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I had known Dennis since grade school. He was a bully who got his jollies picking on other kids who werent in his clique or who werent 'street smart'. He had said one time back then that when we grew up he'd be in big business and I'd be a penniless hobo. Only part of his bullshit was right in that he worked for a large company, but as a flunkee. I myself was making a good living in used auto parts, working in a junkyard with other men. By then I had grown from the skinny grade school snotnose to a good strong man over 6' tall and over 200 lb. with good size manly hands, wearing glasses and sporting a beard. Dennis had been slightly bigger than me when we were kids but his smoking, drinking too much coffee and other caffeine, boozing binges and a couple of stints with drugs had stunted his growth so I ended up surpassing him when we were high school age. I had no idea that Dennis would be queer. The only thing I had heard about him was once several years after we'd graduated grade school that he had done time in the state juvenile correctional facility. I knew I'd be gay in high school and came out after my first year at trade school right after my nineteenth birthday. It was a decade later when I had that disasterous sex. Unfortunately for me I had taken seconds after a poz guy in a diseased asshole about an hour after some errant cocksucker had cut my dick with a snaggle-tooth. The virus from the stud's cum and likely from the cocksucker and the asshole I fucked infected me through that cut in my dick. I ended up on the drug cocktail regimen and a diet designed to keep me nourished so I wouldnt waste away. A couple of years after that fateful night of sex I was at a Pride fest when I saw someone vaguely familiar. He resembled Dennis so I decided that I would use him as a surrogate and fuck him so I could fantasize I was taking care of long unfinished business by fucking Dennis himself. I gradually made my way toward him and got behind him in a line at a concession stand. Someone tried to cut in line and I said, "Just like at a summer camp when a punk cut in the canteen line." as a leather bear removed the offender from his stolen spot and marched him to the back of the line. "Yeah, I remember that, used to do it myself." the Dennis guy replied. His voice sounded like an adult version of his teenage voice. We got to talking and I managed to find out that he was more a bottom and that he was fearful of catching AIDs but disliked condoms. "I could use a piece of ass." I said. "What's your status?" he asked. "As far as I know, neg." I lied. I was closer to my goal when he asked me to join him somewhere decently private. The cheap hourly motel near the festival was full and charging twice the usual rates so we caught the bus to his place which was a nicely appointed apartment. "I'm strictly a Top but I can jerk you off if you like." I told him. "I might cum when you fuck me so it's no problem. There's plenty nelliequeens I can get off in." he replied. That was fine with me. He said he had to take a leak and check his hole so while he was in the john I did a quick lookaround but didnt see anything with his name on it. He came out naked about five minutes later and asked to see my dick. I opened my fly and took it out. He dropped to his knees, kissed it and sucked it into his mouth. He seemed pleased that mine was bigger than his. After he sucked it hard I stripped and he sucked it back to full hardness. I couldnt wait to enter his ass and pump my aids up it. He offered me a choice of lubes, I chose the petroleum jelly over the Ky. He lay a pillow crosswise in the center of the bed, lay prone on the bed with the pillow under his crotch and spread his legs wide while I greased up. I was a little dismayed to see a bottle of poppers on his nightstand. I hoped he wouldnt use it to relax his rectum. I wanted it tight around my dick both for the snugger feeling and to maximize the damage my dick would do to his cunt. I started by bracing myself with a hand on his lower back and shoving a lightly-lubed finger up his ass to check his tightness. He was somewhere between a virgin ans average, closer to average. I pumped my finger in him while twisting my wrist and pulled it out. There was a slight bit of blood on it. "I last a long time so it'll take a while before I even get near cumming." I lied. He said that was OK and that he would enjoy getting his asshole internally massaged even if I didnt cum and asked me to pull out before I started cumming. Once I was ready I spat on his asshole, mounted him and shoved my dick right in, none of that slow shit I reserved for guys I liked. He flinched as he realized my dick was a bit bigger than most he took up his ass. I hilted myself, pulled almost out and slammed it home a couple of times with a snap of my hips to stretch his rectum inside before it got too lubed and opened up and then began fucking him, starting at two thrusts per second. He endured the pain of my self-centered fucking as I took my pleasure using my dick to tear up his rectum, knowing how my superior size aided in rending fissures in his inner wall which would pass my virus into his bloodstream. As I set up my tempo he again asked me to pull out before I started cumming. I kept the sarcasm out of my voice as I assured him that I would. Of course I had no intention of wasting my virus-laden sperms by pulling out. I drilled that asshole, keeping up my tempo which I gradually increased to almost three thrusts per second as I neared climax, It had worked on two previous assholes, my medium to fast thrusting making it next to impossible for the assholes to know when my dick was spurting my diseased spunk inside their defenseless holes when I cummed. I began working up a sweat and breathing hard as I kept up my pace enjoying how good my dick felt further tearing his relatively tight hole and grinned to myself knowing how much I would change his life when I got my rocks off in him.. I gripped his upper arms, mostly to prevent him from reaching for his poppers, and soldiered on. Almost ten minutes later I was breathing hard and beginning to work up a sweat. It was a good sports sweat, appropriate because sex is a contact sport, my favorite especially being the winner conquering yet another loser. My dick was getting more excited as I steadily thrust, gradually increasing my tempo from two to just about three thrusts per second as I neared my goal, my athletic loins honed from running and biking working to keep up the pace. My dick was getting closer but I maintained the pace, neither rapidly speeding up nor slowing down nor altering stroke length. I had practiced this in my college days where I had really nice orgasms with slow steady thrusting but stealthseeding assholes required speed to keep the asshole from feeling the pulsing of ejaculation. My dick was getting ready, that feeling just before ejaculation coming on. I controlled any jerkiness in my movements as I fucked him at near three thrusts per second. Less than a minute later my dick spewed forth my diseased load as I maintained the pace, my dick sending waves of that ultimate feeling of the male orgasm to my brain, compounded by knowing my fucking and sperms were carrying my HIV into Dennis' asshole and then into his bloodstream. The intense pleasure and great feeling my dick and I enjoyed seemed to last a few seconds longer than usual as I kept thrusting. About a minute later my balls were empty, my sperms swimming up Dennis' fuck tunnel as I controlled my post-ejaculatory jerking while I kept thrusting to mash and force my sperms and virus into his rectal walls. I wanted to thrust until either the lubrication provided by my cum wore off and dried up or my dick got too soft to continue thrusting. Fortunately for me but unfortunately for him my dick stayed hard longer than usual due to being turned on by pozzing someone on my shitlist and after a few more minutes I could feel the resistance increase from what it was as I soldierd on. I grinned to myself knowing every stroke was further tearing his anal walls and pushing my cum and HIV into his system. A few minutes later my dick finally petered-out and came out of his ass, too soft to reenter. I rested on his back and lied that I hadnt cummed when he asked. I knew that most of my cum was mashed into his asshole and my virus was now in his bloodstream. I normally liked the assholes I fucked to suck my dick clean but in situations like this where the punk could taste cum I omitted that part. Instead I did dismount and "apologize" for "not being able to cum" as I got dressed. I normally washed my dick off if the assholes didnt suck it clean before getting dressed but I knew too many strangers would go through my pants pockets as soon as I was out of sight. I checked my dick before pulling up my shorts. It had traces of pink on it indicating I had made him bleed beyond what I had accomplished with my finger and fingernail. Dennis got up and asked me if I wanted to take a shower but I declined and finished getting dressed, telling him I had a date I was likely already late for. He mentioned his hole was a bit sore and I said my shaft was slightly sore but I still felt good thrusting in him "even if I didnt cum". After I finished getting dressed I let him hug and kiss me goodbye before letting myself out. I left and headed to the bus stop, checking my pockets on the way to make sure everything was still in them including my wallet which I also checked to make sure everything was still in it. Satisfied I pocketed it and waited for the bus. I didnt hear anything about that asshole for years after the fucking but come our twentieth high school reunion I decided to attend just to find out anything about Dennis as well as maybe see a couple of my old friends. An hour into the reunion I hit paydirt. One of my friends mentioned Dennis being sick and suffering from the virus mainly because he hadnt been diligent about taking his meds. I was glad I was wearing somewhat baggy jeans because my dick started hardening and precumming in them. I also found out that a couple other gay and bi guys, a straight guy and some women had caught the virus as well. Then found out a couple of the guys I knew, one who was a friend, another I never had contact with, were gay or bi and poz. My hard dick needed relief and I managed to convince my poz friend to put out to me. We found a private place where I let him suck on my dick, then he dropped his pants, bent-over and I fucked him. It turned out he had been fucked before leaving his motel room for the reunion so he was pre-lubed. Remembering what I had done to Dennis hastened my orgasm making me feel good as I nutted in my friend. My knees shook alittle as they sometimes did when I nutted standing up. "Man you're a good stud!" he gushed as I pulled out and he knelt to suck my dick clean. I never disclosed whether or not I had actually pozzed Dennis, partly because often someone else beats you to it which means that if you think you may have been the stud, someone else may have pozzed the asshole a day or a week before you got your piece of him. I was more sure that that punk was indeed Dennis than whether or not it was my seed that knocked him up. Because I didnt see him after the fuck there was no way to find out if the strain of virus he had was the same one I'd pumped into him. Overall the reunion was fruitful both because I found out an asshole on my shitlist was pozzed, likely from my dick, and I scored a piece of a friend I hadnt seen since our high school graduation. Every once in a while if I hadnt scored I'd masturbate thinking of how I pozzed Dennis and how sickly he became due to shirking his meds as it progressed as well as the other assholes I also took immense pleasure in converting by feeling the power of my penis when I ejaculated in them. One guy said pozzing an asshole was one way to get revenge and settle decades-old scores. I dont necessarily advocate it although the fictional story is sure to get some dicks hard and oozing precum especially for those who had been bullied in their youth.
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I was a horny young man whose dick stood at a more or less rigid angle so the tip of my 7" was a mere couple of inches from my belly when rock hard. This condition lasted until my mid to late twenties when I became more comfortable at a more horizontal angle. Getting sucked was hard unless the cocksucker lay on his back, hanging his head over the side of the bed so I could lean over him and fuck his mouth and throat, my sweaty balls laying and sliding over his nose. Anal was easier. I simply had the bottom lay on his stomach and I lay on his back and fuck him. It was comfortable for me and the bottoms liked it because I weighed less than 200 lbs. I had also fucked someone when we were standing up: he stood fully upright instead of bending-over as most assholes do when getting fucked standing up. We didn't complete the fuck at that time because we were in an open area, so we went to his place which was nearby so I could finish fucking him and get my rocks off in his ass. One fine Fourth of July when I was 22 my then lover and I had gone to a church picnic. The nice part was that few children attended and there was two restrooms, one for adults only, and another one on the other side of the expansive park marked "Families." I had been shooting the shit with Dave, a handome blond guy of 25 when we both had to take a piss. We went to the adults men's room, our cheap rubber flip-flops making noise as we walked, and we pissed in the trough urinal, then we started hugging. Dave then dropped to his knees and sucked on my dick which hardened in his mouth so I was at attention. He kissed it, and when he stood up I said "You have a great head on your shoulders." "I want to get fucked" was his reply. "Got lube?" I asked. He said he had been fucked a couple of hours before and the man's cum should still be in there. We didn't have any place to lay down and fuck so, I decided to just have him lean up against the concrete wall. Dave dropped his pants, stepped out of one leg and spread his legs a bit apart. I spat on his hole, stepped up close and shoved my dick up his ass. My love-missile rocketed up him as he grunted in appreciation for my stud services. I hilted myself and fucked him fast and good, holding his shoulders as I made love to him. I had read about a large manly jocker "performing a brutal act of sodomy in his punk up against the wall" in prison and thought of myself as the studly fucker putting his meat to his punk, using him for his sexual enjoyment as well as establishing himself as the man in the relationship while putting the punk in his place, in my mind, as a guy not worthy of being called a man. My pelvis rocked steadily, driving my dick back and forth in Dave's asshole as I fucked him with gay abandon. My dick felt good as I shifted my hands to his hips to steady us and get as much meat as possible up his ass with each thrust. I fucked him faster, harder, asserting my manhood and the fella's lack of manliness as my dick felt better and better. I then began counting down as I got close to cumming. I got my urges and then slammed it home and hilted myself as I began cumming in his ass in powerful rapid-fire spurts, the fireworks going off in both our heads as my prick pumped spunk up Dave's ass and my pleasure. Dave arched his back to get as much of my dick in his ass as possible and then I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few times. I then rested as my dick finished pulsating with pleasure inside him and he lovingly massaged it with his talented ass muscles. A fat older balding man with a beard and glasses walked in and Dave glanced around and extended a greeting. "Who's the latest stud?" the man then asked, to which Dave replied "This is Hank" and introduced me to the older guy, named Ken, continuing to explain Ken had fucked Dave just a couple of hours earlier, so I had, in effect, used Ken's cum as lube. We men shook hands and I thanked him for his cum, and it had served as great lube. Ken and I then kissed and I disengaged from Dave, who who then sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my balls. Ken and I then embraced and french kissed while he used Dave's mouth instead of the urinal. Then we all disengaged. Ken and I left Dave on his own - until the next time we needed relief.
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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.
