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Craig and I had been friends since high school, class of 1980. We discovered gay sex our first year in college and quickly discovered our roles. From the start, I was strictly a top, whereas Craig was versatile. Since high school I gained just a little weight, upgrading from 170 to 200. I had also grown a good beard. I liked to masturbate a lot so I had also taken to keeping my nails bitten to the nubs. My cut dick was somewhere between seven and eight inches, with corresponding thickness. I liked to fuck tight asses as well as face-fuck the cocksuckers. I had tried using condoms but just couldn't get the feeling I needed in order to get my rocks off. Over the decade Craig went from about 200 to almost 300 pounds. He had a small, cut dick which measured about five inches, but he also got super hard, so he really enjoyed breaking anal cherries, as well as getting sucked off. I was pretty much an exclusive barebacker, and in fact, the only time I nutted wearing a condom was when I fucked one asshole using Bengay for lube, which, I found caused his ass to flex around my dick while I fucked him as he tried to escape the abject pain. Looking back it may have been one of the fucks I most enjoyed, maybe ranking with my all-time favorite fuck, which was the time I took Craig's anal cherry. Back in 1990 I was working in a small factory, but Craig, who I still occasionally fucked, had taken vocational courses in college and then went to trade school, and several jobs later was working in a junkyard. I was pozzed about this time when, having gone on a month-long vacation, during which time I went to visit family out west, and ended-up at a bar which led to my attending a sex party. When I awoke the next morning I had a hangover and a sore ass. I remembered someone handing me a beer, which I had only partially consumed, but honestly I don't remember much more of that night. Even so, life went on for a few weeks until I found myself feeling as if I had lost a fight with a gorilla. I went to see my doctor who ran a few tests, and eventually told me I was poz. I called Craig, who I hadn't seen, and, of course, with whom I hadn't fucked since the week before going on vacation and told him the bad news. "Looks like our sex life is over unless you want to get pozzed." "Things will be okay," he replied, and suggested I take things easy. I also called my boss who seemed understanding, probably because he himself was bi. I spent the next two months recovering from the fuck flu, and eventually, after a long hiatus, I finally felt like masturbating. It had been perhaps two months since I had last cum, and I readily shot my first poz load off into a bathroom sink. It felt good to get my rocks off, and I found myself thinking of the first blow job I had ever received, which, as it was, had been given by Craig, who had also been my first piece of ass. I found myself remembering the pleasure I experienced when my dick broke his anal cherry, even as he writhed in pain. Fair was fair, however: he had fucked me first so he had been obligated to let me fuck him. A couple of weeks later I persuaded him to let me fuck him again and that time he came from getting fucked, so he was hooked. Our sex life became a rich mixture of getting my rocks off in his ass and mouth, me jacking him off and us putting our meat and cum to others. After I fully recovered from the fuck flu, I returned to work, and I could see I had been missed. Although my boss had hired a couple of temp guys, none of them could match my performance. A couple of weeks later Craig and I got together, and he confided he longed to fool around with me. Sure enough, he ended-up giving me a blow job, and I jacked him off. It felt good to use his talented mouth, get my rocks off in it and feel him swallow my cum with my cock in his mouth. I was on the crude drug cocktails and pondered if, by blowing me, Craig would likely end-up converting, especially since back in the mid-80s Craig had told me that if he ever got pozzed he'd want me to do it. I should explain that back then Craig and I were more or less monogamous. My dick was usually the only one up his ass, save for the dicks of a couple of friends of mine when we were still college where Craig occasionally played around with other guys, usually sucking them off, and I occasionally fucked other guys or had them suck me off. Craig and I also occasionally had oral sex, and I tried once or twice fucking him with a condom, but that didn't work for either of us. After I converted I looked into the dangers of each type of sex, top vs. bottom, oral vs. anal, and that the safest sex with a poz man of all was getting jacked off by one who kept his nails bitten or clipped to the nubs which prevented accidental cuts to the dick. As for penetration, getting sucked off by a poz cocksucker was safest and the most dangerous was getting fucked in the ass by a poz man. So when Craig and I resumed having sex after I converted, initially we had more oral sex and one time, after he had swallowed my poz cum and kissed my poz dick, we had a short discussion and decided that it was time for me to inject my HIV-laden cum into him up his fat ass. My dick hardened as we discussed how I'd take care of him when he caught the HIV flu and he assured me his medical coverage would pay for his treatments as mine was doing. The next afternoon he told me he had chosen to go on vacation in a month or so, which means if things worked out correctly, he would be hit with the fuck flu about the time he was scheduled to be off work. With that, we both stripped, hugged and french kissed, then he spat in my hand and I jacked him off. He shot-off his last load of neg cum in my hand. He sucked my dick to full hardness, left it wet with his spit and lay on his stomach on the bed while I smeared his cum onto my dick. My dick was rock hard and throbbing as I mounted my buddy and lined-up my shot. I put my weapon to his hole and drove it home with a quick thrust to instantly hilt it up his ass as he squealed in pain. My dick felt really nice in his snug hole. I flexed it and felt my masculine power as it expanded in him. He felt it too. He hadn't been fucked since the day before I started my vacation so his hole was tight and very easily abraded by my dick, which encouraged the opening of more fissures to facilitate passage of my toxic virus into his body. I began fucking him, and felt a sense of power over him, somewhat similar to how conquering I felt when I broke his cherry. Now I was breaking his HIV cherry and enjoying his hole which had tightened over the several weeks since I had last fucked him. This time, as I made it a point to pull out almost all the way, and to slam myself home as roughly as possible, just to make sure I tore-up his insides before my pre-cum began to provide too much lube. He felt the pain and asked what I was doing. "I'm preparing your ass to take my virus easier," I replied and rammed it home a few more times. I knew it hurt him but putting pain to holes provided more pleasure to my prick and usually resulted in better feeling more intense orgasms when I ejaculated. I pulled my dick out of him to check for blood and found some along with the usual other stuff from fucking ass. I rammed it back into him with a snap of my hips and fucked him, piston-thrusting in, intensely enjoying fucking him and thinking how great I would feel when I pumped my dirty cum into him and how my prick would pulse with pleasure with each spurt of my HIV-laden cum into him and how he horrible he'd feel three weeks later when he suffered the flu. I was so turned on I fucked him faster, harder, grinning in anticipation of my soon to come ultimate good feeling. I began breathing hard and working up a sweat as I fucked him good while he lay patiently under me accepting my self-serving thrusts in him. I knew he had trepidation about getting pozzed but then again he knew he'd get pozzed sooner or later and by someone else had I not fucked him soon enough. My thrusts became jerky as I got closer and I slowed my thrusts just a little, knowing that a slower speed near orgasm would result in a longer, better feeling orgasm, ejaculating more cum into him which would slightly increase my chances of infecting him. I had had mixed feelings about infecting my long time friend with such a life altering virus but as we'd discussed before, it would be better if I infected him instead of some Joe Blow. I varied my speed, got close and fucked him good, and then my dick exploded in one of my all-time best-feeling orgasms. I enjoyed the knowledge that my mighty meat was pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into his ass, my virus-laden sperm forcing its way into his ravaged anal walls. After my initial eight or nine powerful spurts I repeatedly rammed it home to keep up that good feeling in my penis and to pump as much of my dirty virus into him as possible. I felt on top of the world conquering my friend a second and even more significant time. My hips took over thrusting my meat in him for another minute or two before i felt completely satiated. I rested on his back with my dick buried in his fat ass, feeling manly powerful like the studly mountain man who had conquered the fat asshole in the movie Deliverance. I had read the book as well as seen the movie and each time got a precum-slimey boner. Now thinking of the mountain stud having the virus and pumping it into the fat ass turned me on even more. I thrust every few seconds in Craig's ass while laying on his back and he massaged my still mostly hard dick with his ass muscles. "How's your ass?" I asked him. "Not too bad. About like the second time you fucked me. Oh, and I came," he replied. "Good. I'm going to leave it in and fuck you again when I reload," I told him. He felt a bit of pain but he agreed and I took a nap laying on his back, my dick still inside his ass. I also figured he might cum from getting fucked again. About forty five minutes later I awoke and felt my dick was still semi hard in his hole so I began taking short strokes in him while thinking of how he would suffer from the flu and my dick hardened in less than a minute. I began fucking him and enjoying how my hard stiff penis was forcing my virus from my first load into his bloodstream with each thrust in him. I had ass twice in a row before withdrawing many times as well a having someone suck me off for my second load and sometimes got the blowjob first and then fucked the guy's ass for my second piece. I sawed away in his ass and enjoyed the fuck, my first load of cum also providing additional lube but not too much, just what I needed to pleasure my penis and still further abrade his inner rectal tissues. It took about five minutes longer than my first fuck to nut in him. It was a great fuck with my dick feeling just as good pumping my second load up his ass as it had with my first. Again I brutally thrust and slammed it home while enjoying how great I felt pumping more virus up his ass and into his body. I also corkscrewed my hips and pinned him with my prick. Spent, I lay on his back and asked him if he had cum again. He said he hadn't but it felt good even with the pain from being fucked brutally. My dick, lodged in his hot ass, was in seventh heaven, and I found it quite comfortable to rest on his back, somewhat similar to laying on my good air mattress, so I remained in that position, on Craig's back, for another hour before my dick completely deflated and came out of his ass. I dismounted and lay beside him. He got up and sucked my dick clean, doing a thorough job in swallowing all his and my fluids. Then he lovingly kissed both my cock and each of my balls. Over the next several days I fucked him daily, and occasionally I let him blow me. Sure enough, right on time Craig came down with the fuck flu. Of course I honored my promise to care for him until he recovered, checking in on him before and after work. I showed him my hard dick a few times but he wasn't bitter. He knew the consequences of letting a man infect him and reasoned that it was better I had converted him than an otherwise unknown guy. In addition, we both knew how much I enjoyed injecting my diseased cum up his ass. He started feeling better after nearly another month and returned to work. He slowly built his strength back up and diligently took his drug cocktail just as I had been doing. He began losing weight, maybe a pound a month. He had lamented his decade-long weight gain and I had told him that catching the AIDS would result in weight loss. Craig and I fucked a poz guy or let one suck us off once in a while but Craig was still my main piece of ass and I was his stud. We continued our sex as we had before the pozzing. We also discussed various punks and assholes we could enjoy pozzing. Craig was curious about how good pozzing an asshole would feel compared to fucking someone of the same status. He did enjoy better orgasms when he broke ass cherries, feeling his manly power when the virgin hole suffered from the pain he put to him with his small but mighty prick, much the way I had felt when I broke his HIV cherry.
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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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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.
