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Hey guys. Want to be topped Poz and group friendly Know somewhere close to me that has a pitch black tunnel at night ifwant anom. Get back to me.
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So if PrEP is available universally, say easily/for free like what they're considering in the UK, does that mean positive guys could or would eventually become outcasts? My thinking is that most neg guys will go on to PrEP, the 'safe sex' guys will more likely be open to barebacking BUT would still be insistent on BB with other neg guys on PrEP. At the moment if you want it raw then you're more than likely going to fuck with a poz guy (as majority of barebackers are poz from my experience), essentially 'beggars can't be choosers' in this day and age. But when there is a greater choice of safe neg barebackers, will poz guys be turned down even more? We already know what some neg guys reactions are to poz guys at the moment. If the majority of neg gay guys are on PrEP then they could have their cake and eat it too, virtually risk free. Why keep using a VHS tape when you can use a DVD instead? Or will guys become even more cum hungry, will take any and all loads because they know they're practically safe on PrEP? Any thoughts?
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Totally vers Italian man based in Rome found out I was poz 8 years ago, never on meds, got a special gift for you also looking for recharging and other std's
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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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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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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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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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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.
