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The following story is a work of fiction – any resemblance to people or places is entirely coincidental. This is my first story on breeding.zone and I appreciate feedback, encouragement, and whatever else you would like to say/send my way. All characters in this story are over 18 yeaers of age. Apart from being a pozzing story, I wanted to let the characters explore and learn about themselves as well. As the story progresses some topics like fisting, body mods, etc. will come into play. Hopefully this will be a story for everyone to enjoy! This introduction just sets out the basis for the story. . . The action heats up in Chapter 1. INTRODUCTION My name is Paul, and I wanted to write down my experiences of the most life-changing event a boy can go through and set the record straight — I know the history of my exploits have been exaggerated, but I wanted to come clean while everything was still fresh in my mind. Whatever happens to me, I want to leave my mark and say that I was a part of doing something big, whether others like it or not. This story starts when I first went away for college. I went to study organ at a prestigious Midwestern university, and having won a special scholarship for performance, I was given my own suite in a res hall. The first few couple of months I really threw myself into school, practicing, and trying to figure out a system that would work for me as a student. Every day was a repeat of the last, waking up with a quick orange and brewing a coffee before heading to the hall to practice on the organ for two hours before my first class. I had just enough time between classes to run back to my room to make a sandwich before I was back in class until I had ensemble rehearsals and lessons, then a couple of hours in the library before heading back to the room to shower and crash. All of this led to some shockingly rapid progress in my playing, which made me excited to continue school. The only downside was that I had no life. And I mean NO LIFE. As a boy I dreamed about leaving home so I could come out and come into my own. It was already after Thanksgiving and I hadn’t met anyone outside the music department or the few chance encounters with people on my floor. I decided that I needed to change that. Not having any other plans, I sent a text to Chris. *Chris, I need to do something tonight.* He responded quickly, *What’s up? Wanna come hang out?* Chris was never one to beat around the bush. Your average frat boy who loved to run as much as he loved beer, he was jovial and always good for a laugh. *Yes, I will be there in five.* I hurried to pull myself together. I’m average height and slight build. . . About 5’8” and have the body of a soccer player but with slimmer legs. I ran a brush through my light brown hair and adjusted my glasses. My eyes were my best feature, and I wanted their oceans of blue to shine tonight. I pulled a sweater on over my shirt and grabbed a cute pair of shoes to complete the preppy look. I don’t know why I want to look like I stepped out of a Burberry ad, but there are worse things, right? Walking down the hallway, I could already hear the music and loud conversation coming from Chris’s room. I opened the door to let myself in and was hit with a wave of smell. . . It was strangely compelling. Both body odor and too much cheap spray cologne. I sighed, this already feels like more of a college experience than I got the previous three months. Chris saw me and waved me inside, “guys, this is Paul McDonnell. He’s on the floor but he is a bit shy. Just make sure you all welcome him!” Immediately I saw six other heads swivel in my direction. The group was a cadre of people from all over campus, but I immediately noticed Blake. Blake Jeffries was known all over campus. Not only was he the star of the diving team, he had a commanding presence. Not particularly tall at just about 6’, his erect posture and penetrating gaze left a mark on anyone who passed him. I had seen him at the library late a few times, diligently typing on his computer or paging through a book. Any boy who can type and still keep his back textbook straight deserves some kind of a medal. Blake’s eyes locked into mine and it was over. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I stumbled forward and sat down on the floor next to him. The rest of the people in the room were murmuring welcomes, but I felt compelled to occupy space next to Blake. For his part, he smiled gently at me and said hello in a quiet voice. I felt myself shiver. Why was I behaving like this? I needed to snap out of it. “So, you came in just as we were going to start playing some blackjack.” Chris said. “You in?” I looked around the group of people all staring at me and I mumbled, “sure. . . What are the stakes?” The guy sitting between me and Chris thumped me on the back in a bro-way, “stakes are favors — like the loser has to write the winner’s essay or do his laundry or whatever. Nothing too exciting, but should be fun!” I settled in, was given my chips and we all started to play. For anyone who hasn’t had the chance to try something that already they’re not great at while sitting next to the most gorgeous person they had ever seen, let me tell you. It SUCKS! Every move I made was wrong. I only lasted about twenty hands before I was the first one out. The guys all went wild saying things like, “At least we have someone smart if we win. . . I need him to do some homework for me. . . He looks so clean, I could use him to wash my uniform after the soccer match on Saturday. . .” I took the ribbing in stride, I was just happy to be there. I stood up to stretch and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time but Brad. He looked like he was concentrating and still sitting ramrod straight. I popped back down and looked right at him. In a low voice I asked, “Is everything okay?” He turned his head and blinked just a foot away from my face. He gave me a tiny smirk and leaned next to my head to whisper, “I’m fine, I am just counting cards so I can be sure to win.” As he pulled head back into his own personal space, there was definitely a devilish twinkle in his eye. For the second time that night, I felt an involuntary shiver travel from my toes to my head. This boy was serious. But why? It took another hour before Blake was the only one standing with chips. We all stood up and started to gather ourselves to say goodnight, the time was almost 1:00 am. Chris piped up, “ Blake, what are you going to have Paul do for you for being the big winner?” Blake looked up from straightening the sorting the cards back into their boxes, “I’m going to get his number and text him. It is none of your business!” That got a few funny looks and playful ribs from the other people there. I was ecstatic. I walked over to him and demanded his phone. I punched in my number then thrust my face next to his, “say cheese!” I snapped a selfie with the two of us and added it to my contact in his phone. Setting the phone down on the table, I was turning away when Blake grabbed my wrist. “Walk me outside a minute.” He finished putting the cards away and stood up, loudly thanking Chris for hosting the get-together and turning toward the door. He still lightly held my wrist and I quickly followed him into the hall. Ah! Fresh air! Only when we were in the elevator heading down the seven stories to the street level did I notice how nice Blake smelled. He was holding me close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him, carrying a pleasant musk that comes from someone who eats well and holds themselves in shape. We rode in silence, but I was feeling more and more comfortable being next to him. At least I hadn’t shivered in the last few minutes. We walked through the lobby and outside. We were walking along a dark pathway toward one of the parking lots when Blake stopped and turned toward me. “You know, Paul, I don’t think I have really seen you around campus much before.” “Well, yeah, I have been keeping busy with school work and practicing for a few concerts coming up – besides, Christmas is always crazy time for anyone who can play the organ.” He lit up a bit, “you’re a musician? When is your next concert?” Odd that a jock like him would ask, but I guess he was just being nice. “I have a concert next week Tuesday. We’re playing the Mahler Symphony No. 2 and I am playing some short Reger organ pieces when people are walking in before.” His grey eyes lit up in the darkness, “I love listening to Reger, and my mom sang in the symphony chorus back home before she died and loved the Mahler, too. Can I come?” This would be a first. Meeting a boy who earnestly wanted to come to one of my concerts. Not to mention the jock to end all jocks. And he knows Reger and Mahler? Who was this? “Sure,” I managed to stammer out. “I get some comp tickets, so I can have one with your name on it at the box office.” “Great,” he replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing the performance. Do you have plans for after?” “Well, I don’t like to eat very much before I perform, so I will probably go and grab a bite to eat before heading home and collapsing. The music department is giving us Wednesday off to recover before we have to go back into classes.” “Don’t plan anything and find me in the lobby after the show.” He gave my hand a squeeze and was off in a flash. Before I could react he had disappeared around a corner and was gone. I stood in the early December chill in disbelief. I think I am falling in love. Chapter 1 will be out shortly! Thanks for reading so far!
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new year and daddy is looking his boy. i like young latino and white twink, slim, submissive bottom boys (real boys 18-30 not someone pretending to be) that like to take raw cock and cum. geek/nerdy guys are a huge turn on but won't turn aways others. prefer someone regular for on going but one time thing is fine. i'm a dominant latino who knows how to treat a boy in and out of bed. 44 yo, 5ft 10in, 178 lbs, 7 uc. i travel between san bernardino and san fernando valley so anywhere in between works for me. email me at latinotop at g mail dot com. send me your stats (real) age and location let's get this going. not looking to be a sugar daddy
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The punk was a web designer who was hired to turn good properly working websites into user-hostile bandwidth-hogging disasters. He was in his twenties and a modern-day nerd/geek. His nails were neither bitten nor dirty unlike mine. My work-callused hand had all but crushed his smooth little hand when we shook hands. I myself was a large bear of a mechanic in my late thirties who worked in a metal fabrication plant so the dirt under my thick nails was as black as the frames of my classic men's glasses. I was over 6' and about 250, bearded and beginning to bald with short hair compared to the punk's 5' 10" and 160. He sported collar-length hair, a clean shaven face and unisex glasses. We met in a sex club. "Hey, have some of this." I told him, holding my dick for him to see. Being the punk he was he liked getting fucked as much as he and his employers enjoyed fucking-up websites but somehow had escaped getting pozzed. I was going to correct that. He was on his knees right there sucking my dick and inhaling my crotch odors. Once my dick was hard he asked me "Which end do you want to fuck?" "You can give my tired feet an oral massage first, they been sweatin' all day in my work boots," I told him as I led him to a vacant cubicle. Once there I sat on the side of the raised bed and he sat at my smelly feet and began by sucking my big toes and then the four remaining toes of each foot, licking between them while humming in delight as he had when sucking my dick. He then licked every inch of my feet including he tops, my callused leathery soles and my ankles. Once I was hard I noticed his little dick also hard. That didn't mean shit to me because all I was going to do was load his neg ass with my poz cum, then let him rim me until I reloaded and then he would suck my dick for my second load. I had the punk suck my dick hard and then he asked me to put on a condom. I did, but I had one of those really cheapo bargain brand flimsy rubbers. I rolled it onto my dick so he could see it, then I stepped back toward his ass and greased up with just enough petroleum jelly to facilitate entry and destroy the condom while he lay on the bed and spread his legs. I mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my manly weight drive it home. As expected of assholes like him he was a loose asshole from the numerous (sheathed) dicks he took up him every week. He felt my weight as I hilted myself and lay on his back, my masculine hard hairy body on his hairless narrow back. I then began fucking him. He didnt even whine because he was so used to getting fucked and craved dicks shooting off inside him, the only difference would be that I'd actuallly shoot off in his hole instead of in the rubber which was already falling apart inside him. I fucked that degenerate for maybe fifteen minutes before blowing my poz load up his ass. My dick felt really good as I spurted off inside him, my HIV carrying jizz working its way into his bloodstream. I could feel pieces of ruptured shredded condom rolling between my shaft and his rectum further tearing him up inside with each thrust in him. It was a good feeling. One advantage of dick size is that us gift-givers can make new or additional fissures in the assholes we fuck so our virus enters the bloodstream more readily and being cut gives us tougher glans which allows us to tear up an asshole faster and easier and prolong the process before we shoot our virus into them so it flows easily into their bloodstream. I felt good at having fucked another asshole who truly was an asshole, especially because he was neg, an asshole, and my sperm would be the ones pozzing him. I thrust a bit more, just to pump-off the rest of my dangerous HIV laden load into the asshole. I then pulled out and saw the bits of condom and traces of blood on my dick. "Suck it clean" I ordered him. The pervert looked at my dick and freaked at the sight of cum, blood and pieces of condom on it, shouting "You better be neg you bastard!" "As far as I know I am," I lied. I had to force him to suck my dick clean and let him spit out the condom bits. Then I then led him to the rim room. Whining and bitching, he got under a vacant rim chair and I adjusted the height and took the seat of honor. His geek face fit in my ripe sweaty crack and he kissed my ass which made me feel good even if he disliked it. Tough shit, that's what his type need to assume when they decide to be the bottom. I had that scumbag kiss, rim, lick, suck and otherwise orally please my hole until I was ready for my blowjob. I had him kiss my ass, then I stood up and led him to the showers. There I stood tall and proud while he knelt and sucked my cock. I felt good as other men and even bottoms admired me for having the perv suck my cock. In just over twenty minutes amid some cheering I got my second load of virus-laden cum off in his cunt of a mouth while he sucked it out of my dick and swallowed it. I then held his head and told him to get ready. He drank most of my piss but did let a little leak out from between his pussy lips and my shaft. After the last drops of my piss joined my toejam, precum and cum in his stomach I made him suck off of my dick to leave it clean and dry, then I reminded him to kiss it and my hairy sweaty scrotum and then had him kiss my ass. The men admiring me cheered me and then hurled a series of insults and catcalls at the pervert. I then stepped a couple of shower heads away from the watersports area and took my shower. The punk was sucking off another man and hugging the man's pelvis, seemingly having already forgotten that I had semi-stealthed my virus into his ass. I was finished getting my rocks off so after drying off I headed to the locker room, got dressed and checked out, my ego and my penis satisfied. Since the punk was a regular I checked back every week and sure enough my poz cum had been the jizz that infected him. When I found out for I was the stud my dick hardened in my pants. I felt good at having been the hero who finally infected that little shit. I had to find a restroom where I could lock myself into a stall and jack it off, I was so turned on at having injected my debilitating virus into him, knowing how he would turn out if he shirked his meds. A friend remarked that considering the damage his kind has done to websites in the past few years, the punk had gotten what he deserved.- 3 replies
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I had been diagnosed when I was forty five, The virus had been circulating for about a decade and the doctor said I must have had it for about four or five years according to the tests that were available back then. He cautioned me about barebacking and asked me if I took it up my ass. I have always been a total Top so I had no idea how I could have caught it. He put me on the crude cocktails available at the time and told me to use condoms when fucking someone. I tried condoms a few times but I barely got off and failed to cum a couple of times so I decided to bare-fuck poz guys so as not to risk infecting neg guys. I went and got a biohazard tattoo just above my pubes where any potential partner would see it. One day I decided to try pozzing someone although I had unwittingly done so before my diagnosis. Other poz men had told me how much more intense and enjoyable their orgasms felt when shooting their dirty cum up a neg ass and the great-feeling thrill of fucking up someone's life by fucking him bareback and cumming in him. One suggested I give it a try and another said there were bug-chasers looking for us gift-givers. I went cruising. Part of the problem was finding someone willing to please a somewhat fat geeky/nerdy looking blue-collar working man with dirty nails in his mid-forties who wore old-type hornrim glasses. I was still husky and strong due to my job in maintenance at the plant and adhering to my regimen of taking my meds so I looked as masculine as I was. I went to a couple of sex clubs as well as bars. One guy I scored was just out of college, an aspiring yuppie. I convinced him to go with me to the cheap hourly motel where he didnt seem to notice my tattoo or didnt care to ask. He looked good, sort of like a gym bunny as well as a clean cut young man roughly half my age. "Suck my dick." I told him. He did and I got hard. "I'm gonna pump my first load up your ass." I then told him after I nearly gagged him with a couple of thrusts in his mouth. He opened wide and pulled his mouth off my hard throbbing dick leaving it wet with his spit. I got some soap to add to his spit, as it would be rougher in his hole than the usual grease or water based lubes while still providing enough lube for my dick's comfort. I had him lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs. I spat on his hole, mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved it in. "Ow!" he yelped as I forced my dickhead through his sphincters and on up his ass until I was laying on his back, my dick buried in his neg hole. I then began fucking his nice tight hole. He said I was the fifth man to fuck him, the seventh time he got fucked because two of the men had fucked him twice. "I like a nice tight hole, makes my dick feel good." I said, not mentioning how much better it would feel once I injected my AIDS-seed into him. I fucked his ass good while he endured the pain I was enjoying pumping into his sore ass. I felt like the powerful studly man I was conquering someone who was less than a man. I fucked him faster, harder, wanting to both tear him up inside as well as get my rocks off quick. My dick was feeling good and I knew I had roughened his rectum enough to facilitate passage of my dirty deadly virus into him. I piston-thrust in him, reached my point of no return and let my loins take over pounding him into the bed and ejaculating in him, my dick feeling excellent pulsing with pleasure as I pumped powerful spurts of HIV-laden spunk into his sore hole. I thrust again, sending more of my dirty poz jizz into him, feeling the most pleasure I'd felt since my first piece of virgin when I was in college. Knowing he was feeling nothing but pain and humiliation at being used like a woman added to my enjoyment of manhood as well as the thrill of using my hard horny penis as a weapon to permanently infect him with my nasty seed. I thrust a few more times while he whined, then I rested on his back catching my breath, my dick hilted in his ass. I lay on him enjoying the afterfuck, my dick still feeling great knowing my sperms were carrying my horrible virus into his bloodstream through his torn abused rectum. I was able to flex my dick in him feeling my powerful manliness like a fighter flexing his muscles after knocking out his opponent in the second round. 'When are you gonna pull out?" he asked. "A few more minutes." I replied, not mentioning how I wanted my dick to remain in him to keep forcing my cum and virus into his rectal walls. I then thrust a number of times, as my dick was still decently hard. Finally satiated, I pulled slowly out. He mentioned that at least I didnt go ahead and yank it out like some studs did. I didnt mention that I pulled out slowly in order to keep as much of my AIDS-carrying cum inside him as possible. I dismounted and stood beside the bed. I noticed his cum on the bedsheet when he got up. He may have hated the fuck I enjoyed putting to him, or simply acted like he hated it, but the tell-tale cum from his dick betrayed him, it meant that he actually enjoyed my studmanship and my using him for my sexual pleasure. "Ok, suck it clean." I told him. He gave me a stupid look but realized that I was bigger, heavier and stronger than him so he obeyed, almost wanting to vomit but nonetheless he did a decent job of sucking my dick clean. He didnt kiss my dick which had torn him up inside and piped my disease-carrying sperms into him nor my balls which had supplied those sperms that carried my life-changing virus into him. Simply put, I had a ball emptying my balls into him. We got dressed and checked out. That would be the last I'd see of him for a few years. I bragged to a poz buddy about my conquest which had him rubbing his hardening dick through his pants. He said, "Well he was queer enough to want it and you're man enough to put it to him. Pleasure to your penis and pain to the punk, I always say." before hugging and french kissing me. I hugged and french kissed him back, two masculine studs sharing man to man affection celebrating our conquests of neg bottoms and bug-chasers. I saw my conquest half a dozen years later. He had not taken his meds properly and looked ravaged from the disease that I (and no doubt other studs) had pumped into him. I myself was still in decent shape, having stuck to my meds regimen. I asked him to suck me off but he declined. No great loss, there were other holes to be had.
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I was always a classic nerd. Even my name was nerdish but that didnt matter once I discovered gay sex and guys who liked nerds. My first gay sex was fucking some effeminate queen whose ass was like a decent vagina. Of course that fella gave me superior head not to mention swallowed my load unlike the broads who spat it out like it's something nasty. The first cock I took was a forty-year-old short fat Latino's uncut 5", first sucking him off a few times and giving him my ass cherry two weeks later. He also gave me head and swallowed my cum as I did his. "Lenny, you sure a sexy stud. Glad you got my cherry" I had gushed after he'd pumped his fifteenth load up my ass. After he dumped me a month later for fresh holes I met a couple of really great men. One was Rick, a nerd like myself, who was a mechanic. The other was Henry whose seven cut inches broadened my ass as well as choked me when he fucked my mouth. Fortunately I decided to mostly top since I was more on the masculine side, in fact more masculine than most straight men or at least nerds, not to mention that taking my glasses off to suck cocks or rim ass was a hassle. One night a dozen years after my first fucking, I was as horny as I was the first time I nutted in a man. Since Henry had stood me up, saying his lover had the day off and they were going to spend the day together, I was at a sex club. I don't know who gave me AIDS that fateful night, because I was fucked in the ass by both a hippie and a fat middle aged man (both of whom I had also sucked off for their second loads), and I had flip-fucked with an executive and had fucked two other holes. I was so turned on getting fucked by the hippie and the chubby I came from getting fucked by them. A couple of weeks later I got the flu. I knew something was wrong and sure enough I found out I had HIV. Some time later I ran into the hippie again, and he admitted he was poz, and had enjoyed infecting me. He said fucking my ass made him feel really great and manly and described how pleasurable pumping his death-seed up my ass and his disease into my system felt. I was devastated. Henry my best buddy said our sex life was over unless I was content with him jacking off into my mouth. I was able to stay healthy and after a few months I decided that I needed to get off in someone sans condom, but didn't want to randomly poz some innocent piece of ass. My first target was a punk on a friend's shit list. I wanted to experience the thrill of pumping my deadly HIV into someone. I saw breeding a guy as the ultimate power to feel really good while fucking up someone forever, as the hippie had done to me. My mental state was enforced by the disclosures of a couple of my masculine poz friends had described their orgasms in neg assholes, much as the hippie had enjoyed pozzing guy's assholes, such as mine. The punk I was to poz was a bitchy arrogant pretty-boy twink fresh out of the military who had pissed-off a buddy of mine. My friend told me where the punk hung out and pointed him out to me in a bar. I made my move a week later in a club. Like many of the places I frequented, the club in question had an alley to the rear, and not all that surprisingly, a lot of sex went on in the alley. I had a buddy, a buffed-out surfer-jock come-on the punk. The plan was my buddy would take the punk into the alley and fuck the shit out of the kid, in actuality being the punk's last neg fuck, and I would follow close-up on my buddy and add my special cum to the mix. Half an hour after we arrived my jock buddy and the punk were chatting it up. They then left out the back door and I followed them discreetly. Soon the punk was stripped and on his stomach, legs spread wide, on the mattress we had prepared in advance hidden behind the big dumpster. My jock buddy had his jeans halfway down and had already had the punk suck his nine inches hard. He greased up his loggerhead and mounted the punk. He handed the punk a popper bottle, lined up his shot and let his weight drive it home. The punk whined and whimpered, not used to such a big thick dick but he wanted it in him just the same. He was in seventh heaven getting fucked by a large handsome stud just a few years older than him. The man fucked that hole good and nutted in him, as he had in me and I in him before I got pozzed. My own dick was rock hard oozing precum. After the man thrust some more he dismounted and I came out of the shadows, pants ready to drop and mounted him. I shoved my deadly weapon up his ass, my stud buddy's cum excellent lube. The hole felt good around my dick. After hilting myself I began fucking him. I felt a manly studly well-being as I fucked that asshole, knowing how great my orgasm would feel when I pumped my deadly AIDS virus up his ass, which had been stretched and torn by my jock buddy's thick dick. He at first thought little of it, being a bit drunk and on the poppers my buddy had stuck back under his nose as I made love to him. Halfway through my piece of him he turned his head and took a look, then realized I was fucking him. "No geek fucks me! Fuck off!" he screamed before three other men came to help. I gripped the punk's upper arms, helping the men hold him in place under me so I could finish having the piece of ass he owed me. He had fancied himself a man of the world but he was now learning his true place as a piece of ass soon to be a diseased sickly carrier. I stepped up my efforts, fucking him with a series of brutal thrusts to help tear-up his rectum some more. I felt good and studly, a hero conquering the enemy. I fucked faster and harder, my cum welling up, my dick getting ready to shoot its deadly load into the receptacle. The punk began crying. "Be glad I'm not as hung as Bill you bitch!" I growled as I doubled my efforts. Savagely pounding him, I proved (at least in my mind) that a geeky nerd was more a man than a pretty-boy egotist. My climax then came rapidly as I hilted myself in him as pleasure enveloped me while I shot my load of HIV-laden cum up his ass in eight or nine rapid-fire spurts. It was one of my all time best feeling orgasms, the excitement of my stiff penis pulsing with pleasure filling the asshole with my deadly seed. I then resumed fucking him in a series of brutal hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden jizz into the cunt-hole. Joy filled my heart as my deadly cum filled his ass. "Hope you liked getting fucked by us real men." I said. He was pissed, but not nearly as pissed as when I told him, "I just got my poz cum off in you, and man does my dick feel good!" The punk freaked and struggled. "Too late, bitch" said one of the men helping hold him down. I left my dick in, still thrusting and holding on, as well as corkscrewed my hips to force more of my death-sperms into his torn anal walls, rested a moment, brutally slammed my dick home in him a couple more times and yanked out. The punk was crying, sobs shaking him as I pulled up my pants. One of the guys who'd helped said he was poz and asked to suck my dick clean. Of course I let him. After sucking my dick for five minutes he sucked off of it, kissed it and my sweaty balls, stood up, hugged and kissed me and told me how turned on he was watching me fuck the punk and sucking my dick clean. He then had himself a piece of the punk and added his dirty cum to mine. A few more manly pelvic thrusts and he pulled out of the now bleeding hole. I sucked him clean, kissed his cock and balls and we all left, leaving the punk curled up sobbing on the mattress. My friend was proud of me for what I'd done. He also serviced my jock "bait" friend a few times and let him service him as well since they were both versatile and still neg. The punk got the flu, as I had after my fun with the hippie. After finding out the punk converted I traded fucks with a poz friend and then we 69ed for our second loads. The bitch eventually came down with full blown AIDS since he failed to take his meds properly.
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I had taken my last shower of the week on Thursday night, worked up a sweat Friday at the plant and then sweated more on the weekend working in the yard, servicing the truck and helping a neighbor roto-till part of his vegetable patch for summer planting. I was horny that Sunday afternoon since my last sex was with my lover Thursday night and he didnt want to put-out until after I'd taken my shower. I sometimes went to a local 50/50 watering hole half a mile from our place for a cold one and maybe score a blowjob or piece of ass if my lover wasnt home or if he was busy. I was a normal masculine fat average man about six feet tall and still about 275 with a full head of hair, black-frame hornrim glasses over my blue eyes, full beard, thick guitar-pick nails I seldom bit or cleaned after the day I found out I was poz, almost 8" of cut meat and size 11 sweaty feet. Many said I had the libido of a man half my age and this continued for a few years after my life-changing diagnosis. I was and still am a total Top. That Sunday afternoon half an hour after lunch the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello." Rick was on the other end and told me he'd be at the bar which was half a mile from our place. "I'll meat you there in about half an hour." I said and we hung up. "Who was that?" my lover asked. "I gotta make a delivery. I'll be back in an hour or two. I'm gonna change out of these boots first." I replied. While shucking my work boots and slimey sweat-wet socks I'd worn all weekend I thought of how Rick and I had made our date. My date Rick was a twenty-five year old classic geek type like surfers kicked sand in the faces of at the beach half a century ago. He had black hair in a conservative haircut, blue eyes, no facial hair, 6 uncut inches and feet like mine but not as wide or smelly. He didnt wear glasses and was more masculine and stronger than the average geek and weighed a healthy 190 at 5'11". He was versatile and could take either the man's or the person's part in most sex acts. Our first sex act had been him licking and sucking my grungy feet followed by fucking him in his mouth in the brick shithouse at the back of the plant grounds after we'd punched out for the day. Two weeks later I had caught the HIV from some asshole I'd fucked at the baths. He had wanted to give his HIV - cherry to a masculine stud so after a couple of weeks of discussion at work he decided that he wanted my deadly load. I would be glad to deliver. I had told him all the consequences of being positive, starting with the nasty flu symtoms that would keep him in bed for a while, the drug regiman with the side-effects and dangers from skipping a dose, how he would begin wasting away once the effectiveness of the drugs lessened and how he would end up in a miserable prolonged agonizing death years later. He took it all in and said he still wanted to "have my baby" even after I told him that he was just another piece of hole I'd fuck and that my love and affection was reserved for my lover whom I had pozzed a few months earlier. I still wore my cutoff jeans and sweaty wife-beater. I put on my tire-tread-sole leather sandals and told my lover I'd be back in a while. "Have a good time. Seed him well but dont spend all night." he replied and kissed me. I headed out and walked the five blocks to the joint. The afternoon was still warm so I was comfortable. I walked in the bar and scanned the place for Rick. Mikey the long-haired bleached blond was there but kind of ignored me as he had since the day I'd told him I was poz. Slobby Bill was talking with some plain looking man who wanted to blow him. I greeted him as I proceeded to the back of the joint. The far end of the bar yielded Rick. He was wearing his sweater-vest over a white shirt, dark blue slacks and black oxfords. I went over to him and said, "Hi Rick. How's tricks?" "Funny. You know I havent scored in a month except my hand and sucked a cock. You horny?" he replied before telling me he earned a little extra money that morning by handing out religious tracts at a strip mall and sucked off his boss when his shift was over. " I have a nice load for you." I told him. "That's just what I want stud, I cant wait to feel you pumping it deep in me!" he gushed, obviously in heat. He finished his beer, got off his stool and followed me to the mensroom at the back of the bar. The john was smallish with a single stall and a trough urinal but had room for a couple to get it on without getting in the way. Rick opened his mouth and I spat in it. He then knelt, kissed my crotch through my pants and then unzipped my fly. He lowered the waistband of my sweaty stained undershorts, carefully fished my dick and balls out, kissed them and my dick and sucked it into his mouth. He hummed in delight as he began sucking it hard, his head semi-buried beneath my sweaty beer-gut. I felt good, my dick bathed in his man-loving mouth as he held my hips under my love-handles and hummed in delight further stimulating my love-rod, his forehead lightly rubbing the underside of my gut as he sucked on my shaft.. A few minutes later I was fully hard in his mouth. I felt good, standing tall and proud with him sucking my dick. His mouth was a great cunt, even better than any vagina including my best girlfriend's when I was in college. Rick did a great job sucking me hard, his velvety mouth loving and caressing my love-gun as he took it all the way to my nuts. He sucked and swallowed the last bits of underwear lint off my shaft, opened his mouth wide to leave it wet with his spit, kissed it again and pulled away from me. He stood up, dropped his pants, pulled one pant-leg off over his shoe, spread his legs a little, bent-over and grabbed his ankles while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. I spat on his asshole and took my position behind him. "Your last chance to beg off. You sure you want my death?" I asked him. "Yes! Please fuck me before I get cold feet!" he anxiously replied. I lined up my shot, put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and pulled him to me as I shoved my death-gun up his bug-virgin hole with a good pelvic thrust to hilt myself in him as he flinched from my rapid penetration. He was still decently tight, especially around my good-sized dick. I flexed my love-muscle inside him and began fucking him with full strokes, the entrance of his hole feeling my meat from my glans to my pubes as my sweaty crotch met his ass hairs with each sex-loving stroke. I began to increase my pace, fucking him with gay abandon. Rick seemed energized as he put all his effort into pleasing my horny dick with his ass muscles as I fucked him. My dick felt good as he brought me closer to orgasm. Seemingly in no time I was getting ready to shoot. I thrust harder, and faster as my knees began to shake. I continued fucking him, feeling his ass muscles kind of contract, knowing I was turning him on so much he came from getting fucked by me. I pounded him hard, the slaps of my pelvis on his ass echoing in the small tearoom as my loins took over with a mind of their own to pile-drive my shaft in him. A few minutes later I grinned wide and grunted as I rewarded him with my deadly HIV-laden load as my prick pulsed in absolute pleasure with each deadly spurt I shot inside his ass as I pumped my diseased poison cum into his love-hole. The great feeling in my dick spread throughout me enveloping me in the greatest feeling a man can have, the male orgasm. I rammed his hole until I was spent and then hilted myself in him, remaining in position with his ass hairs one with my pubes, my cock deep up his love-canal to force my sperms into the walls of it to carry their load into his anal walls to infect him. I then corkscrewed my hips, pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times with brutal snaps of my hips, the slap of my pelvis on his ass sounding like gunshots, and then hilted myself again. A couple of minutes after the last of my sperms had left my dick on their mission to spread my virus through his rectum, my dick softened a little and I released my grip on his hips. I noticed a couple of cuts in his skin from my thick nails as I pulled out and stood back. He turned around while changing from his bent-over position to a kneeling position, kissed my dick and sucked it into his mouth to clean it. He took it to my pubes, his nose buried in my pubic mound, and sucked while humming in delight, then pulled his head back a little. I began pissing in his mouth. He gulped my equally poz-laden urine like he was thirsty after a day in the hot desert. As with all the other times I used someone's mouth for a urinal, pissing in his mouth felt almost as good as cumming in it. He drank it all, letting none leak from between his lips and my shaft. He continued to suck another few minutes after the last drops had entered his stomach, hugged my pelvis tight with my dick hilted in his mouth, his nose buried in my pubes, and then lovingly sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry. He kissed my glans and then my sweaty scrotum. I could almost see hearts floating up from his head like in a dirty picture I saw one Valentines Day. He stood up and thanked me for a wonderful time and opened his mouth wide, I spat in it. He swallowed my spit and hugged me. He praised my studmanship and said he couldnt wait to bust his own poz nut in someone. He put his pants back on while I pulled mine back up. We zipped our flies, buckled our belts and left the john. I had to get home so I bid him goodbye and walked home in the twilight dusk. My lover greeted me with a bear hug and passionate french kiss after I told him how well I had seeded Rick. My poison seed had worked. Three weeks later Rick was off work for a few weeks and going to the doctor who knew Rick had caught the bug. Almost a month after he called in sick he called me. We shot the shit and he told me how good he felt when he had cum when I fucked and pozzed him in the bar mensroom. "Do me a favor. Celebrate by fucking and cumming in someone. If you didnt have a lover I'd want to be your bitch." he said before we hung up. He returned to work exhausted looking and hugged me in the back mensroom on the morning break. "That was the best fucking I ever had stud!" he said aloud and kissed me. I fucked his ass and mouth every so often as well as fucked my lover and a couple of others in my harem. We both pozzed a few more bug-chasers over the next few years.This work of fiction is strictly to turn men on sexually/provide jackoff material. I do not advocate actually pozzing anyone, getting pozzed or engaging in unsafe sex.
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I had a weekday off but had a date with Rick the versatile geek in charge of maintenance who worked that day so I put on my cutoff jeans, dark gray wife-beater, cheap dark green rubber flip-flops and took the bus to the plant. I got off the bus a block from the plant, headed up the block, went in a back gate used for shipping and deliveries and into a seldom used auxilliary building in back near the brick shithouse where we scored during breaks. My cheap diver's style watch with its black rubber-plastic band indicated a few minutes before break time. As I entered I saw action in a far corner. Short fat Hank had just fed Rick his cheeze and Rick then sucked the man's uncut dick to hardness. Now laying across the long narrow workbench bolted to the concrete floor, Hank had just began sodomizing him. Rickwas nude,his clothes lay on the workbench next to him along with Hank's work shirt and T-shirt. Hank's pants were down around his ankles with his undershorts inside them. I walked over, admiring the forty-five year old married bisexual chubby as he took his piece of the geek in his early twenties. Little sweat showed on his corpulant semi-hairy manly chub physique as his ass alternately wrinkled and expanded with his thrusts.. "Hi Hank." I said. He looked and returned my greeting and smile without missing a stroke. He fucked a little faster as I unzipped my fly. I was already turned on watching my fellow man score and because I'd be fucking Rick in his cum so my dick was hardening. Just then Patrick the married bi bottom with dark red hair came in. We greeted each other and Pat complemented me on my feet, asking when he could suck my toes. I sat on the bench next to Rick and admired Hank's studmanship while Pat sat on the floor and began sucking my big toes as Hank soldiered on. Hank began pumping his eyebrows behind his black-frame hornrim bifocals as he grinned and then grunted as he stiffened, hilted his dick in the asshole, and pumped his load up him, his thick strong-fingers and thumbs gripping the skinny nerd's hips, his thick dirty guitar-pick nails digging into the flesh, pulling the asshole tight to him so it was buried beneath the man's beer gut, the man's dick buried in the ass, as we men kissed until he was spent. He then thrust a couple of times, pulled out and stood in front of Pat who got up from sucking my toes and knelt before him. I got off the workbench, dropped my pants and took my place behind Rick. I lined-up my shot and shoved my dick right up his ass, hilted it and fucked him while Pat sucked Hank's dick clean, drank his piss and sucked off of his dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and his balls. Hank's cum was excellent lube and Rick was still decently tight so I had a good piece of his ass. I draped one arm around Hank's shoulders and held Rick's hip loosely as I made love to him, enjoying how my dick felt up his ass which seemed made for fucking. I liesurely fucked Rick for a few minutes, kissed Hank, grabbed Rick's hips with both hands and began pounding him. The swucking sounds increased a little as I pile-drove my seven inches where Hank's five had been. Hank stood by me with his hand on my shoulders as I made love to the geek who was in hog heaven getting fucked by us two men one right after the other. I was getting close, the thrill and feel of once again using Rick as my cumdump. I fucked him even harder, working up a sweat and breathing hard, finally getting my urge. My pelvis slapped the nerd's ass with each thrust of my three-decade-old dick up his hole. I knew I was slamming his crotch against the edge of the workbench but didnt give a shit. My job was to add my load to Hank's up the asshole and make my dick feel good in him. Rick didnt whine, as I wasnt slamming him too hard. He knew his place vs. us Tops and gladly accepted his role as our recpetacle for our sexual enjoyment. I drilled that hole good, finally reached orgasm and let my hips go, pounding my load up the hole as my knees shook a little as powerful spurts erupted from my dick inside the ass, enjoying how fantastic my dick felt as I pumped my load in him. I hilted myself a moment, then thrust a number of times, none too gentle. I hilted myself again, my nailbitten fingertips digging into his hips pulling him to me as my pubes and his ass hairs became one. I then pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before yanking out. Rick remained in position as Hank and I resumed our man to man affection while Pat knelt and sucked my dick clean. I then emptied my bladder as he drank my golden nectar from my cock still in his mouth. Pat swallowed the last drops and sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry, kissed it and my balls and then turned his attention to felching our loads out of Rick's ass. Hank put his T-shirt and work shirt back on and buttonned it, kissed me and said he had to go, since his work area was a distance from the back of the plant. Pat then sucked on Rick's dick alittle and drank his piss and then licked the masculine versatile geek's cum off the concrete floor. Rick began getting dressed. He had been turned on by getting fucked by us men so it wasnt too surprising he had cum. "Next time I want to suck more than your big toes and clean your dick stud." Pat said as he hugged me. Rick then hugged me and buttonned his shirt and sweater-vest beofre they took off hoping to avoid being caught returning from break late. I double-checked my zipper and left the plant out the back gate I'd come in. I felt good having swapped spit with Hank while we shared Rick's ass and Pat's mouth.Rick had also fucked Patrick as well as felched his loads out of him. Pat was just about all bottom because his wife loved getting fucked so he had to save his loads for her. Pat's ass was decently tight the firsttimes I fucked him but over the years he loosened from the numerous dicks each week.
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I was short, fat forty and balding with old-fashioned horn rimmed glasses. I had been to the doctor for my yearly company physical in 1990 when I got the news a week later that I tested poz. I nearly passed out. Fortunately the doctor had called me in, as he did others diagnosed with this relativly new disease, instead of telling me over the phone or by letter. "How could I have caught it? I wasn't getting fucked, nor was I doing drugs or getting a blood transfusion" I told the doctor. "There are many more ways to catch the bug" he said, then went on to list other ways it could be passed. He reached across his desk and took my hands in his. He then said he had been infected a year before, by a needle prick. He told me about the new drug cocktails and how he was doing good so far. He then gave my thumbs a reassuring rub with his. I was somewhat comforted as his clipped to the quick thumbs caressed my nail-bitten ones. I was going to give my nails their weekly biting that day when the phone rang, but once I got the call to come in I knew something was wrong after having heard from other employees who had been through the same procedure. I also didn't shave. I simply took a shower, got dressed and went to his office. I asked him about my further sex life and life in general. He told me the dangers of sharing personal hygeine items like toothbrushes, razors, etc. and that even spit and urine can harbor the virus. He then told me about a pool service man who'd caught it, then related a crude joke about "chlorinating the gene pool" which meant being selective about who you bareback-fucked without protection. He then told me that some condoms cause extra wear and tear on the asshole and that it took longer to get off. I asked him about that and he said that on the average an uncut man needed to fuck as long and hard with a condom as a cut man without one. I was cut, like the majority of men these days. I then thought about my decades-old shit-list and then thought of how many on it may have already been infected by now, given that even years later some of the assholes were of low morals. Just then his effeminate male nurse, the one we had all nicknamed Brucie, swished in, handed a chart to the doctor and left. The doctor thanked him and then told me the nurse had caught the bug before he did and that he had been fucking that pansy for several years. After he was diagnosed he stopped using a condom when he fucked him. He then said I was welcome to fuck him as well. I had wanted to score the poof and add him/her to my conquests when I first saw him/her and decided to take my doctor up on his offer. Not only did the fairy love cocks but had been raped twice. The doctor let me fuck Bruce with and without a condom. The queen's ass was a good cunt and I did take longer to cum with the condom on. I fucked the queen sans condom for my second load an hour later and indeed get off in less time with less effort. A month after getting over that initial HIV flu I happened to meet some asshole I hadn't seen since junior high school. He turned out to be bisexual and he didn't remember me. I gave him a phony name and after I told him I was strictly a top, we made a date. Two days later saw us in a cheap hourly motel room. The fun started with us hugging and french kissing, then we stripped, and kissed again. He knelt and sucked my dick to hardness. My primary goal was to have fun infecting his ass as well as make my dick and myself feel good through my deadly orgasm and to add him to my conquests. His mouth was a good cunt as he sucked me hard. I then told him I needed to fuck his ass for my first nut. He kissed my dick and then lay on his stomach while I greased up using a minimal amount, just enough to facilitate entry and to fuck. I wanted to wear out his ass without wearing out my dick. I spat on his asshole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. I shoved it right up it to the hilt. He flinched and whined for me to take it easy. I ignored it and fucked him. His ass was a decent cunt. I could feel the resistance so I knew I was abrading his hole. I varied my stroke and speed both to further stimulate my prick as well as keep him uncomfortable so he had less chance to preserve his hole by adjusting to my stroke and speed. I fucked as long as I could, but knowing what I was doing to that asshole's twat turned me on. I was breathing hard as I built-up to my orgasm, fucked him faster and then let my hips take-on a mind of their own as the punk whined and bitched about the pain I was enjoying pounding his ass. I gripped his upper arms tighter as I forced his legs apart wider as I pounded his ass good. I then stiffened and hilted myself as I pumped my AIDS up his ass. This was one of my best feeling cums, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I pumped pain, cum and aids into the asshole. I pulled almost out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips to pump more up him. A few more such thrusts and I rested on and in him catching my breath, my dick still feeling great. I ended up nutting in a quick ten minutes. I moved my hips in and out a bit enjoying the friction as my spent dick still felt good in his ass. I grinned knowing my sperms were carrying a deadly load of HIV and AIDS into his rectal walls and into his bloodstream. My dick seemed to start to reharden a bit to that thought. I thrust a few more times, yanked out and got up. The punk seemed relieved that I finally pulled out of him and stopped hurting him with my mighty weapon. "Man that was a great fuck. I cant remember when my dick last felt that good" I said. The punk didn't really reply, seeming more interested in himself than in having fulfilled his obligation to provide me my sexual enjoyment of using him the way he used his wife. I got out the rim chair that had been stashed in the closet and told him I needed a rimjob. He refused so I told him I'd settle for a blowjob after I reloaded. He agreed and I put the rimchair away. I lay on my back on the bed. I was a bit pissed but then again there were a few good ass-kissers willing to rim my sweaty fat ass. We shot the shit for almost an hour and he told me about his sex with men. He started out getting sucked off and then fucking some fairy. He then wanted to try being the bottom so he hooked up with a short man with a small dick who broke his ass in as well as let him suck it. He said the man then made him drink his piss and rim him. He could do both but disliked it. His sex over the intervening two decades was mostly oral and mostly with him as the top, but he was willing to service any non-effeminate top who wanted a piece of him. He told me that he was careful enough to prevent his wife from finding out he was queer for us men. I asked him if his kids knew. It turned out his oldest son did and his daughter who was a year younger had her suspicions. The college they attended had a gay club which his son had gone to before graduating. His younger son seemed clueless or didn't care, being that he was carrying a heavy class load at the college. His two other kids lived with their aunt. I asked him if his kids weould ever try gay sex. He said his oldest son had taken part in a gangbang in the college gym showers and that the other boy living with him may someday want to suck a cock. I wasn't interested in sex with them since I didnt know whether or not they were decent people. The idea of his eighteen and a half year old younger son sucking my dick did appeal to me. One of my college buddys was a great human being but his father was a drunken scumbag who raped his wife. After I reloaded he straddled my thick thighs on all fours and began blowing my cock which also cleaned it off from the shit, cum and lube he'd left on it when I pulled it out of his ass. I was able to stifle a fart until after he finished swallowing my load. It felt really good laying back while he sucked my dirty cock and swallowed my second load of deadly spunk. If he had any cuts in his mouth or bad gums my poison had a second route into his system adding to my chances of infecting him. I held his head to my ripe crotch, his nose buried in my sweaty pubes, and farted. He had little choice but to have to inhale my nasty ass gas as I thrust in his mouth. He fought until I released his head. He yanked his head away and got up. I had wanted to fart in his mouth while he rimmed me to further put him in his place but at least I was able to get it into his face this way. He was on the rag and failed to appreciate the good fuck I'd put to his sore ass and how I further proved I'm more a man than he ever was or would be by also using his mouth for more pleasure. I wanted to piss in his mouth but I didn't press my luck. I could do that later if I happened to score another piece of him. I simply got dressed and told him he was a good piece of cunt. He was insulted but since I'm bigger, heavier, stronger as well as more a man than him in other ways, he didn't want to risk a fight he knew he'd lose. I didn't see him for months but when I did he said he was trying to shake a nasty bug he had. I didn't suggest he get tested. I didn't get the chance to score that time, but I had done my job - unless someone else beat me to it.
