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I had a wonderful and varied sex life putting my uncut meat and cheeze to about 25 new bottoms and verastiles per year. It was surprising mainly because I was another short fat dude with a small penis but unlike Carl who was cut and bit his nails I was uncut and never bit my nails nor cleaned them often. I worked in various automotive fields, mostly parts. I worked in a rebuilding plant, an auto parts store and later a junkyard where we stripped cars and trucks and sorted the parts for sale, selling to rebuilders or scrapping. My callused rough strong hands and thick nails also facilitated holding some bottoms in place while I fucked them although most were willing to get their heads under my beer belly and suck my small cock or loved taking it up their asses for an easy painless or low pain fucking. I was shooting about a load a night on the average but slowed down in my forties. As I approached my fifties I began experiencing erectile problems. I couldnt get as hard as I used to so I was limited to oral and masturbating unless I fucked really loose assholes. I had the option of the then new erection pills or fucking women whose cunts were stretched out by having too many kids but that was about as appealing as fucking a shoe and I had heard about the pills causing blindness. As I turned fifty I was sucked off by someone who had a tongue piercing which scraped my dick enough to make it bleed. Turned out that cocksucker had just sucked off a poz cock, much of the man's cum remaining in his mouth when he sucked my dick. The virus from that poz jizz entered me through that cut on my dick. I got that horrible flu two or three weeks later and was knocked for a loop. I had to take a couple of weeks off from work which didnt please my boss at all. I then had little sex life other than jacking off or getting blowjobs from poz cocksuckers. It was OK and satisfied my needs for getting off and then I met a poz guy with a loose ass and had a ball fucking him. Much as I loved feeding my cheeze and cum to cocksuckers and using their mouths as urinals I also still loved to fuck ass. After the fourth or fifth time I fucked him he told me about how great he felt when he pozzed someone, how really good his dick felt when he pumped his deadly poisoned jizz up a negative asshole. I was jazzed and decided to find an eligable hole to infect. My problem was finding a neg hole that was stretched enough to allow my semi-hard to penetrate him. I finally met someone named Doug at a social club. Doug was in his mid twenties, on the slender side with long black hair and clean-shaven. He had been careful about who he let fuck him and made sure they wore condoms or at least pulled out before cumming. He would let some finish in his mouth and swallow their loads. We got together and I used his mouth a few times and he developed a bond with me because he was also part "mouse" in that he liked eating a man's dick cheeze too. One day he said he wanted me to knock him up. I had put my dick in his ass a few times and fucked but honored his wishes to cum in his mouth. He then admitted that he got fisted a few times by men with small hands who kept their nails clipped or bitten to the nubs so he didnt have to worry about nails cutting his rectum. I remembered my buddy Jim at the junk yard bragging how he pozzed a difficult to infect fist-fuck bottom asshole by fisting him and slicing-up his rectum inside with his nails first. I had the nails for the job and like Jim had let them grow a little longer and then clipped them straight across so their sharp corners could help them do their job inside Doug's ass as Jim's had in some of the assholes he pozzed. Doug had seen my nails grow out over the next couple of weeks til they went past my fingertips. He went and got tested and had what would be his last neg test result. Once he had his results that he was still neg we made a date for that afternoon and after getting home I cut my nails straight across. That afternoon Doug noticed I had cut them straight across. "Yeah, they were getting a bit too long." I replied. I didnt mention anything about the reason why I let em grow longer so I could cut them the way I did but he'd likely figure it out soon enough. "Dont you ever clean 'em?" he then asked. "If I do they just get dirty again just as soon as I punch-in and start work at the junk yard." I replied. After we stripped and he lay on his stomach on his bed. "I'm gonna just grease your hole a bit so my dick will slide a little better." I told him and greased my index finger, skinned my hood back and scooped some smegma from there with the nail of my index finger and then shoved that finger up his hole. I extended fully it so it curved backwards alittle and rotated my wrist a dozen or so times to cut his rectum a bit, then I crooked that finger to a ninety-degree angle and rotated my wrist another half dozen times, doing more slicing. I then straigtened it out again as before and pumped it in his ass a few times, my nail cutting into his rectum with each thrust as I rotated my wrist while thrusting. He seemed concerned but then again he wanted to get pozzed by me as much as I wanted to poz him. I was taking advantage of the fact that a hole cant really feel inside itself past the anal ring sphincter muscles. I pulled my finger out. It had blood on it and the bit of smegma I had under the nail was gone so my dirty sharp nail had done its job in him. Seeing what I had done to his asshole inside my dick was boned, seemingly more than it had been in years without even having to get sucked on. I added some grease to it and mounted Doug who seemed to shiver in anticipation. I put it to his hole and then shoved it in. I lay on his back, my dick in him to my nuts, and then I fucked him. Being intact I was able to fuck him for less than ten minutes but those minutes were very enjoyable for me, especially as I neared my orgasm. I fucked him faster and a little harder and then my dick welled-up with that really great feeling. I ejaculated inside him as my penis spasmed with the ultimate pleasure, a pleasure I hadnt felt that intense since I had fed some cocksucker my smegma and fucked and cummed in his mouth when I was in college. I let my dick shoot its initial volley of over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of death-seed, rested almost a minute and then began thrusting again to mix it into his innards and force my infection-carrying sperms into the cuts in his love-tunnel walls. My dick felt alive like a dangerous snake pumping its deadly venom into its prey. I let my hips do their thing as my loins propelled my prick in his ass like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. I almost couldnt believe how good my over half-century-old dick felt as I filled Doug with my deadly dick-shot death-venom. I rested on his back, my dirty dick still buried inside him. "That's the best fuck I got since I met that biker!" he gushed as he arched his back and tried massaging my dick with the muscles of his loose ass.. "You're the best feeling piece of ass I've had in the last two decades." I answered and thrust again. "Leave it in stud!" he added. I did and took a short nap before my dick finally shriveled completely and came out as I shifted my position. I stood up beside the bed. He got up, knelt before me and lovingly sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my scrotum. He then sucked my index finger and kissed its nail as well. "If this takes hands like yours will be my next fetish." he said as we headed to the bathroom. "Piss in my mouth." he begged as we stepped into the bathtub. "I'll be glad to." I said as I he knelt before me. I put my penis in his mouth and took a very pleasurable piss which he drank all of, then he sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry the way he had after I pulled it out of his ass. He kissed it and thanked me for a wonderful time. I got dressed and left his place. I stopped at the local mixed-sexuality watering hole I sometimes frequented and had a beer to celebrate the great feeling orgasm I had pozzing Doug's ass. I saw him a few times over the next couple of weeks and then he called me saying he felt as if he had been beaten up by a team of bikers. He had finally caught the HIV flu courtesy of my finger, its nail and my HIV-shooting dick. I helped him each day through his flu and when he finished getting over the flu and started feeling good a month later he got tested. When his results came back positive he hugged and passionately french-kissed me. He took me out to dinner and a show which was a dirty movie at the adult cinema on gay night. We held hands and he caressed mine, kissed it and then sucked me off, swallowed my load and kissed my dick. I wondered if he was falling in love with me. Doug wasnt a one man hole. While he still occasionally serviced my meat, rimmed me, drank my piss and even orally serviced my feet when I got off work, he was also taking loads from any man who looked and acted masculine and was passing my bug to other neg holes who looked and/or acted effeminate.This exposes an example of how long fingernails can be used to facilitate pozzing difficult to infect assholes and why it may be wise to be weary of men with long nails when trying to remain neg. -
I had a nice sex life until one night when an inept cocksucker who couldn't keep his damn teeth off my meat ruined my life forever. We were both drunk and I was nodding off in a back room at a sex club when the equally drunk but wide awake excuse for a cuntmouth thought my almost 8" would be a great snack. I was almost asleep when he started blowing me and scraping my cock with his damn teeth. After one really painful stroke I finally pushed his head off. He got the message as well as saw another target and left. The pain from his abuse subsided and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke with a hardon and a guy trying to sit on it. It felt good although I also needed to take a piss. The asshole pumped himself on my turgid dick as I lay back and enjoyed it thinking this is the pleasure my dick should have felt when that cocksucker was blowing me just a few hours before. I did get off after he worked it for what seemed like half an hour, rewarding us with a nice load up his ass. By the time I finished cumming in him I also realized my dick was feeling pain from the cocksucker's abuse and was hoping I didn't catch anything from the cocksucker's mouth, the previous loads the asshole I'd just came in may have had in him or from the asshole's canal itself. The asshole left and a while later I finally got up and headed to the showers. I was a little hung over but it wasn't as bad as some of the headbangers I'd had over the past two decades or more. I looked at my dick in the harsh flourescent light and early morning light coming in through a frosted glass window at the end of the shower room. I could see the red marks from the cocksucker's teeth as well as what looked like what could have been scab from the cocksucking that was sloughed off when the asshole pumped on my dick. I washed my dick off and took a whole shower, stepped over to a watersports bottom laying near the drain at the end of the row of showers and doused him good before finishing my shower. I felt better after relieving myself in the watersports bottom's face and headed to the locker room vowing to never mix drinking and sex again. That vow was a day late and a dollar short. A few weeks later I got the tell-tale flu sickness of HIV infection. I never found out if I got it from the cocksucker whose teeth cut up my dick or from the asshole who sat on it those few hours later or from soneone else I'd fucked in the interim. I should have gone home or at least locked myself in a cubicle at the club after pushing the cocksucker's head off but I was too out of it. I also wondered if I had passed it on to others I'd fucked since then. Over the time from the incident to when I caught that flu I had fucked two assholes and been sucked off several times as well as gave a couple of guys a drink of my warm beer on tap. I was an average looking working man of forty or so, somewhat ruddy complexion, clean shaven with dark black hair and a medium build. My callused hands with their constantly dirty nails earned my living for me on jobs ranging from sweeping warehouse floors to operating forklifts, repairing and tuning up trucks, doing plumbing and HVAC, erecting fences, agricultural work and other jobs. Only other gay and bi guys knew I was into getting my rocks off in men. Even my ex-wife whom I'd caught slutting around didn't know, mainly because I was much more discreet and careful with my affairs than she was. After that flu I put off cruising for a while, just going to work and going about my normal routines and jacking off, since I was feeling fatigued. My doctor put me on some meds and I increased my diet to try to keep my weight up. Of course my rough sometimes chapped hands werent the best for jacking off and my dick longed to pump cum up an ass and use a mouth as a cunt and urinal. I didn't want to be a vector for the AIDS but there were assholes and cocksuckers that needed filling and who needed to submit to us men and make us feel good, not to mention that many who had been seeded. I bought a few various cunts at a smut shop including artificial vaginas and an Accu-Jack type of machine. I had saved money by not going to bars and sex clubs over the two or three months since I'd realized what I had so I could well afford the porn and cunts which were nice to fuck for a while augmented by the porn I read with the pictures I looked at while jacking off or fucking one of the cunts. The Accu-jack failed after just a month and the smut shop gave me the runaround so I fucked the cunt it had manually. I fixed the machine myself a week later and resumed laying back reading the porn magazines while the machine gave me a better blow than some cocksuckers did. My first post-discovery sex came about when I saw someone who had been on my shit list way back when we were snotnoses. I was surprised as hell to see him in a leather bar aand not only that but flagging a red hankie out his right hip pocket. I let the shock wear off and then casually walked his way and gave him the once-over, silently lamenting I had no red hanky of my own to flag out my left hip pocket. I then realized how easily I could poz his ass, if he wasnt pozzed already. He seemed to see a gleam in my eye and came to me. "Hi there. Score yet?" I greeted him. "Not yet" he replied. He said he was looking to get fisted. I said I wanted to fist someone and fuck him. He looked at my hands and seemed not too interested so I suggested I buy him a drink. After an hour we finally ended up going to his place, a decent looking apartment in a seedy looking neighborhood. There he knelt and kissed my crotch though my jeans and then opened my fly and sucked on my dick. I felt good with this punk who had harassed me sucking my pozz dick, already swallowing my precum as well as some of my dick cheeze from under my unfurling foreskin. His mouth was a good if not spectacular cunt, unlike the piece of shit at the sex club whose teeth subsequently got knocked down his throat by another intended victim. "OK let's get to fisting." I said after he had gotten my dick hard. I wanted to pump my first load up his ass after I fisted it. We stripped and he lay on his stomach on the rubber sheet on his mattress on the floor. I greased up my hand and got in position. I put my fingers and thumb together so my nails wouldnt snag on the way in and worked my greased fist up his hole. I had fisted a guy once years before but with a rubber glove on but this time I was barebacking my fist up this ass for a reason. I got in just past my wrist and then splayed my fingers and thumb and gave my wrist a twist, my hand rotating inside his hole, I could feel some added stuff, blood, joining the crap and lube inside him. I continued rotating my wrist as I pulled my hand back and then shoved it back in, my fingers and thumb still splayed as wide as would allow me to shove it back in. I then rotated again as I pulled back, stopping roatating only when my fingertips neared his sphincters. I balled up my fist and pumped it in him like it was a dick. My hand had blood on it as well as the other shit from his ass when I finally pulled out. My dick was rock hard so I simply took my position mounting him and shoved my dick right up his ass. He was as loose as my ex-wife's cunt but I could still get the friction I needed to get off in him. I fucked him with gay abandon, turned on by how great my orgasm would feel when I ejaculated in him. I fucked him harder and faster. He lay there contented although I could tell he had wanted a longer fisting session. That was not his call, I was there to get my rocks off in him and "breed" him. I felt myself reaching my goal and fucked him in a variety of strokes, some fast, some slow, some full, some short, then I jackhammered his ass and hilted myself as I pumped my poz sperms deep up his hole. I let my dick shoot my first volley of spunk up his ass, then I pulled almost out and slammed it home to pump more in. A few more thrusts and I was spent and laying on his back resting, my sperms swimming around in his rectum, some working their way into the cuts inside his twat. He seemed content from my cumming in him and I took a short nap on him, my dick still up his ass even though it softened quite a bit. An hour later I woke up, still on his back. My dick was still in his hole so I began carefully thrusting in him. Soon my dick started rehardening as I thrust more. He was awake too and asked me to fist him again. "After I get my second load off." I said as I continued thrusting in him. It took longer for me to get my second load off but it felt just as good as the first as I pumped it up his ass, my prick feeling the total bliss of using my "former" enemy for the piece of cunt he was. A few more thrusts and I was satiated. After resting and him saying I was one of the better fuckers I pulled out and stood up. "You ready to put it back in?" he asked, looking at my dirty hand. "I need you to suck my dick." I replied. He didn't seem too pleased but complied. I wanted to add insult to injury so to speak. He complied and sucked my dick clean. Had I more time I'd have lay on my back and let him suck it til I popped a third load in his mouth. I would have liked to give him a drink of my warm beer on tap or a golden shower but instead I went into his bathroom to clean up a little. I washed my hand of the crap he'd left on it from fisting him and pissed in his sink, then dried my hands off. He went into the bathroom to shit and I headed to his bedroom where I quickly got dressed and took off, not bothering to say goodbye or anything. I had accomplished my mission and needed to get home and get ready for work the next morning. I stopped at a decent restaurant for a nice dinner before heading home and taking a shower. I went to bed pleased about how great my dick felt when I injected my loads up that asshole. I never saw the dude for a couple of years, so I didn't know if I'd pozzed him or if he had already been pozzed before I fucked him.