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I headed to the superette to pick up a six-pack. I walked in the door and greeted Ty, the proprietor's 22 year old son, who was working one of the two registers and then headed back to the seldom-used restroom at the back of the store. Also heading for the one-holer was Mark, a young guy Ty's age. "You need to go?" I asked as I fumbled for a quarter for the pay lock. He checked me out as he pulled a quarter from his pocket and said we could both go in. I thanked him as we entered. He pulled out his little cock and urinated into the bowl while we checked each other out. Mark was a bit slender as well as an inch or two under six feet. His unisex clothing, long hair and clean shaven face gave him a common look of most guys his age, his unibrow was his only unusual feature. I had nutted in his mouth a few months before and was glad to have another go at him. My poz sperms hadn't knocked him up through his mouth so I'd planned to shag his ass next time I saw him. I was a husky man in my late thirties, a couple of inches over six feet, and about 200 pounds, having dropped from 240 due to the HIV. I sported a flattop haircut, classic hornrim type glasses, good body hair, dirt under my nails from my job working at the junk yard and sweaty size twelve feet that enjoy good oral service. My hearty appetite and blue-collar mostly outdoor jobs kept me in good shape, which helped my drug cocktail do its job. "Good thing you're going first because I need to take a shit," I said as he finished pissing. "You want a blumpkin?" he asked. I hid my surprise and said yes even though I wanted to fuck his ass. At least it would save time by 'priming' my dick so I'd need less time to nut in his ass. After he finished pissing he lowered the seat for me and even put an ass-gasket on it for me while I dropped my cutoff jeans. "Thanks Mark," I said. "At your service," he replied. I sat my ass on the seat and he knelt and bent over, steadied himself and sucked my cock into his mouth. "I'm gonna piss first so be ready to drink it." I told him and farted before emptying my bladder and ass. He had a bit of trouble at first but was able to gulp my piss under the trying circumstances without letting more than a few drops leak out between his lips and my cock shaft. I felt good even though getting blumped by someone on my shit list would have been more fun for me. I finished pissing and Mark swallowed the last of it. He then began pumping his head on my cock as I finished my dump. The stink of my shit filled the room as it wafted its way up to the exhaust fan grill in the corner of the ceiling over the john. Being cut, I needed a while more to bust my nut. It had taken Mark twenty minutes to get me off the earlier occasion when he sucked me, although I could have cut that time in half by holding his head and face-fucking his mouth. "Okay, I need to stand up," I told him. He pulled his head off my cock and I stood halfway up and did the paperwork. I wanted to cum in Mark's ass as soon as possible so naturally I told him I wanted to fuck it. He knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth to reharden it. A minute later my dick was throbbing hard. I stepped to the restroom door and opened it a crack to see if anyone was waiting to piss or shit. The coast was clear so I closed and locked it again and told Mark I was ready to finish the aborted blumpkin by fucking his ass. "I got no lube. You have any?" he asked. "We'll use your spit and some of that liquid hand soap," I told him. He wasn't too happy but decided getting fucked with this lube now beats likely missing the opportunity later to feel my masculine power inside him. He knelt and sucked my throbbing dick back into his mouth and soaked it in his spit, then opened wide and pulled back. I got some soap from the dispenser and slathered it onto my dick including my dickhead and my whole shaft. Mark dropped his pants and undershorts to the floor, turned around, bent-over and grabbed the sink. I decided to shove a lubed finger up his ass to lube him inside because the lube on my dick might not be enough even though his anal cherry was long-gone. I shoved my middle finger just halfway up his ass, thrust and twisted it a few times, yanked it out and washed my hand. I basically wanted to have enough lube at his entrance to minimize the pain and any screams but leave his hole more or less unlubed so I could stretch, tear and abrade it inside with my dickhead before my precum and thrusts started adding lube further up his hole. I leaned over, spat on his asshole, stood back up and put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up his ass with a snap of my hips as he grimaced and whined. I grinned to myself as my weapon slid right up his ass which seemed to embrace it. Once hilted, I flexed my dick in him, feeling his hole snugly around it as it expanded in him each time I flexed. He grimaced with each slight expansion of my dick as he felt the power of me within him. I then began fucking him, starting off with a series of hip-snaps to tear him up inside as much as possible, my grip on his hips keeping him in place while I enjoyed putting it to him. I then settled into more regular thrusting using him the way we men use a woman. Although he had been fucked quite a number of times he was nice and tight for my loggerhead. I didn't really care as long as I had a nice piece of that asshole and pozzed him. He began getting used to the pain as the sounds of the fuck filled the room and I could tell he was beginning to enjoy being used by a manly stud like me. I had seen some of the other guys he'd been with as well as saw a few of them having their pieces of him, mostly with condoms. His bullpen ranged from poofy guys whom he 69ed with to masculine total Top men like me who fucked and used him but just about all of them had smaller dicks then my eight and a half inches and they were either neg, wore rubbers or just plain failed to poz him. I felt blessed to have a good sized dick which could pump pain into most holes, stretch-rip their holes inside and knock-up just about any neg ass hole I fucked. I fucked that asshole with gay abandon, enjoying how good I felt, knowing he would be my next victim. I fucked him harder and faster, he tried to get away but my grip on his hips and the threat of me jabbing my thick nails into him held him fast as I pounded away, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass which likely could have been heard outside the restroom. I knew he was still feeling some pain but being the man in our relationship my priority was my enjoyment of the piece and getting my HIV-laden rocks off in him. A few more minutes brought me to pre-nut as I continued fucking him. I felt it coming and let my hips take over and then finally nutted in the asshole while trying to keep my knees from shaking. My dick felt excellent as I hilted myself to pump my initial rapid-fire spurts off in the punk who seemed relieved even though the expansion of my dick in his hole renewed the pain just a little. After my initial volley finished I repeatedly pulled halfway out and slammed it home to pump the rest of my sperms into his abraded rectum and force them and their HIV load into his rectal walls. I hilted myself again and left it in a moment, enjoying how good I felt knocking-up his AIDS-virgin hole by shooting my virus-laden cum inside him and repeatedly thrusting to mash it into his anal walls to enter his system. My dick felt great like I was still cumming as I kept thrusting, enjoying the thrill of exercising my manly power to fuck someone up by fucking him. A couple of minutes later I finished thrusting and pulled out, my dick satisfied. I checked it. It was fairly clean, a tad of cum, brown and some blood on it. "Okay, suck it clean," I ordered him. He gave a disgusted look but turned around and knelt before me to suck off and swallow what he'd left on my dick when I pulled out. He seemed about to vomit a couple of times but fortunately he didn't. I sure felt good having used him as a urinal, cunt, cum-dump and dick-cleaner, just another way of proving my superior manhood and his lack thereof as well as the really good orgasm my dick felt when I ejaculated my dirty poz spunk in him and forced my virus into his bloodstream with my continued thrusts. Another manly stud's conquest and victory over yet another lesser man. A couple of minutes later the last of what he'd left on my dick reached his stomach. He sucked off of my now clean dick and kissed it and my balls as I had reminded him to do. Satisfied, I pulled up my pants and washed my hands while he licked his chops while pulling up his pants. I stepped past him on my way out the door. Ty was coming up from the store room in back so I glanced at Mark to let him know our time in the john was definitely up. He slunk by. I greeted Ty as Mark slipped out and split, likely ashamed of himself. Ty gave me a knowing grin. "I'll get you next time Ty. See you then," I said. "The sooner the better," he replied as he entered the john to piss. I decided to formally introduce Ty to Mark next time so they could get it on. I was glad Ty harbored no ill feelings toward me for pozzing him the year before. I still remembered how great the fuck was and how utterly fantastic my dick felt when I injected my virus-laden sperms carrying their deadly toxic load into Ty's ass. I was later jazzed that he was glad he had been pozzed by me instead of someone like Mark. He never told his father I was the stud who had pozzed him. Several weeks later I saw Mark. He was feeling ill, likely catching the HIV flu. I took the time to check on him a week later. He was worse and the week after that he was bedridden, sweating and suffering the other symptoms of the flu. A bedside table next to his nighstand held almost a dozen different medications. Seeing how he was suffering got my dick hard, same as when I'd seen Ty about a month after I'd knocked him up. As I had desired to do with Ty, I wanted to jerk off into his mouth but saved it and went and fucked Ty who shared my delight in pozzing Mark. I again remembered how good I felt nutting in Ty, my big horny penis pumping my life-changing jizzum in him and when I pulled out of him how he lovingly sucked my weapon clean and gave it and my balls a big kiss even though he knew I was poz. Mark was suffering as bad as Ty had from my potent virus. I felt fortunate my own suffering hadn't been that bad, thanks to being in top physical condition and starting me meds just as soon as I suspected I'd caught the bug. Like Ty before him, Mark had taken a week or two longer to recover than it had taken me. Mark wasnt too happy but he was glad he would never need to worry about the AIDS flu again nor having to ask the men who fucked him to use condoms but on the other hand he knew his life would be shortened and filled with needing to take meds and suffer the side-effects for the rest of it. I myself took my meds religiously but many poz guys slacked or took 'holidays' which made the meds less effective when they resumed taking them. As with Ty, I fucked Mark several more times, enjoying fucking him shooting more of my toxic pozz jizz in him, each time remembering how great I felt when I pozzed him. I also fucked his mouth a few times so he could taste my dick and the cum that changed his life.
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3rd meeting with a much younger guy who puts the "B" in BBC A new buddy that I've met a few times texted me this morning and said he was in town if I "needed anything". We had another perfect meeting that went like this. He's got a kinky side and told me he wanted me waiting on all fours on the bed with a dildo in me when he got there. I was completely happy to oblige and nervously waited until I heard the door open. He walked around the bed and took the dildo and slide it in and out a few times which made me suck in my breath. He dropped pants and I could see his already hard, and huge cock jump out. He's about 9 inches but the thickness is really attention getting. The first time I saw it, I didn't think I'd ever be able to take it but he proved me wrong. Without a word exchanged, he got on the bed and I heard the lube I'd left out being opened. The dildo was pulled out and I felt the head of his cock touch my hole. After the cold dildo, the head of his cock was so hot it felt electric. He eased forward and about half of that thick shaft slide inside. He started slow, short strokes, working the rest of it inside little by little. He hit bottom, like usual, just before I felt his balls touch mine. I've never figured out what he hits when he's all of the way in, it's slightly painful but because he's the only guy I've ever felt that deep, it's kind of a turn on. As soon as he bottomed out he started taking full length strokes. His cock stretched me bigger then I've ever been before and the feeling on him fucking me still kind of makes my vision blurr. Every time he hit bottom, I instinctively pulled forward a little, trying to escape. Within a minute, my head was against the headboard and I could move no further. That was a turn on too, knowing I couldn't move and just had to lay there and take what he was giving me. He kept up the same pace for a few minutes and then went all of the way in and stayed there. For the first time, I could actually feel a guy cumming. I froze when he got still and could actually feel his cock jerking while he emptied into me. After the jerking stopped, he pulled out, dressed and left me laying there with a wonderfully sore, abused ass and a huge load of cum in my guts, just the way I like it.
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I had been poz for a couple of years having caught it at thirty-one. I was a normal looking and acting blue collar working man of 6' and still weighed 200. My short hair, full beard and regular man's glasses and nails clipped to the quick left no doubt to me being a normal masculine Top. My job at the plant eliminated any need to work out in a gym. As an experiment we had let the little poof who worked in the secetarial pool in the front office try his hand at some of our jobs in the plant but he lacked the strength, stamina or even ability to learn the work. I was neg back then and had been one of several men to pump our loads up his ass and down his throat, further introducing him to the world of bisexuality although he had been fucked once in a while starting when he had earned a business degree at the local junior college. I had unknowingly pozzed my lover with the best orgasm I had in him. Fortunately I had proof that he was cheating on me so he decided to stay together although that fuck I pozzed him with would always be the best my dick ever felt in him. My orgasms felt better and more intense when I pozzed a neg hole, a feeling shared by some of my poz friends who enjoyed pumping their toxic loads up neg. asses. Before that I had similar great orgasms breaking in virgin assholes with my nearly 7" cut meat. It must have been the nice tightness of a virgin hole combined with the thrill of putting pain to the asshole making him suffer for my sexual enjoyment while I felt nothing but pleasure, albeit sadistic pleasure, proving my manhood by showing off my masculinity by fucking him to orgasm while he cried begging me to stop or pull out while feeling sorry for himself enduring the pain I enjoyed putting to him with each stroke of my dick in his sore virgin hole culminated by a really great feeling orgasm when I ejaculated in him. One day I was shooting the shit with some friends at a local jeans and leather bar when someone mentioned a "wierdo" who wanted to give his ass cherry to a masculine poz Top. When someone saw my face brighten up we knew I would give the gift to the bug-chaser. The thought of filling someone with meat, precum, pain, cum and virus got my dick hard and starting to precum in my pants in no time. "Sure, I'll be glad to have the honor." I replied when asked. A couple afternoons later the chaser and I were formally introduced. Foster was eighteen years and two months old. He had sucked a few of our dicks starting the week after his eighteenth birthday and had no ill effects even though at least one of the loads he swallowed was poz from my dick. He was smaller and slightly lighter in weight than me, lacking my physical strength. His long hair which was normal for young men at the time and lack of facial hair as well as other aspects betrayed his desire to be the bottom. Foster said I filled the bill so we checked into the cheap hourly motel where some of us shagged our conquests. Foster and I stripped while the rest of my team took all the available seats on the sofa and two chairs in the room. Foster and I sat on the bed side by side and I draped my arm around his somewhat narrow shoulders like a boyfriend's arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "You sure you want this and my virus up your ass?" I asked him, holding my hard dick with my other hand for him to admire. "I fuck hard and I dont stop until I get my rocks off. You will be in pain and then you will be infected with the HIV and AIDS the rest of your life. You will be on meds with sometimes horrible side effects and will gradually decline in health. If you fail to take your neds every day as prescribed you will get sick and the meds wont be as effective even if you take more. You understand?" I told him. I omitted giving him advice like making like he was trying to shit the dick out when it entered him which would have made it easier for him., such advice and other pain-reducing advice was reserved for my virgin friends. "Yes Ken, I understand." he softly replied. 'OK, suck it hard." I said as I stood up. Foster knelt and sucked my already semi-hard precum-oozing dick into his mouth. He was a good cocksucker. Had it not been my purpose to fuck his ass I would have let him suck me off and swallow my load as he had a few weeks before. Instead I pulled my cock from his mouth, saying, "OK. I'm hard. Lay on your stomach and spread your legs. Put that pillow under your crotch to raise your ass for me." I then greased up while he obeyed me, using just enough water based lube to make entry easy for me and then dry up after a while to facilitate my dick tearing up his insides which would facilitate easier passage of my virus into him. I spat on his hole, mounted him and felt him kind of shiver under me as I put my dickhead to his tight hole. The guys were all looking with rapt attention, most with their on hardons out, as I then let my weight drive it into Foster who yelped and then screamed as my glans broke through his sphincters and into him. I shoved it right up his ass and hilted myself with a couple of quick harsh thrusts in him, pinning him to the bed, as he screamed in abject pain. I preferred entering a cherry this way, reserving gentle entry and fucking for my friends, as opposed to strictly having a ball getting my rocks off the way I like to in conquests like Foster. The hot tightness of his asshole made my dick feel real good, I liked how it snugged around my shaft as well as how his ass muscles contracted around my dick as he vainly tried to eject it from his sore hole. He was an ideal lively piece of cunt. I flexed my love muscle in him as he cried for me to pull out. "Ken Please pull out! It hurts like hell!. Pull out! Pull OUT!" he screamed as Tom took off his shoes and pulled his dirty athletic socks off his feet. I lay my full weight on Foster's back as Tom and a couple of other guys stuffed Tom's smelly socks into his mouth and tied them in place as the punk fought to escape his obligation to me. I began fucking him which put more pain to his sore hole. "Shut up bitch, You agreed to let me break your ass cherry and fuck you now you need to honor your obligation to me." I snarled and gave a brutal sharp thrust which made him spasm. "Good thing Tom had those thick socks. I bet Dave and his wife in the front office could hear those fuckin' screams." someone said. I gave the bitch a break by starting off slowly since even a slow stroke added to his pain and made my dick feel good with his virgin tightness. Several of the men held him in place to prevent him from rolling or wiggling out from under me and dislodging my super horny dick as I thrust in him. As with some other punks, Foster seemed to gain adrenanline-fueled strength trying to escape the pain of giving up his anal cherry. I gradually increased my pace, taking mostly shorter strokes, hilting myself with each thrust, to further prevent fallout and the resultant difficulty of trying to get my dick back into a strugglling asshole. Deep fucking also worked to tear fissures into more of his rectum to further facilitate virus transmission into his blood stream. Foster was now sniveling, racked with sobs, knowing he was helpless to escape his fate of fulfilling his obligation to me by getting fucked until I cummed in him. He likely forgot about the other aspect of this fuck, the pozzing he would receive, due to his coping with the pain of getting his virgin ass fucked. I normally had to fuck for at least fifteen minutes to get off but this excitement and good feeling my dick was enjoying was hastening my climax, which was no big deal since just a few minutes in a virgin hole was enough to rip an asshole enough to readily pass the virus into the bloodstream. Many of the virgin holes I fucked bled regardless of how gently I stroked in them. I sensed Foster was getting used to the fucking so I began thrusting harder, sometimes snapping my hips which renewed the pain to his ass and pleasure to my penis, feeling him jerk with the pain of my sudden thrusts in him, the power of my loins relentlessly driving my dick in him again and again with no mercy, my manly ego swelling with my approach to climax of the ultimate sexual conquest. Foster's tears were dry for the most part, having cried himself out as we neared the ten minute mark. I let my hips take over giving them free rein to pile-drive and jackhammer my dick in him, feeling the power of my loins thrusting my dick in his hole as he endured the pain I enjoyed putting to him. I piston-thrust that asshole enjoying how good I felt as I neared orgasm, reaching that pre-ejaculatory urge and pounded that asshole into the bed and then came, my dick hilted and pumping my HIV-loaded cum into him in rapid-fire spurts in one hell of an intense mind-blowing orgasm, pulling halfway out and slamming it home again hilting myself as my initial volley filled his sore rectum, followed by more thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden spunk into him as my dick continued to feel absolutely fantastic. I kept thrusting, prolonging the pleasure my dick was enjoying as well as forcing my disease-carrying sperms into his torn rectal walls and my virus through them into his bloodstream. "GO Ken GO!" a few of the men softly chanted in time with my self-serving thrusts. "Man you're a super stud! Keep pumping that load into him." another man said. Much to Foster's dismay I kept thrusting for another few great feeling minutes until my dick softened and came out. I usually yanked out just as it started to soften which also added to an asshole's discomfort and my sense of accomplishment but the extra time thrusting kept my dick feeling good as well as further forced my virus into his bloodstream which also meant less of it coming out with my dick. "If our stud Ken didnt knock him up nobody will." Jim said as he slapped my back. I dismounted and stood up. We hi-fived and each man hugged me and the poz Tops also french-kissed me. I looked at my spent weapon and noticed some blood along with the cum and traces of shit on it. Foster, full of pain, curled up on his side into a fetal position and then removed the gag and vomited, likely from the socks Tom had worn for two days as from the fuck I enjoyed putting to him. Some cum leaked from his sore hole which looked red from the wear and tear of the fuck as well as some blood. Patrick then dropped to his knees and sucked my dick clean and kissed it and kissed and fondled my sweaty ball sack. He then stood up and hugged me. Pat was on borrowed time, still neg but risking himself sucking poz cum. There would be hell to pay if he caught the virus and passed it to his wife. Tom put his shoes back on minus his socks and I got dressed. We helped Foster get dressed and cleaned up any mess including taking the sheet off the bed, wiping the rubber sheet beneath it with the mostly clean parts of the sheet and tossing the sheet in the shower stall. We checked out while Richard stood consoling Foster on the sidewalk. Several of the men and Foster got into Dan's van and took off while three of us headed for different bus stops to go home. That night we met at a bar and grill to enjoy beer and pizza while Foster rested at home feeling sorry for himself, unloved, used and kicked to the curb. We had a nice little fest and then Phil whom a friend of mine had pozzed was in heat so we went to a secluded spot to let him suck me off. Three weeks later we had confirmation that I had pozzed Foster. He was suffering the horrible AIDS flu that many get after getting pozzed. We again met at the joint for more beer and pizza followed by me screwing Phil's ass since my dick was rock hard and sliming with precum at the news of my accomplishment. Phil was a good piece of ass giving my dick a good feeling orgasm but it was nowhere near the fun and really great feeling orgasm I had pumping meat, pain, precum, cum and virus up Foster's ass. Phil enjoyed that fuck, being so turned on by getting fucked by the man who pozzed Foster that he cummed from getting fucked by me. I pumped my load up him and pulled out. He knelt, sucked my dick clean, kissed it and my balls and said, "Man I love getting fucked by studs like you. I only wish you had been the man to pozz my ass." "Yes, I would have enjoyed it but my friend Terry had a good time pozzing you so I'm just as glad he had your AIDS cherry." I replied. Foster lived to regret his fateful decision to get pozzed. He took his meds as prescribed but after a few years he took "vacations" later ending up getting sick and in a hospice. I'll always remember Foster as one of the very few pieces of ass who gave me and my penis the double pleasure of popping his AIDS cherry while popping his anal cherry.
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Clarence was a 70 year old closet bisexual. He was average looking at about 5' 10" and over 200 lbs. with a full head of gray hair turning white, contacts, clean-shaven and nails that were neither bitten nor dirty. He had sparse body hair and sported a modest cut 5-incher. He had worked white collar jobs with the railroads and airlines and then sold real estate the rest of his working life. His wife was heavy for a woman but dressed in good taste and was more or less nice to everyone. She was totally clueless about her husband's secret bisexual activities although she was secretly buying jigolos. I myself was thirty-five year-old normal masculine man of average height and weight of 6' and almost 200, sported a baldspot and receding hairline and close-cropped full beard, wore glasses, had decent body hair, and almost eight cut inches. I worked various blue-collar jobs including mechanic, warehouse, manufacturing, gardening, a train yard, driving trucks, construction, electrical and plumbing all preceded by a short stint swamping on a Leach when I was in college. I fucked my first man as part of a gangbang when I was in trade school and got my first good blowjob, from a fairy, a couple of hours after having my turn up the ass of the punk we men gangbanged. Several asses I fucked bled from my enthusiastic thrusting and one kept begging and whining at me to stop and pull out but I wasnt going to let some asshole violate my manly right to get my rocks off in him. I was thirty when I got pozzed. It proved that you dont have to be the bottom to get the virus. Each year was a picnic in the park in July to celebrate Clarence's mother-in-law's birthday. Her children, grandchildren, great grandkids and of course in-laws attended. The year before one of her grandchildren who had worked in a stockbroker's office for over a decade came on to me and I ended up having a good time with his oral talents as well as pozzing him via his talented ass. He was about forty years old to my thirty-four but still loved sex on the dl and cummed from getting fucked. That afternoon I cummed in him him a total of three times, the first time I just lay on my back with my dick up his ass while he straddled me to work magic with his ass muscles to get me off, then he showed off his rimming skills although I had to squat on his face much as he squatted on my dick due to a lack of a rimchair there in the woods surrounding three sides of the park. The second time I fucked him and added my second load to my first in him. That time he had cummed from getting fucked by me. He said that he just about always cummed from getting fucked if the man fucking him turned him on. An hour after lunch he showed off his oral skills and swallowed my third load. He said I was one of the best studs to nut in him in over two years. Almost on schedule he caught the "AIDS flu" which he suffered through and was devestated to learn he had been pozzed. He couldnt prove I was the stud who pozzed him because he had been fucked by five or six other men that weekend. It turned out that most of the other men tested neg and he didnt know I was a carrier due to my healthy appearance. This year I put it to Clarence. Like the guy from the year before, he wanted to service me as much as possible. Once deep in the woods we found the little clump of trees that afforded a serviceable if cramped 4' x 6' space with a worn piece of plywood to lay on. First thing we did was pick up the plywood and hold it up on edge to clean it off. Fortunately Clarence had an old beach towel which helped to clean it off and then lay it on the wood clean side up. He had also stopped there the night before to stash a rimchair. I started by standing tall and proud while Clarence knelt before me and unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my prick and balls and then let him begin sucking my cock. He knew what to do, how to service us larger men. He sucked and my cock expanded as he sucked and licked, stimulated by his mouthwork. Soon I was also getting close to cumming. I stood there looking down on the old geezer who was hugging my hips enjoying everything from my week's worth of crotch odors to the taste of my dick sweat and precum. I yanked back to avoid wasting my poz seed in his mouth. "Ok stud, time for your rimjob." he said and smacked his lips. He reached into a clump of foliage and pulled out a black plastic trash bag, opened it and took out a rimchir with folding adjustable legs. He set it up and lay on his back as I had but with his knees bent so his head was semi-centered on the towel on the plywood. I set the rimchair over his face, dropped my pants, took the seat of honor and checked for height and position. He must have rimmed someone similar to me because it was just about right. His face fit nicely in my hairy sweaty crack. He kissed my hole and started rimming me. He sucked, licked, kissed and stuck his tongue into my hole. Being a Top the only things that ever been up my ass was a suppository and my doctor's finger and the tips of other ass-kissers' tongues so like the ones before him he got just the tip of his tongue in there. His tongue made my hole feel good not to mention the fact that I was feeling vastly superior to him. A couple of years before, in a sex club, he had rimmed someone I had just fucked so his whole tongue had gone up there. He never recognized me in the sex club. After having my ego stroked by Clarence stroking my ass hole with his lips and tongue I was ready to fuck his hole. I stood up, bent-over and he opened his mouth for me to spit in it. I spat in his mouth and picked up the rimchair, set it aside and fondled my dick while he got up. He folded up the rimchair and put it away, then knelt and sucked my dick. He then stripped off his walking shorts and undershorts and lay on his stomach on the towel on the plywood while I greased up my dick. I folded up his pants and set them between his spread knees to pad mine, spat on his asshole and took my place. I lowered my pants to my knees, leaned over, placed one hand on his upper back and used my other hand to guide my dick to his hole. Once I acquired my target I entered him. His anal virginity was ancient history so he didnt flinch very much and didnt give much more than a little squeak of a yelp as I shoved my dick all the way up his ass until I was laying on his back with my pubes mingling with his ass hairs. Even though he got fucked when he could he was in pain from my size and using just spit for lube. I flexed my dick in him and commenced fucking him. Despite half a century of getting fucked his hole was still a decently tight cunt for my dick, mainly because most men who fucked him were less-endowed than my eight inches. I pondered about the men who had fucked him in the past as well as who had fucked him recently. Even though I'd have preferred to be intact so I could feed cheeze to the "mice", being cut has its advantages which I appreciated more after getting pozzed because it increased my ability to rough-up a rectum to increase the possibility of infecting the asshole with my virus. I fucked Clarence for maybe fifteen minutes, expediting the fuck, and shot my diseased load deep up his ass. My dick felt really good pulsing with pleasure cumming in his ass as I got my load off up his love tunnel. After hilting myself to shoot off my initial volley I resumed thrusting and pumped my remaining AIDS virus laden semen into his ass and then rested while he whispered about how good a stud I was and that I turned him on so much that he came from getting fucked by me. I thrust a few more times and pulled out. I stood up, pulled up my pants and helped him get up. He knelt before me and sucked my weapon of a dick clean and kissed it and my balls. "Man that felt so good. Now I need to piss." I said. He knew what I wanted and obligingly remained on his knees, sucked my cock back into his mouth and sealed his lips around my shaft. I began urinating, enjoying this final part of my conquest of Clarence, as he gulped my piss. After the last drops of my piss reached his stomach he sucked off of my dick again leaving it clean and dry and kissed it. I put it away and zipped-up while he stood up. He hugged me and put his pants and shoes back on. We didnt kiss, he knew that most of us total Tops dont let bottoms or versatiles kiss us above our belts due to what they do with their mouths. Clarence hid the rimchair for later pickup and we headed back to the picnic area. The punk I had knocked-up the year before seemed to avoid me. I knew Clarence would likely treat me the same way at the following year's picnic. Not that I cared, there were still plenty of neg assholes in heat for my HIV-shooting meat. As with the asshole I knocked-up the year before, Clarence caught the flu a couple of weeks later. The only thing that saved him was his being on the husky side to have a reserve to help fight it during the flu but it took him much longer to recover. I heard about it three or four months later when my lover talked to one of his boyhood friends on the phone. He mentioned that Clarence had caught the virus and had infected his wife. Even though erection pills hadnt hit the market yet he was able to get it up, as I had seen the day I fucked him. His wife hadnt liked getting fucked after turning forty but had let him fuck her after he recovered from the flu. My lover said that if the assholes were so in heat they didnt think before getting fucked they had it cumming. As with the previous year when I heard the news my dick spontaneously got hard in my pants. Fortunately I was wearing my baggy jeans I had bought half a dozen years before so my lover coundnt see it. A few minutes later I ambled out to the garage where I masturbated in a hidden corner behind a stack of boxes and had a nice cum. I had knocked-up my lover a night or two after the virus began circulating in me but because he was cheating on me he had no leg to stand on for accusing me of knocking him up. I could have easily said he gave me the virus. We had both been sick with that initial flu and saw the same doctor who put us on a good regimen. Because we both had the same strain we continued barebacking because I preferred to fuck without a condom and he liked my cum in him. Most neg. holes I fucked I spared by letting them suck my cock instead of fucking their asses or I wore a condom but certain negs I fucked got it bareback which gave me really great feeling orgasms because I knew I was infecting them and fucking up their lives as well as plain fucking their asses. I did have a really nice feeling orgasm from a blowjob from one neg. cocksucker because he had rotten teeth and mouth sores which allowed my virus to enter his system. The next year's picnic saw a slimmer Clarence and the guy I had fucked the year before him had gained back alittle weight. Of course it would take a number of years for the virus to incubate in them and strike them hard and heavy especially if they shirked their meds. My lover and I took our meds religiously and bore the side effects with determination so we remained healthy. Clarence lived to make ninety although he looked weathered and haggard and his wife looked as bad as a street-worn bag-lady. The guy I fucked the year before I fucked Clarence looked a decade or two older than his age and his wife looked like an old lady even though they were just sixty. As with Clarence he had pozzed his wife, not knowing that I had pozzed him. Someone asked me if I ever fucked or pozzed women. He understood when I told him that I did it indirectly via their cheating bisexual bottom or versatile husbands. A couple of poz studs, one of whom was bisexual, said they got an extra orgasmic thrill by pozzing a bisexual man who would then pass his deadly seed to his wife, girlfriend or other woman the guy would then fuck. Unlike them my extra good feeling cums were strictly from pozzing the assholes I actually fucked and shot my diseased load in or maybe the guy's lover but otherwise most considered it as only collateral damage. The character we'd consider the "hero" of this story had the same excellent feeling orgasms regardless of the sexuality or marital status of the bottoms he pozzed.
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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.- 1 reply
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I had been poz for a few years and on the cocktails. I was still in decent shape and horny much of the time. I sometimes stopped at a smut shop on my way home from work to stick my thirty-four-year-old dick through a peep-booth glory hole to get it sucked. Many of the cocksuckers, the ones able to accommodate my somewhat larger than average size, loved my cut thick eight and a half inch meat and the taste of my dick sweat, cum and piss, not to mention the assholes who loved getting pounded by me. I had been using condoms unless the assholes were either poz or bug-chasing. One day while leaving the smut shop after getting off a load in a cocksucker's mouth I picked up one free rag I'd never read before and found a section in the classifieds for bug chasers and gift givers. Like many poz Tops I usually had better feeling orgasms when infecting a neg bottom with my dirty semen. I perused the ads and decided to call a few bug chasers. Over the next few weeks I knocked up a couple of holes. One was a nice session that took place in East L.A. I stopped at a payphone on my way home from work one afternoon, dropped in my twenty cents and called the number and asked for Leonard. The man who answered yelled for him and once he picked up the phone I asked, "Hi, Leonard, did you have an ad in the paper for bug chasing?" He said yes and asked me when I could come over. I had the next day off so we made a date for the next afternoon when his room mates would be working or balling someone. The next day I had breakfast, brushed my teeth, combed my prematurely graying stringy shoulder length hair and put on my old gray work shirt and trousers, work boots, glasses and sweat-stained cap and headed to the bus stop. I caught a bus downtown and then the number eighteen all the way to Garfield. I still had to walk a few blocks since I missed the Montabello bus. Once there I was greeted by a medium-complected latino guy in his early twenties a few inches shorter than my six feet. "Leonard?" I inquired. "Cray?" he replied. He almost pulled me in and closed the door behind us, then hugged me and offered me a beer. I said I'd have one after my first load. He was pleased I'd pump more than one load up his ass. After a few minutes of small talk we went to his room which had a double bed mattress and box spring on the floor. We stripped and admired each other. I was still on the heavy side with decent body hair while he was on the slender side and lacking body hair but he did have a little beard as well as the long hair just about every male under thirty sported back then. He knelt and sucked on my cock until it got too big for his mouth. "Sorry I cant suck you good." he apologized. "No problem, it's going up your ass anyway. I replied with a grin as he stood up. I had him suck my toes and lick my feet while I fingered my dick to full hardness . "You're so big. I dont have any poppers or luuds so I have to sit on it and ease onto it." he said. "That's fine, as long as I have a good piece of your tight ass." I told him. Wearing nothing but my glasses, I lay on my back on his bed while he got a tube of grease and liberally smeared it on my dick and some into his asshole, then climbed onto the bed and straddled my pelvis facing me and began lowering himself onto my hard dick. He seemed to rest once he got his hole centered on my glans and then shook a bit as he let himself onto it to be impaled. He grimaced in pain as he slowly worked himself onto my thick dick. I could feel the nice tightness of his hole as it began enveloping my loggerhead and see his pained determination to set his ass on my pubes. I had to stifle my instinct to thrust and finish penetrating him. I had done that to another asshole sitting on my dick and he jumped up and off despite my grip on his hips. Slowly he eased himself down on my dick inch by inch. I knew he was feeling as much pain as my dick was feeling pleasure as he lowered his tight twat of an ass on it. A couple more minutes had him sitting on my crotch, my meat deep up his nice tight love-hole, his face still contorted in pain while mine radiated pleasure. He rested and then began slowly working himself up bit and then let himself back down, a short rest, and repeated it, finally working himself without pause. I felt good laying there while he used his whole body to please me and my prick. I was rock hard thinking of how I would feel when I ejaculated in him as well as how he would feel especially in a couple of weeks. I flexed my love muscle when he sat on my crotch so that he could feel the slight swelling of my dick in his ass before he again went up. He increased his pace as I held his hips to steady him. "Feels good. Keep it up." I told him as he increased his pace pogo-ing up and down on my hard shaft. After ten minutes I could tell his leg muscles were getting tired but he persevered and increased his pace once again. I began thrusting slightly and he met my thrusts. I was finally getting closer to cumming as I increased my stroke. I was glad I was getting closer to pumping my dirty AIDS up his "virgin" cunt. I knew he saw nothing but happiness on my face as my hard penis rode in his ass and I could see his own expression change as he anticipated getting my load from my big dick. "Pump faster." I ordered him. He was tired but obeyed. I was getting close, my poz-laced precum adding to the lube on my dick in his ass. I knew his rectal walls were opening up which would facilitate passage of my dirty viral load into him. I began grunting and then felt my load welling up, coming to a head and then I blasted it into him as he kept pumping up and down on my prick. "Man that sure feels good!" I grunted as I pumped my AIDS-carrying sperms up his ass, my dick spasming in utmost pleasure while shooting off my rapid-fire spurts inside him. I thrust good to pump off the rest of my load into him and had him remain seated on my crotch so I could thrust and work my sperms into his anal walls to pass my virus into him. He was sweating from the strain and exertion of doing his part to please me and my hard horny penis. A few minutes after my last spurts subsided I told him to rise slowly so that my cum would stay inside him. He obeyed and rose up and off of my loggerhead. His sphincter was still in decent shape so just a little of my jizz leaked out of him. I remained laying on my back and he lay on his stomach beside me. I checked my cock and saw a little blood on it, a good sign that his rectum had small tears in it that my virus could pass through into his bloodstream, We shot the shit but he didnt go into very much detail as to why he wanted to get pozzed other than some friends got pozzed and he wanted a handsome manly stud to knock him up and was glad I had seen his ad. To pass the time I straddled his face and lowered my ass so he could rim me. His talented tongue and mouth made my ass feel good. Half an hour later I was reloaded and ready to pump a second helping into his man-hungry ass. He got up and sucked on my dick. He did a decent job until it got too big for his mouth, as before, and then licked my shaft and caressed it while still sucking the head. "You can fuck me regular this time." he said as he lay on his stomach. I spat on his hole and then mounted him. His ass was still nice and tight and he still felt pain as I entered him. My dick felt good in his snug accommodating hole as I hilted myself and lay on his semi swarthy back. I began fucking him. This time I was in full control although I did go easy just to prolong my time in him to add more and varied thrusts and angles to further abrade and stretch his rectum. He felt increased pain but gritted his teeth and accepted it as he had when he sat on my pole. I was getting more excited at the thought of pumping a second deadly load up his receptive sore ass. I gripped his upper arms and began pounding him, brutally snapping my hips a few times to further tear him up inside and pump more pain up him. He did beg me to take it easy but I merely toned it down a little owing to my desire to keep myself turned on more. I fucked in sometimes jerky movements, excited at how good I felt fucking and dominating him, using him for my sexual pleasure. I finally hit my urges, my dick getting ready to shoot. I fucked him harder, faster, my pelvis slapping his ass and then felt my jizz well up from my balls and into my dick. I hilted myself and then pumped his ass faster and began pumping my second load of nasty HIV up his no-longer virgin tunnel. I hilted myself again as my dick spasmed in extacy pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into him for my initial volley of what seemed like a dozen spurts and then resumed my thrusting, slamming my dick home a few more times and then laying on his back rocking my pelvis to keep my dick thrusting in his hole and occasionally snapping my hips to slam it home to zark-off the last of my load and force my sperms and their viral load into him through his torn rectal walls, as well as keep up that great feeling my dick felt from my continued thrusts, a nice feeling that was amplified because each thrust of my dick in him further wore out his chute to force more of my dirty virus into his system. "Are you sure you're positive?" he asked. "You'll find out soon enough in a couple of weeks or so." I happily replied with a grin, referring to the AIDS flu he would be getting. I thrust again, my dick still feeling good. I remained on his back for about fifteen minutes, still rocking my pelvis thrusting in him until my dick petered out and came out of him. I dismounted and got up. I checked his hole and my dick, both of which showed noticeably more blood than from my first piece of his ass. I also saw his cum on the bedsheet, the tell-tale that I turned him on big time. "That was a good piece of ass. Want to suck it clean?" I asked. He got up, sat on the side of the bed and took my cock into his mouth and hugged my waist as he sucked and licked it for a couple of minutes. His mouth was talented not to mention his humming in delight so my dick was getting hard as well as clean. He then sucked off of it and kissed my cockhead and then my sweaty balls. He stood up and hugged me tight as I hugged him back. "Thanks for the great fucking. You're my kind of stud. I wish I could suck a dick as big as yours!" he gushed. We then started getting dressed. "I can call you in two or three weeks if you like." I told him as I buckled my belt. "Yes. I'll tell you if it worked. Thanks for the great fucking" he replied. We bid each other goodbye and I headed back out. I caught a Montabello Municipal bus, transferred to the L.A. bus and headed home. After arriving home I took a shower before fixing dinner since I didnt plan on nutting any more that night. I called Leonard three weeks later but didnt get ahold of him for a couple of days. He was finally home and answered the phone himself that time. He did have the flu and felt like he had been jumped in an alley and beaten good. I told him that was how I felt after I caught it and he asked me how I caught it. I told him it was by blood transmission from a fight and that the guy who picked the fight with me must have been poz. I called him a couple of months later. He had no further problems but knew that in a few years his body would be ravaged. I told him about taking the required meds and he said he was working with a doctor at a health clinic in Hollywood. I fucked his ass a few more times as well as enjoyed his rimming talents. He subsequently spread my virus to a few, mostly ones he disliked, and a decade later was in ill health due to his slacking off on his meds regimen. I myself was taking mine religiously so I was still in good health and reached Social Security age which I started collecting at 62. I lost contact with Leonard after a decade and a half, as with most of my other conquests over time. I have a guy I fuck regularly, someone I knocked up a decade previously in a bar mensroom. He's also good at sucking my larger than average cock, a talent most guys with smaller mouths have a hard time doing.
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Guys this will probably sound like the craziest thing you have seen on here but this is 100% true and im seeking any answers or help! Since I was 20, if I dont get fucked for a long period of time the insides of my ass feel like they are swelling, similar to a water balloon. The more time I go without getting fucked, the worse it gets, cumming also makes the pain spike! About two years ago I found I have a genetic arthritis that went active called Reiter's Syndrome. Since then almost as if clock work, if I dont get fucked every two weeks or so, the pain come back and so bad that I fall the floor screaming, doing this at work is not fun, and my doctor has told me only prostate massage will help. Ive tried dildos, glass toys, even shower shots and no help with the pain. However, a good fucking especially raw, takes all the pain away (including in the soles of my feet) kinda with a light tingling and will hold me over for again about two weeks. I have been to the ER twice now and have felt humiliated telling the doctors that only fucking will help, they believe me but just pump me full of pain killers for the moment then send me away. A San Francisco General's ER doc, rheumatologist, urolgist, and my normal clinic MD HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO DO Please understand that this would be great if I had a soild boyfriend, insurance that would pay for essorts, or if San Francisco was not over populated with bottoms or gay men who dont find bareback bear cubs attractive HAS ANYONE HEARD OF THIS? ANY IDEAS OF HELP WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED, currently in a lot of pain and headed back to my doc in the morning!!!!
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Hey guys! I am new I am total bottom though not experienced. I love really hard porn! Peto, Jiggy man and cutlerx are like my heroes! Was wondering if you guys know of /can recommend any hard fucking porn that shows the bottom in pain or just generally hard pounding porn? -
Fuck me raw & hard, & hurt me harder.......Any sexual sadists out there who like to seed & beat their pig at the same time? I gotta explore this need to be beaten, whipped, punched, slapped, degraded, humiliated & dehumanized. Any MEAN fuckers out there wanna fuck me bloody & beat me bloody too?
