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I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.
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Hampton Inn Clarion 7/22 and Hyatt South Side Pgh 7/23 to 7/26. Looking for raw fun. No PNP, and very open otherwise. Let's breed!
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Intro The best stories are the ones we secretly know are true, and man have I got some truth for you. Often we just talk about how we got pozzed or how we knocked up someone else, but how often do you see the chain reaction? The ones who came before. The ones who came after. So let me show you what most don't see. You're probably wondering who I am, how old I am, what race I am, what I look like, but I won't bore you with the details...I could be anyone and when you hear my story you can imagine it as anyone or even yourself because if you go raw...it probably will be you soon if it hasn't been already. How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part I I was horny. Typical, right? Yet, horny for something particularly special. I like all races honestly, as long as they have a sexy look to them, but some completely make me melt. Middle-Eastern guys were a rare thing to come across for me and when I saw a mailing from two that were both hung tops from a craigslist ad I had placed, I couldn't resist. DL, hairy chested, almost latino in skin-tone, one 33 and the other 41 but they were neighbors and were going to play separately. I didn't care to ask questions about the unconventional dynamic, I just wanted the best part about their stats to be in front of me and then in me...their 8,5 and 9.5 inch cocks. I was ready in no time and out on the road...it was an hour drive, but I had a feeling it'd be worth it. When I arrived at the first guy's place, I felt the all too familiar nervous excitement heighten my senses and cause my hole to ache hungrily to be satisfied. I'd brought poppers and gun oil for lube. He had told me the door would be open and to wear no undies. I turned the knob to the one-story home and sure enough it was open. It was minimally decorated but the quality of the items was evident. The bedroom I could see from where I stood and I could also see the naked form that occupied it stroking an already hardened cock. Resisting every urge to just run over to cram that meat into my mouth I instead sauntered over sexily, stripping as I went making a show of my every curve, muscle, and sexy asset I felt a horned top would appreciate seeing. As my track shorts dropped to the hardwood floor and my shirt was carelessly discarded it was nothing to kick my tennis shoes off and crawl submissively onto that king sized bed to that thick veined 8.5 incher and start going down on it. I locked eyes on my soon-to-be-top and seductively went down as far as I could on his fat dick before my throat began to protest. I quickly repeated that a few more times before focusing on the conquest in my mouth completely and looking down towards his crotch and deep throated it fully. His hands flew up to my head and held me down to bury my face into his pubes. The scent of a sexy man is an intoxicating thing and I could not help but inhale it deeply. His hands roamed down my back and I could tell he craved my ass already. With a tug at my hair that had just started growing out lately, he pulled me off his cock and maneuvered around me on the bed swiftly to position himself behind me as he kept firm hold of my hair and kept me on my knees. His free hand went to grab the gun oil I had let roll to the side when I initially crawled onto the bed and he wasted no time opening it and applying generous amounts onto my hole and then his swollen manhood. "When I fuck that hole you take all this, I don't care how much it hurts you better get every inch in that tight thing," he ordered and with that he began to push his uncut cock into my hole. "No condom?" I asked, trying to resist and pull forward just a little so he didn't go in fully, but his free hand now pushed down on the arch of my back as he was pulling my hair to lower me down onto the thick thing. His cock head already half way inside. "You said you were neg, right?" He said, and without stopping popped into my protesting ass and began to slide in inch by inch with ease. I hit the poppers despite myself because I could tell he wasn't going to stop and I confess...I did not want to stop him much either. Hung cocks I often prefered raw when I felt more or less safe that they were not poz or had something else. "Yeah, but I..." my words were lost in a sudden gasp of pleasure as the poppers kicked in most wonderfully and opened me invitingly for his filling cock. He plunged the rest of his dick into me and fucked at full on ball slapping speed right from the start. I hit the poppers desperately again moaning and arching my back subserviently to him, just allowing him to take my hole again and again with every thrusting. "Oh Fuuuuuck!" I whispered contently as it hit places in my hole I hadn't felt opened in such a long time. His dick was one of those rigidly straight sorts that you can feel how badly it wants to make it to the deepest and most center part of your ass to plant a seed as quickly as possible. I was just going to be a cumdump for him and it turned me on even more. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! His cock, hips, and balls were crashing against me and into me with total animalistic fervor and intent. Then I heard the grunt. He drove it once more balls deep and held me down his cock lurched and throbbed inside powerfully and spewed surprisingly hot thick spurts of cum into me. I felt each and every of the six streams of jizz hit the back of my ass and fill it easily. He held me there only a few seconds longer as he squeezed the base of his cock and then began to pull out to milk the last bit of cum into my used up hole. "Sorry I came so quick, I've really been needing to fuck since I don't jerk off to cum," he said sounding rather pleased with himself. "It's no problem," I replied with a small smile, not wanting to say I didn't agree to be bred and wasn't warned at any rate. "Well, don't leave. Turn around to face the door, lay on your stomach, and spread those legs," He commanded me with a mischievous grin. My heart quickened in excitement as my newly ignited craving for his magnificent tool took over my thinking -- meaning I didn't think at all and was the obedient little fuck hole he oh so desired. I arched my back and waited patiently, not even wiggling my ass unless commanded or if he grabbed or slapped it for his visual pleasure. It was maybe three minutes before he was near full on hard and got up to swiftly dive into my already cum-filled ass. "Fuck this bitch is full," he chuckled, "You're going to be gushing everywhere when my bud gets you and he'll love that." Damn, that's right...as good, kinky, and especially as risky as this was...it was still just the beginning of my "fuck date." And if he had just expected to fuck and fill and use me I had a feeling his even more hung buddy would be anticipating much the same. What had I gotten myself into?
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I'm not even sure if this link will even show up. But thought a few of you might like to see this, about 20 minutes long. Any thoughts?
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I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.
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Hi guys, I'll be visiting INDY for one night on the 12th of June. If you are interested in seeing a raw and tight hole in my hotel room, you'll be ~ <42y/o, hung (8"+), poz, hwp and attractive. Hit me up if you're interested!
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Hi guys, I'll be visiting the PHX metro area for one night on the 10th of June. If you are interested in seeing a raw and tight hole in my hotel room, you'll be ~ <42y/o, hung (8"+), poz, hwp and attractive. Hit me up if you're interested!
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This was posted to the old Bugshare .. and I have seen re-written (and improved) versions floating around. *********************** Seth A rainy-day carpenter who contacted me wanting to get together for mutual j/o or 69. I’m not in to taking down the club kidz, I leave those for the other Breeders. Mall rats, skater punks, Goths, no interest. I’m after big game. The Blue-Collar bi-guys who know if they’re out fucking around on their Old Lady, it shouldn’t be with another guy. Seth contacted me over the net, asked if I was clean, assured him I was, and he said the same about himself. I wasn’t really interested until Seth said he was a carpenter, that his roommate didn’t know he was bi-. And that he’s only bottomed once, and it hurt like hell. And a dude honest enough to admit that was ripe for breeding. Sounded like the perfect type to knock up. Seth came over in half an hour. Seth had changed his clothes and splashed water, but I could still smell that impossible to mistake working man’s funk from the day before. He was as advertised: Forty-four, shoulder-length black hair tinged with gray, average height and build. Not very hairy, three tattoos. Clean off-brand jeans, new t-black t-shirt with an ugly design. Just a regular Joe who wanted a blow ’n go, Heh. I went down on him. Not much crotch hair, average length cock, that great male taste. Then, Seth pushed me up and it was his turn to “Slob on Bob.” Things would have been OK, but I saw his butt sticking out. I hadn’t had any in awhile, and suddenly all I wanted was to bug this neg hole. We changed positions and Seth was laying on his back while I sucked, and then I did that dive for the hole routine that always sends bi-guys flying. Nice clean hole, with some funk, and musk. The taste of a mature man, one about to be struck down in his prime. I licked, lapped, sucked, having absolutely no shame at this point, just wanting to make us both happy. Seth flipped over and got into the doggy style position so I could get in deeper with my tongue. Which I did. But I heard Seth sigh deeply just about the time I reached down under the couch for the lube. I buy the cheap kind with none of the anti-virals (whose will kill the virus!). Seth flinched and was tight going in. Not one of those break your cock asses that’s impossible to crack open, just you could tell he really wasn’t used to being fucked up the shit chute. Seth didn’t say anything except once to ask for more lube, and later on to say he couldn’t take much more. Just laid there and took the fuck like a man, totally cool. I usually don’t like looking at their face. Like keeping guys just cum holes to dump in. But, Seth I turned over so I could see his clueless eyes while I POZZed his ass. I wanted to see his face when the DethSperm charged his guts. His eyes were so clear and trusting. I could see Seth wincing, but really wanting to take the load. Then just as I was pumping my bugs into him, this beautiful innocent man was being POZZed, direct transmission, I noticed a tattoo on his chest I hadn’t seen clearly before. The inked bannered teddy bear summed Seth’s future: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”
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This story is an oldy but goody from the old bugshare site. ................. I visited my old college roommate and his wife. We’d always been close. I had gone to their wedding. They gave birth to their Son the same year we graduated—named the Kid after me. We've stayed in touch over the years. The Kid grew into a strapping young man, a fine looking youth, 5’10”, 160, ever so slightly effeminate. Great tan—but that was to be expected—they lived in Tucson. To resolve your prurient interests—NO, I DID NOT FUCK HIM IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS—it got better than that. I ran into the Kid at the Gay bar I frequent when I’m in town. To say that we were surprised to see each other was an understatement. I looked away—giving him the option to flee undetected; but, instead, he came over to talk to his “Uncle”. “Surprised to see you here, Uncle Ken.” “The feeling is mutual, Joey.” “Come here often?” "Almost daily since I turned 21. Does my Dad know you're Gay?" "Ever since College. How about you?" “Both Mom and Dad know.” What I never told anyone was my Status. That was for me to know and the World to find out. “Did you guys ever Play?" "A little, but I liked your Mom, so I let him date her; and look what happened….” I stared down at his crotch.” He blushed. “Joey, are you Bi or Gay?” "Gay. Actually I prefer older guys like yourself. I don't go for the college crowd or married dudes.” I got to thinking how hot it would be to Fuck my Namesake, the Son of my Old College Buddy. Serve him right for marrying that stupid Bitch. POZ HIM, if I really got lucky. Joey finished his drink, swirling his glass so the ice cubes collided and tinkled. My move. "Like to stop over my hotel?" "Why not?” "AIDS was why not. Though I wasn’t about to admit it. No sooner did we get in the door, than he stripped off his clothes. I did the same. We scooted onto the bed and kissed and embraced. He had a lovely tight ass that begged to be fucked. And I was just the guy to accommodate him. He went down on my dick, sucking and swallowing. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy it. When he came up for a kiss, I couldn't help wonder if he’d ever think of me as just “Uncle” again. And me? What was I thinking? Dammed if I wasn’t determined to give him the Death Fuck. It’d be so hot—screwing this little Faggot I’d known since Diapers. He kissed me, working my nips. I gave him the Judas kiss. He was already rock hard, no doubt fantasizing about my Death Stick. He lavished spit on my shaft, mouthing my balls, tonguing my hole, till I couldn’t take anymore. "I wanna suck you, Joey.” "I’d rather get fucked, Uncle Ken. I've only been screwed by young kids and strangers. Now I wanna get fucked by my own flesh and blood.” Though I wasn’t related, he’d cum regard me as Family, and was begging for it. That absolved me of guilt for what might be forthcuming. I’d been seduced. So I gave him the cushiest Rimming of his whole Fuckin’ Life. It drove him Bananas. He was so up for his Daddy-Fuck, that he moaned and begged me to Screw him. So I lifted his legs and plunged in. It was CRAZY—WONDERFUL—ECSTATIC—POZZING THE SON OF MY EX-LOVER—infecting his AssCunt, his Blood, with my Venomous Precum, contaminating his Gonads with Death and Disease. I fucked him without mercy. The little Shit didn't even ask about Condoms. He just let me Fuck him, with nary a whimper! His younger boy lovers must have thrown him off guard. Maybe he was even a Chaser! I didn't go there. I pounded away for 10 minutes and asked him how he was doing, though I could tell from his moans and the way I assaulted his Prostrate, he was doing just fine. "Shoot your Load in me, Uncle Ken. Make me your Slut!" “My pleasure, Joey.” I was getting hornier by the second. Had not the little Fucker begged me to do him? Was it not my obligation and duty to screw up his Puny Existence? Suddenly I was back in College where I’d given four of my cohorts the Syph. None of them figured out it was me. I smiled as I watched them traipse back from the Clinic, humiliated, declining my solicitations for sex. I'd done that for the Hell of It—like I was doing it now. Only Syph wasn’t fatal. This would be, I vowed. About that time I exploded in his gut with what must have been my Biggest Load ever. I could tell from his Tightness that he hadn’t Fucked much—which improved my chances of Bruising him up—which enhanced the odds for Infection—which caused me to spasm long after I’d shot. Besides, he’d been violently bucking back on my Shaft, which could only help matters. And when I exploded, he spewed his own fucking Load all over our stomachs and chests. "Sorry I couldn't hold back, Uncle Ken." "That's all right, Joey,” I gasped, as I lapped up what I could and sucked the rest off my fingers. The last Neg load of this poor Motherfucker was important to my Bug-ravaged psyche. I made no effort to pull out, and let my diseased cum incubate in the dark, fertile warmth of his AssCunt. He, likewise, made no attempt to withdraw. He just kept his Ass plastered back on my Cock, clenching his Sphincter, milking every last venomous drop from my Shaft. "Can you cum again?" "Want me to?" "Yeah. I love being fucked—by my Uncle.” I hadn't lost the Erection that had seeded him—the most significant Fuck of his Life. He rocked back and forth on my Dick. It wasn't long till I spasmed again; and spewed forth a second, less generous, but equally toxic Load. He was working his own Shaft by then, beating it hard, his breath cumming in gasps, so I slipped my lips over his piss-slit as his Cream gushed down my throat. After a lingering, passionate kiss, a thick rope of Cum tethered his lips to mine. Joey was full of surprises. "You’re POZ, aren’t you, Uncle Ken?" "How’d you know?” "Just a guess, really. You’re older; been Fuckin’ longer than me; had plenty of time to get POZZED. Did you give me the Bug?" "You know it. Whether I’ve POZZED you or not is a different story, but I've bred others on the First Fuck." "I'm not exactly a Chaser. But I'm glad it was you. I like keeping the Shit in the Family." There again was a reference to that flesh-and-blood stuff. Even I might begin to believe it. After all, they say POZZED BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. "If you take good care of yourself, you’ll last 20 years. You’ll cycle through Meds, until they all stop working. You’ll lose weight, grow weak, get hospitalized; and that’s it. Then all you can do is rely on the others you’ve POZZED to carry on the Tradition. That’s why GIFTING is so important.“ "Mom and Dad will assume it was one of my ANONYMOUS TRICKS. But I don’t look at it your way. I figure, in 20 years, there’ll be a CURE. I got no worries.” "Yeah, maybe so," I affirmed, not terribly convinced. The Kid struck me as one who might never take Meds, in which case he didn’t have 20 years. Meanwhile, I was like floating on Cloud Nine—I’D JUST BUGGED MY EX-LOVER’S OFFSPRING. Served him right for fuckin’ that Bitch. I wondered how many of my other ex’s had Scions that needed attention. I was hard again by the time he walked out the door. We had lunch the next afternoon, and I sat adjacent to Joey who tried to play Footsy under the table. On the way out, he whispered he’d stop by that evening. The rest of the day I basked in the glow of AIDS FUCKS—PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. I had a Client to prepare for, but let it slide, alternately dozing and watching TV, till there came a knock at the door. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/help-my-bareback-blog-get-noticed-click.html
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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 was hitting the gym to keep in shape since spending most of my time at a desk wasn't much in the way of exercise. I looked good, especially being in my thirties. I was a good six-two and a half and about 190 with what little fat I had being in the right places. My light blue eyes with gold rimmed glasses and dark hair added to my appeal, but what was most appealing was my nearly 8" of meat. I was scoring good. Being single after dumping a crappy marriage gave me the opportunities most guys at the gym and and where I worked seldom had, my dick being popular. But then things changed in about '82. Many were getting afraid to cheat on their wives or lovers because of the AIDS spreading all over. I noticed it myself in the form of less available pieces of ass willing to spread their buns and lips for me. It turned out that I got pozzed by some bisexual who had patronized street-corner prostitutes. I was fucking him up his ass once a week as well as getting sucked off by him. He had mentioned having a bad flu which explained his absence from the gym for about a month. Not only that but the little fairy office boy where I worked had also had a similar sickness. I was shagging the fairy's ass and mouth on breaks and didn't think much about his affliction when I resumed fucking him after his return to work. I had that flu after a couple of times fucking the guy at the gym. I thought it was just something going around but then I had another bout, not as bad, but I went to my doctor who ran a test. He called me with the grim news. That asshole or the poof at work had given me his HIV via my dick unless it was one of the other 'holes I fucked. The HIV-fighting drugs that were being used were crude, full of side effects and expensive just as they are now nearly a quarter of a century later. I was nevertheless fortunate my medical plan covered them, as they had broken free of the experimental stage. Many men werent as lucky as me in that regard. One of those was a guy I met while sulking on a park bench by the bus stop waiting for the express bus home. He was in his twenties and looked like most guys his age just as I looked like many guys my age. He cruised me and we seemed to hit it off. Of course I was on my guard as always when meeting new conquests, especially with this time because I recognized him as a pick-pocket someone had pointed out the year before. We shot the shit for awhile until my bus came and we said we'd see each other the next afternoon. He was there the next afternoon and after a few minutes he began talking about sex. I was wondering if he was or not gay or bi but after another few minutes he talked about blowjobs. "I always liked getting sucked off" I said. He then asked me if I ever let a man suck my cock. I asked him the same. He said he liked it but liked being on the other end even better and that he swallowed. "You fuck ass?" he then asked. "Sure do. Love a nice tight hole around my love-muscle." I replied. He then asked me how big my dick was and almost jumped for joy when I told him. "I'd love to swing on your love muscle!" he gushed. He gave his name as 'Robin', as in Batman's prag as he put it. I told him mine. "Pleased to meet you Terry." he replied as we shook hands. We ended up making a date. He said we needed to use rubbers since he wanted to stay negative. I had used rubbers a few times before, mostly when fucking women before I discovered the superiority of gay sex. Before my first gay sex I had always fantasized proving my manliness by fucking another man, proving I'm more a man than the one I fucked. My first piece of a man was right after getting married when a guy cruised me in a rest stop mensroom. Cumming in him was better than any orgasm I'd had in a broad. After my divorce I was free to prove myself more often. I went to the drug store and bought some condoms. One of the women I'd fucked said a certain brand seemed rougher in her twat and asked me not to use that brand again because it wore out her vagina. I bought that brand. I went to Robin's place from the park and ride lot. He welcomed me with open arms, hugging me as soon as the door was closed behind us and then he got us a couple of beers from his fridge. Two minutes later we were swilling beer and then stripping. His lithe body which was a decade younger than mine looked great. I thought of how he'd look a few years later after my poisoned spunk infected and ravaged him. My dick seemed to jump at the thought. I let him suck my cock which felt good. His mouth was a good cunt so I let him suck me to orgasm and swallow my cum. He then asked me if I liked getting rimmed. I told him I did. He got out his rimchair. Soon I was on the seat of honor reading a dirty magazine while his tongue and mouth worked wonders on and in my hole. It was easy to tell he was enjoying rimming me as much as I enjoyed getting rimmed. He kissed, sucked, licked and orally caressed my ass. He hummed in delight while also caressing my thighs and reaching up to feel my hardening dick. Over half an hour later I was ready to give him my second load, but this one was going to go up his ass. I had him suck on my dick before he lay on his stomach on his bed. He watched me open my condom and put it on my dick. I then had him suck my sheathed dick which felt unique. What he didn't see was the petroleum jelly I used for lube, knowing how it degrades the latex. I then mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved it up his ass. He winced and whined but I was able to hilt myself in a couple of thrusts which seemed to tear his insides a little. I liked the snug feeling of his love-tunnel around my dick, how good it felt for me as his hole seemed to contract and twitch a little around it. I also thought of how great I'd feel when I gave him the gift. I let him get used to it for a few moments before I began fucking him. I took it a bit slow at first in order to let the grease begin its job of weakening the condom as well as give myself more time to abrade his rectum. He was in pain but my dick felt really good. He said my dick was the biggest yet he'd taken but he liked a big studly man using his hole. After a while I began twisting my hips a little as I fucked him in order to tear his rectum and sphincters a little more. I gradually increased my tempo as he got used to it. I knew he was feeling a little pain and wanted to keep the pain level up which I accomplished with increasingly harsher thrusts. I fucked him faster and harder, waiting for the condom to fail. It took a while. Being cut my dick wasnt as sensitive as an intact dick so it did its job as I wore his hole out. He seemed to feel more discomfort as the fuck wore on. My dick was rock hard, turned on by its forthcoming mission. I fucked him harder and faster with occassional snaps of my hips to slam it home as well as varying my stroke and tempo to keep him off balance to prevent him from getting used to a rythym which would make it easier for him to take the fucking. I finally felt the condom give way and began pounding him, holding him in position as he began to struggle and whine at me to take it easy. "Fuck you!" I growled, punctuating each word with a snap of my hips which brought tears to his eyes and joy to my meat as I pounded his ass good. My dick was feeling really good as I ramped up my tempo and stroke. My cum was boiling up in my groin as I dug my nails into his upper arms to help keep him under me. I raised up my upper torso, my arms straight while holding his, and pumped faster, piston-thrusting in him, feeling my excitement build as I anticipated pozzing him. I reached my pre-climax and jack-hammered him into the bed, then I rammed a couple of more full-stroke thrusts in him, stiffened and hilted myself as my dick exploded in that utmost excellent feeling of male orgasm as my love-gun shot half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of my deadly HIV-laden cum up his ass. I thrust again, slamming it home numerous times to further abrade his rectum and pump more 'gift' into him. My great feeling orgasm enveloped me as I filled him with my toxic love-poison and changed him forever. I corkscrewed my hips a few times as he cried and begged me to pull out. I remained on and in him enjoying a fantastic-feeling afterfuck enhanced by my knowlege that I did the equivelant of shooting him. I wasn't about to withdraw right after cumming. I'd be damned if I'd be rudely insulted by an asshole running to the john to shit out my cum like some assholes have done in the past. I wanted my cum to remain in him so my gift had a better chance to enter his system, so I lay on his back feeling his tenseness under me. A friend of mine had compared pozzing someone to the thrill when he shot his first V.C. soldier in Viet Nam. The difference was that Robin the asshole I fucked would die a slow miserable death thanks to me (or whomever else would have pozzed him had I not scored him) unlike the enemy soldier who died a quick miserable death in minutes while my friend's dick hardened in his pants. I flexed my still half hard dick in him as he sobbed under me. I slackened my grip on his upper arms and raised up my upper torso again to thrust some more. I thought of how my death-carrying sperms were swimming around in his sore hole, my penis forcing them into the walls of his rectum, my deadly virus penetrating his worn tunnel into his bloodstream to breed and multiply like an overpopulated city to spread through his system and eat him alive from inside. I finally pulled my spent dick out of his ass. It had blood on it so I knew my mission was accomplished. I grinned as he got up. "Suck this clean." I told him as he got up. He looked like he had lost half his brains and I had to repeat myself and reach for his head. He tried to pull back but I grabbed his ear and pulled his head to my crotch as he cursed. "Fuckin' bitch suck your damn shit off my dick!" I ordered him as I grabbed his other ear. I pulled him to position, warning him not to bite it. I rocked my thumbtips to push my thumbnails into the skin of his ears which forced him to open his mouth and accept my dick and his obligation to clean up after himself. He did a good job of sucking my dick clean and making it feel good the way he had when he first sucked me off. I felt like a conquerer as I further subjugated him. "Suck hard while I pull it out of your mouth. Remember to keep yer teeth off it." I ordered him. He obeyed and I pulled back until my dick left his lips with a kissing sound. I released him and began getting dressed. Even though I had given him a break by not making him drink my warm beer on tap he didn't seem to like having been fucked and used and asked me where my condom was. "I don't know, it might be up your ass." I said, not caring. He could shit it out later. I left him sitting on his bed. We had each done our part, him pleasing my dick with a nice tight hole and me pozzing him while enjoying fucking him. Robin was at the park after a couple of days. He said something about having to get his ass sewn up and admitted that I'd thrown such a good fuck into him that he had cum on his bed from getting fucked by me. He didn't invite me for an encore but knowing how well I fucked him I didnt think I needed one although it would have been nice to use him for a cum-dump the way I was using that hole at the gym and the fairy at work. He continued to cruise that park, mostly as a bottom, sucking cocks while his ass healed up, but also fucking or getting sucked off by less masculine guys. A few weeks later I noticed his absence, but after about a month he came back. He didn't look too well, like my ex-wife had looked after a bout with pnuemonia. He didn't seem too happy either but did tell me how bad his flu felt, like he had been beaten-up in an alley. I was quite satisfied that my sperm had conveyed 'the gift' to him. I didn't tell him about my flu but I did have to will my dick to stay soft as I got on the express bus. I willed myself to pay attention to the road driving home from the park & ride lot. Once I got home I stripped and began jerking my deathray while admiring myself in the bathroom mirror wishing I was fucking another piece of HIV-virgin ass. I noticed the look of joy on my face as I thought of Robin under me as I filled him when I came in my hand. I put it to my mouth, licked it and tasted a sample of the poison cum I'd pumped into Robin. I reached back down and grabbed my weapon, feeling its power to slowly kill as it still seemed to throb in my hand, the last of the load of deadly cum oozing from it. I knew that even with the meds my life would deteriorate, as would that of Robin and the subsequent assholes I'd fuck. I was already dealing with the side effects. My looks declined as the years went by. The bug-chasers started noticing me and would hit on me so that many of my conquests were 'chasers. Knowing they'd end up looking like me didn't phase me at all, I still had that thrill of injecting them with my death-seed. I had the power to kill, the power of death, in my pants, carrying my mighty gun loaded with deadly bullets as deadly as those from a pistol, just much more slowly acting and a sexual turn-on for me every time I shot-off inside someone who was negative. I realized my orgasms were more powerful, more intense and generally enveloped me in the utmost pleasure when I pumped my deadly seed into a neg ass, certainly more so than when I fucked a guy who was already poz. So I used it wisely, not being a Johnnie-HIV-seed fucking every poz asshole I could get my dick into. Instead I limited most of my fucking to neg bottoms and limited my gift-giving only to bug-chasers and assholes some I felt 'needed' it.
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