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Earl the 22 year old fairy was slender, sported long bleached hair and no facial hair, wore no glasses and had manicured nails like a woman. He looked like a titless broad. I was a couple of inches taller at 6' and 50 lbs. heavier at 200 even. I was twice his age, balding, bearded, wore my classic mens hornrim style glasses which I preferred over the wire frames men started wearing in the early 1970's. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. I had a buddy who was similar to me in height and age but he weighed 250, his glasses had the tortoise shell coloring and he had brown straight hair, just a mustache, and he bit his nails. We were in our early forties. Like me Darrel was a Top. Earl acted like he wanted to be pozzed. I had fucked a punk that Darrel had fucked but didnt know Darren had been pozzed by another 'hole he had fucked. I caught the "aids flu" almost a couple of weeks later. Darrel and I had just come from the aids clinic and saw Earl who then cruised us. "Looks ike a queen in heat." I said gesturing to the blond fairy sitting on a bench. "I'd like to pump my aids up that twat." replied Darrel as he reached under his gut and grabbed his crotch. "I'm with ya." I told him and kissed him. We walked over to the queen. "Hi fella." I said as Darrel grinned. "Hi there!" the fella gushed. We set our asses on the bench next to him and began talking. Earl gave us the limp wrist when we shook hands introducing ourselves. He than asked us if we fucked ass. I proudly said that I enjoyed fucking ass and mouth as well as getting rimmed and my sweaty feet orally serviced. Darrel was similar to me in tastes but also liked feeding his dick cheeze to cocksuckers although he didnt tell Earl that. We ended up going to the cheap motel where our buddy Hank took many of his conquests. "Hi Dave." I said to Dave the desk clerk and landlord of the motel. "Hi studs. Adding another conquest to your guns?" he replied as we shook hands, his manly nailbitten fingers feeling good in my hand. He shook hands longer with Darrel and they kissed. Dave's obese wife was oblivious to us, her mind buried in the latest trash novel she was reading in the room behind the office. I then kissed Dave and took the room key he handed me while he took the money from Earl. Once in the room we all stripped and Earl started things off right by kneeling and kissing our dicks and noticed Darren's foreskin. He sucked the man's cock and licked smegma from under his foreskin, swallowing it while humming in delight. Darrel thrust a few times out of manly instinct as the fairy sucked his dick clean. We men hugged and french kissed while Earl did his duty beneath my buddy's modest gut. Darrel skinned his hood back in Earl's mouth so the the poof could eat the rest of his cheeze. My dick was hardening as we men shared man to man affection with Earl eating my fellow stud's smegma. Earl then sucked off of the man's dick and kissed it. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Earl offered. "How tight are you?" I asked him. He said he had lost his anal cherry two months before and had been raped a month later. It turned out one of my friends had raped him. He saw my boner harden more so Darrel told me to go first. Earl switched his position from under Darrel's gut to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked a while, inhaling my crotch odors while humming in delight, then opened wide, pulled back and kissed my spitty dick. Earl pulled back the covers on the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. Darrel and I spat on his hole and I mounted him. "You better bite the pillow." I warned him. He obliged and I put my dick to his hole. He winced as I let my weight drive it in. He whined, shook and shuddered as my stiff prick forced its way into his sphincters. My dick then popped through and he stifled a scream as I continued on up his ass and hilted myself. I had him pinned and he asked me if I had aids. "Yes." I replied with a grin that Darrel returned. "Please pull out. I dont want it. Please!" he whined. "Fuck you. Once I'm in I fuck and cum. You should have asked at the Center, not wait until after my dick's in you." I told him in no uncertain terms as I brutally thrust twice and then flexed my hilted love muscle deep inside his still tight hole. The rape laws in this state applied only to men raping women and even if Earl was a woman, the law at the time stated that once a woman consented to penetration and the man had entered he has the right to fuck and cum before having to pull out. I began fucking the fairy who screamed and cursed us. Darrel stuffed our dirty socks we'd worn for a few days into the poof's mouth and held them as the poof struggled under me. I held his wrists as he tried to ineffectually kick. I thrust in his ass as he tried to resist my dick. I was having a ball performing one of my more difficult conquests because I was winning. The more he tried to wiggle his ass the more action my dick got in it as my loins joyfully pumped pain into him with my powerful-feeling prick. I was sweating and breathing hard as I thrust in him, my pelvis rocking back and forth driving my hard seven inches deep with each thrust. I had to jab my thick nails into his wrists to help still him as I took the piece of ass he owed me. Darrel was still holding the back of his head with one hand and our stinky socks in his mouth with the other. I kissed Darrel's masculine hand and soldiered on, my hips taking over as earl sobbed, knowing he was defeated and his fate sealed after putting up a futile fight to save himself from my deadly aids-gun and its poison sperm-bullets. "Take it you fuckin' bitch. Make my dick feel good!" I growled as sweat dripped from my brow into my glasses. "You're doing good my friend." Darrel said as I drilled the asshole. My dick was feeling really good tearing up the nice tight twat. I jack-hammered and then told the punk, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I rammed it in with a series of brutal hip-snaps and hilted myself as my intial volley of half a dozen deadly spurts of pleasure erupted from my powerful penis into his sore hole. I then thrust a few more times, my pevis slapping his ass with each quick full thrust of my joy-filled penis, and then lay on and in him, satiated, as the last of my sperms carried their toxic load from my dick into his rectal walls. "Excellent job stud." Darrel said as we kissed. I then thrust some more to zark-off the last of my spunk into Earl who lay limp under me sobbing feeling sorry for himself. "You hard?" I adled Darrel. "Fuck, I have a diamond-cutter here. Let me at 'im." he replied. I pulled my spent love-shaft from the asshole who seemed relieved and took over holding his head and mouth. "Dont pull anything bitch." I told Earl who obeyed, fearing we'd just make things harder. Darrel mounted him and found his target. He slid his dick right in and began fucking. Watching my heavy buddy fuck that asshole in my cum was a turnon, especially knowing he'd also pump his deadly load up him. Being intact, Darrel' was able to cum sooner than I did although he was also turned on by fucking in my cum. I myself had taken seconds after him a few times which reduced the time I needed to get my rocks off because I was always turned on fucking a hole he had just fucked and shot his load in. Darrel's fingertips bulged out from in front of of his bitten nails as he held Earl's wrists in a vise-like grip. He manfully fucked Earl who was defeated and knew his fate was sealed. Soon my partner was fucking harder, beginning to breathe hard and just start to sweat as he enjoyed himself. My own dick was starting to harden as Darrel fucked Earl faster and harder. The stud then grunted and hilted himself as his dick released his deadly load. "Man that feels so good spurtin' off in that cunt." Darrel happily exclaimed and thrust again as Earl struggled again at being called a cunt. I kept holding Earl's head as Darrel and I french kissed. "Time to pull out of this cunt but first I need to thrust some more in it." he added, pumping a few more strokes to force our sperms into the rips in Earl's rectal walls before yanking out. "Suck it clean!" Darrel ordered the poof who vehmently spat out the socks as soon as his head was released. Instead of obeying, the bitch spouted off a string of profanities and swung at us until Darrel restrained him and told him to go douche out his cunt. The perv obeyed then, going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Here, wipe that asshole's shit off with this." I said as I handed Darrel Earl's shirt. Darrel cleaned himself off and handed me the shirt. I wiped my dick on the remaining clean spot and threw it onto Earl's clothes and we got dressed. We headed to the door and Earl came out as we walked out the door. As it was, he got dressed except for his shirt and ran out looking for us. By that time we had dropped off the key and were gone. David later said the poof was pissed but knew not to bother looking for us. We were sad that the session had gone from glad to bad but were happy that we had completed our goal. Darrel later told me he'd heard that Earl had converted. We men hugged and french kissed as we caressed each other through our pants. We celebrated with Darrel jacking us off into some poof's mouth and pissing in it in an alley behind a bar.All in all the fairy had it cumming.
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Stud Roger's Gift to an Old Fat Queen
Tailgunner posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Phil the fat old queen with the permed bleached hair and clear nail polish didnt relish being recruited to play Santa at the restaurant where he cooked but relented under threat of firing by his craggy old skinny boss Sam. I was a regular customer there so I ended up getting picked to be his elf even though I was taller and overall bigger. The X-mas party was a yearly event for Sam's employees and the community. I was athletic, healthy-looking and still in decent shape at twenty-six, a good six feet tall, still over two hundred pounds and had been on my meds since testing poz over three years before. Before I was pozzed Sam and I had fucked one of his bus boys and a college grad waiter, who was another one of those aspiring actors, numerous times including having them suck us off and swallow our loads. The waiter quit after I pozzed him a week after I myself had been pozzed. Phil was negative, as was his lover. They were both in their mid fifties, his lover and him being monogamous for the two decades they'd been together. That monogamy and neg status would be broken that night. The party was a success with everyone but the boss, Danny and me drinking like fish. Danny worked in a junk yard, me in a metal fabrication shop. Danny was in his late thirties or early forties and slightly smaller than me. He too was poz and had serviced me both before and after I got poz. Phil had mentioned that his lover of two decades had a great cock for sucking because its small 5" didnt choke him but he wanted a decent size dick for his fat ass. I sported eight and a half HIV-shooting inches. Being cut I was able to shred an asshole if it wasnt fucked regularly by men at least my size. After the party was over we piled Phil into his car and Sam drove him home where Danny and I met them. We helped him in and stripped him in his bed. We lay him on his stomach and he thanked us. "You said you wanted a big one up your ass. You still want it?" I asked Phil. "You got my gift?" he gushed, his inhibitions completely washed away by his inebriated state. "Right here in my pants." I replied, grabbing and caressing my crotch. I added, "Any of you want a piece before I knock him off?" Sam said, "We lined her up twenty five years ago so I've had my piece." "You can have it Roger. Go ahead, I fucked a better piece in the mensroom." Danny added. I stripped and Danny knelt and sucked me hard and kissed my cockhead. I greased up and mounted the old queen. I found my target and entered. His hole was built for getting fucked. I could feel where his hole tightened past the first five inches. I grinned as I hilted myself in his fat ass and lay on his back. I then began fucking him. He was warm and comfortable to lay on while I had my piece of him. It was a good comfortable fuck as Sam and Danny softly cheered me on. My dick was feeling good in the old asshole as I smeared my precum inside his fissured rectum, piston-thrusting in him, grinning wide at what I'd do to him by ejaculating in him. I fucked harder, faster as I got my urges. I was feeling good, asserting my superior masculinity and pelvic power as I got ready for a really great feeling ejaculation in the old poof. My pelvis sometimes slapped the fat ass as I pile-drove and jack-hammered my gun in him. "What a stud! Look at him go." Sam exclaimed. "Yeah, he's getting close." Danny replied, Both men were rearranging their stiff cocks in their pants. I began pounding Phil so that his fat rippled with each thrust of my mighty shaft in him. "Ready or not. Here I Cum!" I growled as I slammed a few more thrusts in Phil's cunt hole and hilted myself as I spurted my HIV-laden spunk up the fat asshole, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I pumped my dirty AIDS up his helpless bug-virgin ass. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips, corkscrewed my dick in him to further rip his rectal walls and thrust a few more times. I hilted myself and lay on and in the punk while my dirty sperms carried their deadly load through his torn rectum into his bloodstream. Danny bent down to passionately french kiss me. "Great fuck. I could cum myself." Sam said, patting my shoulder. Danny added his praise and then Phil announced he had cummed. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before pulling my spent rod out of the drunken old fat asshole. We men hugged and kissed but only light peck on the lips since Sam was still neg. "OK Phil, suck it clean." I ordered him. Phil was still drunk as a skunk and attempted to roll onto his side but couldnt get up. I looked to see that he had indeed been turned on by me and by my dick up his ass. The little smear of his cum on his bedsheet was damning evidence of his desire to be bred by a real man. "I gotta go clean this asshole's shit off my dick." I said and went to the bathroom where I soaped-up a wash cloth to clean my meat. I noticed a few streaks of blood mixed in with the cum and streaks of shit Phil had left on my dick. I washed myself off and we got dressed and left. I returned to see Sam and Danny masturbating into Phil's open mouth. I kissed Danny as he spurted his load into the old queen's face and half-open mouth. Sam then added his load. Phil returned to work and worked a week and a half before feeling sick. A couple more days later he took off sick and was out for almost a month. His doctor knew the symptoms and tested him, giving him the bad news when the results came back. Phil burst into tears upon seeing me come in for lunch the day he returned to work and cussed me out until Sam slapped him across the back of his head and yelled at him. "I guess no celebration fuck for us." I told Sam when Phil went to the john to cool down. "The bitch asked for it. Drunk or sober, it's his problem he consented to get bare-fucked by someone he knew was poz. He owes you." Sam replied before throwing a bear-hug around me and kissing my cheek. I kissed him back on his cheek and we parted. "Roger you can celebrate-fuck me then." Danny said as the door closed behind him and he walked over to us. "I'd like that Dan." I replied and we hugged and kissed after he hugged Sam. Unlike Phil, Danny was fully sober and wanted my gift which I had given him for his birthday a couple years before this night. I had fucked him numerous times before getting pozzed but pumping my gift up his neg ass was one of my all time intense best-feeling orgasms. My cum in Phil's ass matched it. Phil came out of the mensroom, better-composed but still sobbing, and returned to the grill to get the lunch orders out. Over the next few years Phil lost weight but was taking his meds. His lover who was on the slender side had trouble keeping his weight on and stomaching his meds after catching the bug from him. Phil somehow got over his anger at me and cooled down after several months and Danny and I fucked him and his lover a few times. Danny seemed to get turned on when he saw the health of those he pozzed decline and often would masturbate or fuck someone after seeing the subsequent results of his pozzing. Being masculine men Roger and Danny always enjoyed asserting their superiority over effeminate and other less than masculine types and how great their dicks felt and made them feel when they pozzed aids-virgins, not to mention how turned on Danny got when Roger fucked him, especially the night he pozzed him. -
A holier than thou punk had been dissing and harassing the positives. We got tired of him and had told him to go play with his neg friends. He didnt really know me since I seldom was where he was. I was still healthy looking, almost forty, 6' tall, about 240, long shoulder length hair, glasses, and 7" of cut meat. I worked at a junk yard so I was usually greasy with callused hands and the dirt and grease under my nails was as dark as my glasses frames. The asshole was in his mid twenties with the maturity of a teenager. He had blond hair, unisex attire including dainty (unlike my classic mens hornrim type)glasses, wore earrings and other jewelry and sometimes did drugs but we saw no tracks on his arms. He was mostly versatile and his ass had been fucked by some big ones but he was never fisted. Someone said a couple of poz guys had fucked him but he had beat the odds. He was such a goddamn scumbag douche he wasnt worth the dirt my foot fetish friend licked from under my toenails when he sucked my sweaty feet. "Maybe he needs to get fisted and then fucked or at least dry-fucked." I said. "Good idea." replied someone nearby. They decided that it would be easier to dry fuck him than to get up a team to hold him down so someone could ram his fist up his ass which would be too tight to do quickly. Normally a new fistee would have to be fed quaads and stretched over a period of at least a week according to fisters I'd talked to. Rushing it could rip the asshole's sphincters and render him useless to most of us men who would later want a piece of his ass. I had fisted a few assholes but only ones that were already broken-in, given my full size hands. Anyway I liked the idea of ripping someone up with pelvic thrusts of my dick as I fucked him, pumping pain into him with my love weapon while my dick and I felt nothing but pleasure being a superior manly stud conquering some scumbag obviously inferior to me and other men, and the ultimate feeling when I ejaculated pumping my deadly AIDS in him while he cried feeling sorry for himself. I had done that to a virgin one although he was more or less wasted on dope and another asshole who had been fucked only by small-endowed men. Both of those assholes bled and I could have knocked them up had I been positive back then. We knew where the punk hung out and what kind of men turned him on. I was on the fringes of the kind of men he would service and my cut 7" was bigger than the usual 5" and 6" dicks he usually took although he had taken a nine and ten-inch when he could find one. That meant his hole was used to bigger ones and was less likely to get the tiny tears and fissurs that would let the virus into his system. My dick was up to it and I was one of the better-hung men as well as larger and stronger than the guy with the cut nine-inch I had shared a bug-chaser with. We knew that once I rammed it up the asshole and started pumping he would fight to get out from under me. The plan was to hang out in the bar the asshole frequented and if he didnt pick up a trick by the panic hour I'd try my luck cruising him and hopefully take him to a rented room we had set up and score. After three successive nights the plan actually worked. One night seemed a slow night for him and he seemed in heat. He was a versatile but often let the other guy fuck him first because he seemed to be in more pain if he got fucked after cumming or was less inclined to want to get fucked after he came. I would have liked to fuck him after he got off just to put more pain to him but then again I figured he might cum from getting fucked. I took a stool near him at half past one in the morning and as he sat dejectedly nursing his drink I fondled myself and he noticed. He nodded, I nodded back and he asked me if I was versatile. I replied I was even though I'm a Top and never intended to let anyone use me for a bottom. A few more words and he seemed resigned to settle for me and we left. We took a cab to what I said was my place and we went into the apartment. We hugged but I could tell he wasnt as attracted to me as he was to the younger more hip guys he preferred. He seemed even less attracted to me when he saw me in the light. At least he didnt try to bolt. If he did the team would come out of the walk-in closet and help hold him down if necessary. "Do you want to go first?" he asked. "Yes, I want to fuck you, then we can go from there." I replied as we stripped. He looked semi-athletic as well as his coiffed hair and dandy-like appearance which was quite a contrast to my plain blue collar with long hair look. We left our glasses and socks on although I would have loved to have him give my sweaty feet some oral service as well. "Suck it hard." I told him. He knelt and did as he was told. My dick felt good as I stood looking down on him while he sucked it to hardness. I hardened quickly in anticipation of what I would do to his ass. He left it wet as instructed and lay on his stomach on the bed. I stood behind him so he couldnt see that I was simply faking greasing up. I merely dribbled some of my own spit onto my dick and then spat on his asshole and mounted him. He seemed to feel the lack of sliminess but didnt say anything. I then let my weight drive it in. "Ow!" he whined as I forced my dick up his ass. I hilted myself in a couple of powerful thrusts as he whined and cussed me out. I lay on him pinning him down much like when I pinned a bug to a block of wood in a college freshman science class while he got used to my spit-lubed dick in him. I began fucking him and he squealed, "You ugly son of a bitch!" and tried to wiggle his ass side to side in a vain attempt to dislodge my dick from his hurting hole. I jabbed his ass cheeks with my thick thumbnails which caused him to cuss more but he kept still to avoid more jabs. "Fuck you!" I growled while punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. I then fucked him as harshly and brutally as I could including hip-snaps and full strokes but careful enough to keep it from slipping out of him. I also angled myself from side to side to tear the sides of his rectum as well as moved my pelvis up toward his head and down towards his feet to get the top and bottom of his rectum. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths as well working to get him bleeding inside. He felt it and fought but I was able to keep him under me with the help of grabbing his hips and sometimes his upper arms tighter, my thick nails which I kept cut straight across digging-in including drawing blood. That blood was minuscule compared to the blood I had coming out his rectal walls as I had a ball tearing him up inside before pumping for the kill. I felt his hole getting a little slicker and managed to raise myself up by grabbing his upper arms and looking back between my belly and his ass and saw what looked like streaks of blood on the exposed part of my dick which I then slammed back home before he got any ideas. I then lay on his back and began piston-thrusting in him, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I gradually sped up. My dick and my male ego were both feeling good as I pounded him into the bed. I was glad for the rubber sheet under the bedsheet knowing what was to be spilled including cum and blood. I let my pelvis take over, my dick going from pile-driving to jack-hammering him into the bed as I raced toward my climax. Pure happiness took over as I got closer and then it hit, I began pumping my powerful bullets of diseased cum into the asshole who seemd to be resigned that I now 'owned' him as I happily pumped my AIDS into him. I repeatedly rammed it home as the great feeling my dick enjoyed almost hurt because it felt so fucking good pulsing with that utmost intense pleasure, the male orgasm. I slammed it home until I was sure every last virus-carrying sperm cell had left my dick and was doing its work carrying my filthy deadly viral load through the rips in his anus into his bloodstream. I rested, catching my breath, as some sweat rolled off me onto him. I could feel a bit of sweat wetness between his back and my belly and chest. "Man, fuck that felt fucking fantastic! I cant remember the last time my dick felt that good. I'm so glad I fucked you." I exclained. The punk seemed to ignore it, seething in his own world of pain and misery having been fucked in more ways than one by a manly beefy self-centered stud nearly twice his age and masculinity. I corkscrewed my hips to stir my load in him and force more virus through his battered rectal walls into his bloodstream as well as add pain to him and pleasure to my penis which was still mostly hard. He cussed me out and told me to pull out. Again I said "Fuck you!' emphasized with two brutal thrusts and remained laying on and in him enjoying the afterfuck. I finally pulled out five munutes later, my dick pink with cum and blood and a little brown as well. He saw it and just about freaked knowing how much I tore him up inside. I would have liked to make him to suck it clean and make him drink my warm beer on tap but with his rage that was out of the question. Instead I turned my back to him and wiped my dick off on his shirt, then dropped it back onto his clothes. "I see you came." I said, noticing the white slime on the bed when he got up. Much as he objected to how I treated him I knew that I would turn him on enough that he would cum from getting fucked by me although he would never admit it. Many less-than-masculine bottoms seem to love being used like a cheap piece of cunt by us masculine Tops. I got dressed and he reluctantly did too. He said that he would never have sex with me again even though he likely knew he owed me a blowjob. He had thought it would be a nice session of versatility with maybe some 69ing and trading fucks and sucks but once I had him pinned to the bed with my dick he knew it was a different story. I quickly got dressed and watched as he got dressed. He then said a few choice words on his way out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as I made sure he was gone the team came out. "Great fuck Jim. You're a fuckin hero!" one guy said and hugged and kissed me. A series of hi-fives and slaps on the back along with more hugs and kisses finished the glee. We then headed home. A couple of weeks later I walked into our usual watering hole and Tom who was a bear a dozen years my senior threw a bear hug and french kiss on me and told me they had found out the punk was sick with the AIDS flu. "Good work stud, you did it!" he exclaimed and kissed me again. A round of hugs and kisses followed and one guy asked me to fuck his mouth which I did in the mensroom. I felt good being hailed as a hero for enjoying tearing up some asshole with my dick and having a really great feeling orgasm knocking him up with my deadly cum. A month later the punk tested positive. Another round of jubilation including a poz bottom who loved getting fucked by me, sucking my dick clean, drinking my piss and kissing my powerful dick and balls. A week after that a bug-chaser asked me to fuck him because he wanted a masculine stud to knock him up. I gladly pumped my aids up his ass. It was almost as great feeling an orgasm as when I fucked that punk two months before. The joys of fucking someone more ways than one. The punk's immaturity extended to his neglect of taking his meds properly. He got sick and last anyone heard he was bedridden in a hospice.
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Bruce was as stereotype a fairy as I'd ever seen. He was deliberately slender with a 29" waist that his type liked having, had long bleached hair, contact lenses, long nails out past his fingertips(even without the dead white on the ends his nails were longer than wide, the opposite of most of us mens' nails) sometimes with clear polish and never so much as a speck of dirt under them, no facial hair, wore what my lover called blouse-type shirts, pants that looked like womens' capris and various fag-shoes, slippers, sandals and other footwear he thought he could get away with that was unisex. His original first name wasn't Bruce but after a few years of using it he had it changed. Many said he looked like a flat-chested, or titless woman. In complete contrast I was and still am a normal man, standing a manly 6', weighted a manly 250, sported a crewcut, sometimes a flattop, full beard, normal mens' glasses, nails I'd bitten since turning eighteen and usually outlined in grease from my mechanic job, wore plain T-shirts, flannel shirts in the winter, jeans and my used lace-up steel-toed work boots that ended up as my off-duty footwear every year when I got new ones and maybe my dirty worn-out white plain rubber flip-flops when I went cruising for foot-fetish bottoms. My work attire was my lace-up steel-toe work boots which got replaced every year, the old ones being worn off duty, dark blue work pants and shirt which usually sported sweat stains by the afternoon in the summer, a dark blue cap, horn rim type safety glasses and sometimes work gloves when a job demanded it. I shagged Bruce at a sex club I sometimes went to for certain sexual acts I enjoyed. He was on his stomach on the mats in the lit orgy room getting his ass fucked by one man after another. "Let's fuck that queen." I said to my buddy who was also there to score some hole. We took our places in line and two men later it was my turn. The poof sucked the previous stud's dick clean, then he sucked mine to full hardness. I mounted him, slid my dick up the cum-filled asshole and fucked him. The fairy seemed still decently tight meaning he hadn't been fucked as much as others of his league. Ten minutes of sloshing-sounding fucking later I nutted in the cuntass. A few more thrusts and I withdrew and had him suck it clean. My buddy let the poof suck his dick to hardness and had his turn, nutting in a few minutes less than it took me to unload. He pulled out and we had the fairy suck his dick clean before sucking the next stud to full hardness. I wanted to give the "woman" a drink of my warm beer on tap but six more men were in line to fuck his/her ass. An hour later we saw the fairy swishing to the showers. I checked the mat floor where we'd fucked him and saw that he had licked up his cum. (S)he had cum twice from getting fucked. The team of us men spanned the demographics from college kids to a 65 year old; fat slobs, skinnny truck mechanic studs, a hippie, an ex-marine, trucker, accountant, homely old janitor, handsome aspiring movie star and a few other horny studs. "Ten or twelve men fucked that fag last week" a fat forty year old said as we lined up in the shower to give the poof golden showers or drinks of warm beer on tap. The line moved much faster for the piss action. I gave the fairy's face a golden shower, my buddy grabbed his ears, put his dick in his mouth and emptied his bladder. The poof tried to pull back but my buddy's dirty thick nails dug in forcing the fairy to accept his/her fate of a mouthful of man's piss. "Next time you're gonna blow me" I told Brucey who nodded but with little enthusiasm. We shot the shit with a couple of guys who said that Bruce had been raped. One of the guys claimed (bragged) he had joined three other men who raped him. After showering off our piss, the little cum-dump dried off and then swished to the locker room as a couple of men taunted him. My buddy and I went back to the orgy room to find another piece of ass to pump our second loads into.
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I was fat since my college days, the result of stuffing myself whenever I could between classes, homework and my part time job. I had taken my work vacation in December that year so I did a Santa gig at a mall for extra money when I was 28 but never went back after that year. The only good thing was wearing hip-waders under the pants of the Santa outfit because some of the snot-noses had accidents. The next gig was a couple of years later at a competing mall. This was a much better setup because the kids stood beside the throne instead of sitting in the Santa's lap when they told us what they wanted, the worst part being the ones who pulled the beard. My elf that year was a highschool girl who was competant at her job. The best part was the bonus I got at the end of the gig. My boss Cleland was fatter than me and had worked the gig himself years before and had set up the procedures there. Cle was also a bi Top who could still score ass as well as mouth. I had seen him cornholing some fairy in the mens' dressing room toward the end of that first gig. He smiled at me while still humping away once he saw that I was turned on. Not only that but after the poof sucked his dick clean he offered me seconds in the asshole which I gladly accepted. It was a great fuck in my manly boss' cum so I blew a really great feeling load in it. After the fella sucked my dick clean my big old boss and I hugged and french kissed each other. Cle wasnt anything near Hollywood handsome even when he was my age but his raw masculinity more than made up for it. He was a healthy sixty years old but could fuck like he was three or four decades younger. The second year Cle asked me back, adding that I'd get a male elf. I joked about if the elf was a cute blond. He said Danny had auditioned for the part and passed it the way the others did but that Danny cinched the job by sucking him off, swallowing his cum and kissing his cock. That second year at his mall was better than the first thanks to Cle hiring Danny. Danny worked well with me so we hit it off well. He was a thin petite blond who could have played Peter Pan and was sometimes mistaken for a titless woman. Most men had long hair in 1980 with Danny being no exception. I was fucking all kinds of men and fairies ranging from poofs like Danny to butch biker types and truckers who liked having a man's load up their asses to lubricate their insides on the long hauls. The first night of the gig with Danny was great. We had stripped in the dressing room and hung up our costumes. "Nice ass Danny." I'd said. "Thanks. Want some of it?" he replied. I lowered my shorts and showed him my hardening dick under my belly. He dropped to his knees and sucked it to full hardness. Although I tipped the scales at 280 on my 6' frame I sported just over 7" of cut meat. I would have liked to be uncut but the circumcision craze had swamped the country decades before. My only consolation was being able to pound ass harder without much chance of hurting my glans. After sucking my dick to hardness and kissing it Danny stripped off his shorts, bent-over and grabbed his ankles while I added some lube to his spit on my dick. I spat on his asshole, stood behind him, lined up my shot and shoved it right in. It was obvious that Danny's nineteen year old hole was no virgin. He hardly flinched as I slid right in and hilted myself. I flexed my love muscle inside him and made love to him him, my good sized nailbitten hands gripping his hips to keep us steady. I felt really good, a big fat masculine man conquering a masculinity-lacking little fairy. I soon was piston-thrusting in him and could tell he was enjoying it just as much as I was. My dick felt really good in that queen as I made love to him, my pelvis occasionally slapping his ass, my fat jiggling and rippling depending on how fast I was thrusting in him. Ten quick minutes later I was getting close, working up a sweat and breathing hard. I gripped his hips a bit tighter as I increased my pace in him. "Give it to me daddy! Pump your love into me!" he gushed. Just then I felt his hole tighten up a little around my dick and heard what sounded like cum hitting the concrete floor. I was fucking him good, my dick feeling its pre-climax. My balls began to draw up and I could feel my dick swell. I thrust faster and then shot my love deep inside him, holding him to me with my dick buried deep inside him, my pubes and his ass hairs mingling together in sweaty extacy as my dick spurted into his twat. I thrust a few more times to pump the rest into him and add to my pleasure. "Leave it in stud!." he gushed like a biker chick in heat. I held my position, my dick finishing throbbing in his ass. Just then I heard keys unlocking the door and yanked out of the asshole. It was a false alarm, as Cle came in grinning. "Suck his dick clean and then I'm having a piece." he told Danny who obliged. My dick felt good as the poof sucked it clean and swallowed the filth he'd left on it when I pulled out of him. He sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my scrotum while we men hugged and french kissed. Danny then turned to Cle who had his shirt off and his pants down. Danny sucked the six-decade old man's cock hard and left it wet as he had mine, then turned around and bent-over for the man who shoved his meat up his ass and began making love to him. I watched in fascination as the masculine fat mature stud made love to the young androgenous piece of hole. He pumped that hole for about fifteen minutes before adding his load to mine. We men french kissed while he held the punk's hips to his crotch and thrust a bit to pump the rest of his mature love into the hot cunt of an ass. A couple of minutes later we men disengaged and he pulled out of Danny who then turned around and sucked his dick clean before kissing it and his balls. Cle then told Danny to suck his dick again. Cle grinned as Danny's adams apple began bobbing up and down. It was obvious that Danny was not only a piece of cunt but a urinal. Cle was one helluva stud. After Danny sucked off of Cle's dick again and kissed it I put my dick in his mouth and took one of the most enjoyable pisses in recent years. Danny then kissed my dick and we all got dressed and punched out. The next night I was happy knowing I had a piece of cunt available when our shift started or ended. The only exception to what became a nightly piece of Danny was when one of the closet bi fathers of one of the kids wanted to swing on my meat. I had screwed a couple of them up the ass and one sucked me off the previous year, the only problem being that one of the ones I butt-fucked didnt suck my dick clean which meant I needed to wash my dick off in the shower. Fortunately there was a two-stall shower in each employee restroom off each of the dressing rooms. This year with Danny not only did I fuck a couple of fathers, a grandfather and an uncle up the ass but three men also shared Danny's ass or mouth with me. One was an older man who also wanted to hug and kiss me while Danny sucked each of us men off. That man's man to man affection added to my enjoyment of the fucks and sucks. Not only did I share Danny's holes with these men but Ed the old mall janitor also availed himself of a piece a few times. I was glad that Danny gave in to my demands to service the man who was what most called ugly as well as skinny. Ed and I had become friends the previous year when we first met after my first night as Santa. After a few sessions shooting the shit while I changed back into my civvies we found out each other liked to fuck men. We jacked off together that night and went out to a sex club the next night where we fucked a twenty-something twink type whom I also made suck our dicks clean. Ugly old Ed was more a man than the assholes who dissed him. I was very glad he began fucking Danny my second December at that mall job. Seeing the old man prove his manhood and get what he's entitled to and what lesser men owe more masculine men by making love to Danny up the ass as well as in the mouth made me feel good. I had Danny for myself most nights after work but Cle or Ed came in once or twice a week for a piece. I was turned on sharing his ass with fellow masculine men. Those nights sometimes I went first, other times Cle or Ed went first. I liked it both ways because taking seconds after someone I liked always added to my enjoyment of the piece of ass as well as watching someone fuck in my cum. By sharing Danny's holes with these studs and other men it helped build up their egos and sense of self-worth as well as provided a male bonding experience for all of us men. Ed seemed happier and to keep himself up better as the season progressed. Cle was always on top of the world but even more so when he made love to someone's ass or mouth, got rimmed or when someone orally serviced his often sweaty feet. Cle also introduced Ed and myself to the pleasures of getting off on someone licking and sucking our feet. Oral foot fetish is great foreplay, usually getting my dick hard for boning ass. We fucked Danny a few times after Christmas was over. He got to like older men and chubbys and ended up prefering servicing men like us over guys his age. Of course guys his age who lacked masculinity were fair game for his dick but he also let a couple of old aunties suck him off. Danny was available the next year as well so I pumped love up his ass and sometimes his mouth two years in a row. Ed still worked at the mall so we had some great times together fucking Danny, as did Cle and I. A few months later Danny moved to the west coast to work in the entertianment industry with a friend he'd met at a sex club. As with women in the trade, he slept his way up the ladder taking countless loads of love from numerous men in the industry. Danny had returned on vacation and bragged about his position. I made love to him and noticed how looser he was than when I'd last shagged him. I almost had to finish in his mouth.The human ass was made bot for shitting and for getting fucked or rimmed. Fuck wisely and safely.