirty deadly poz cum into the asshole, the pulses of pleasure from my ejaculating gun that filled me with joy and pride as I filled him with my horrible diseased spunk. I tried to remember my previous oegasms that compared but ended up considering this orgasm to be the best feeling most intense joyful ejaculation I'd had to that point. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I spurted ropes of HIV-laden cum into him, grinning and thinking of how my poison seed would keep fucking him up for years, maybe decades, to come, courtesy of my powerful weapon. One asshole had ridiculed my "small-calibre pistol" but now that I carried the virus my love-gun was just as powerful and deadly as a big-bore magnum. Having the power in my pants to dispatch assholes on my shit-list while enjoying the pleasure of the male orgasm with a few penis-pleasing ass-pounding thrusts made me feel really good. I rested a moment and then pulled part-way out and slammed my dick home half a dozen times pumping more pain and disease into his fissured hole, then lay on and in him enjoying the pleasant afterfuck, my penis inside him as my sperms swam around in his twat carrying their evil load into his system via the tears and breaches in his ravaged rectum. "When are you going to pull out?" he asked beggingly. "When I catch my breath and my dick softens." I replied as I thrust some more. He seemed to be sobbing as I lay on his back. I didnt rally care. To me he was just another asshole to stick my dick into, punish and pump my seed in although he was also an asshole I felt needed punishing with my lance and the poison death I shot into him with it. Even a couple of minutes later I was stilll feeling great , having conquered that asshole and had fun administering the ultimate punishment by injecting my dirty virus into him via that ultimate pleasure that's the male orgasm. I thought of how he'd feel when the flu hit him and he'd feel like he had been beat up in a downtown alley and how he'd feel and look several years later as my slow-death bullets from my trusty gun did their work rotting him out from inside. I also felt sad that I'd be constantly taking numerous drugs and medicines needed to keep me a step ahead of the advancing disease to prolong my life and keep me from dying the horrible death. I then fantasized with glee this asshole I'd just fucked and fucked-up likely skipping doses of his drugs, as he had sloughed off his responsibilities when we grew up. I also thought of his wife who had cut me off in a parking lot and then flipped me off getting it from him. That would be my most enjoyable way I'd fuck a woman, by the 'hole I fucked passing my seed to the bitch. It would also likely make them decide not to breed which would be nice beause it would spare the world of their spawn. My spent dick was finally softening a bit. I yanked out before it softened too much so I could also make it hurt him more as well as leave him feeling empty and thinking it felt better with it still in his ravaged hole.I asked him to suck it clean of the cum, lube and traces of shit and blood he'd left on it but as I'd expected he rudely told me to go to hell and spat on my crotch. He tumbled to the floor like a rag doll as my fist swung and hit a home run. "You fuckin' ungreatful bitch. I spent my time and money on you, made love to your shitty ass and you cant even be respectful enough to clean your filthy shit off my love muscle? Fuck you!" I snarled and spat on his face. I picked up his shirt as he got up to try to retaliate but I slugged him again, sending him across te bed onto the floor on the other side, and quickly wiped my dick clean with his shirt before throwing it in his face. He started picking himself up off the floor as I began getting dressed. I hurridly put my shorts on, pulled my trousers on, put on my T-shirt and picked up my shoes with my socks in them and headed out after having to elbow him away from me again. I dropped the room key off, telling the man the room should be vacant in a few minutes, then walked a couple of blocks to a bus stop. I hopped the bus home and took a good shower, mainly to wash the asshole's shit off of my dick. I soaped up my crotch good and lovingly fondled my love-gun and coddled my balls in thanks for how well they performed and made me feel when I fucked that asshole. I made sure all traces of his crap ended up down the drain. After my shower I felt good. I had done three things with one fuck: I had not only taken my piece of his ass him but I had taken his anal cherry and given him the gift. I didnt see the punk for over a month. When I did he saw me and gave me a dirty look. I could tell he was recovering from the initial flu like symptoms so I masturbated when I got home, knowing I had done my job. I fucked poz bottoms and versatiles for a couple of years before meating another neg asshole.I never found out for sure whether or not he had passed it to his wife, as she had filed for divorce a few months later and moved out of town.

I like the feeling of a nice tight hole snug around my dick as well as the satisfaction that I'm proving the fact I'm more a man than average and the bottom gave up some of his masculinity to please me and my dick, show me respect and that really great feeling of ejaculating in him.

For me it needs to last long enough for me to get my rocks off. Had I not been circumcised I would be able to cum in a decent amount of time instead of having to fuck longer and harder to bust my nut.

The masculine yank fucks a queen's ass. The masculine Brit buggers a poof's bum/arse.

When I grew up sex was about the Top subjugating/dominating the bottom whether just exposing the bottom as less of a man for taking a dick in him while building up the rep of a Top who's man enough to fuck a dude or pumping pain as well as humiliation into a bottom's ass. I have heard of men get a boner when the mountain man stud fucked that fat asshole in Deliverance. When I had my first piece of a man which was at the age of eighteen I shoved it right up his ass. He was loose from getting fucked for three decades, starting a week after he turned eighteen but he told me that it was normally painful to the asshole when a man shoved his dick right in, especially in a virgin or someone who didnt get fucked often. That said, I usually had better feeling orgasms when my dick and thrusts caused pain to the assholes I fucked although a couple tried to fight me off but I was able to hold on and nut in all but one of them. Made me feel even more like the stud man I was in my heyday. My only exception to the enjoyment of putting pain to assholes was someone they called "Iron-Ass Mama's-Boy" who was a smallish fat forty-two-year-old cub type who loved pain in the ass so much that lube was a dirty word. He loved men to "hit that spot" and fill his hole with pain. I wore my dick raw. Pumping pain up an ass feels good for the Top as long as it doesnt harm the Top or his dick.