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The punk was a web designer who was hired to turn good properly working websites into user-hostile bandwidth-hogging disasters. He was in his twenties and a modern-day nerd/geek. His nails were neither bitten nor dirty unlike mine. My work-callused hand had all but crushed his smooth little hand when we shook hands. I myself was a large bear of a mechanic in my late thirties who worked in a metal fabrication plant so the dirt under my thick nails was as black as the frames of my classic men's glasses. I was over 6' and about 250, bearded and beginning to bald with short hair compared to the punk's 5' 10" and 160. He sported collar-length hair, a clean shaven face and unisex glasses. We met in a sex club. "Hey, have some of this." I told him, holding my dick for him to see. Being the punk he was he liked getting fucked as much as he and his employers enjoyed fucking-up websites but somehow had escaped getting pozzed. I was going to correct that. He was on his knees right there sucking my dick and inhaling my crotch odors. Once my dick was hard he asked me "Which end do you want to fuck?" "You can give my tired feet an oral massage first, they been sweatin' all day in my work boots," I told him as I led him to a vacant cubicle. Once there I sat on the side of the raised bed and he sat at my smelly feet and began by sucking my big toes and then the four remaining toes of each foot, licking between them while humming in delight as he had when sucking my dick. He then licked every inch of my feet including he tops, my callused leathery soles and my ankles. Once I was hard I noticed his little dick also hard. That didn't mean shit to me because all I was going to do was load his neg ass with my poz cum, then let him rim me until I reloaded and then he would suck my dick for my second load. I had the punk suck my dick hard and then he asked me to put on a condom. I did, but I had one of those really cheapo bargain brand flimsy rubbers. I rolled it onto my dick so he could see it, then I stepped back toward his ass and greased up with just enough petroleum jelly to facilitate entry and destroy the condom while he lay on the bed and spread his legs. I mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my manly weight drive it home. As expected of assholes like him he was a loose asshole from the numerous (sheathed) dicks he took up him every week. He felt my weight as I hilted myself and lay on his back, my masculine hard hairy body on his hairless narrow back. I then began fucking him. He didnt even whine because he was so used to getting fucked and craved dicks shooting off inside him, the only difference would be that I'd actuallly shoot off in his hole instead of in the rubber which was already falling apart inside him. I fucked that degenerate for maybe fifteen minutes before blowing my poz load up his ass. My dick felt really good as I spurted off inside him, my HIV carrying jizz working its way into his bloodstream. I could feel pieces of ruptured shredded condom rolling between my shaft and his rectum further tearing him up inside with each thrust in him. It was a good feeling. One advantage of dick size is that us gift-givers can make new or additional fissures in the assholes we fuck so our virus enters the bloodstream more readily and being cut gives us tougher glans which allows us to tear up an asshole faster and easier and prolong the process before we shoot our virus into them so it flows easily into their bloodstream. I felt good at having fucked another asshole who truly was an asshole, especially because he was neg, an asshole, and my sperm would be the ones pozzing him. I thrust a bit more, just to pump-off the rest of my dangerous HIV laden load into the asshole. I then pulled out and saw the bits of condom and traces of blood on my dick. "Suck it clean" I ordered him. The pervert looked at my dick and freaked at the sight of cum, blood and pieces of condom on it, shouting "You better be neg you bastard!" "As far as I know I am," I lied. I had to force him to suck my dick clean and let him spit out the condom bits. Then I then led him to the rim room. Whining and bitching, he got under a vacant rim chair and I adjusted the height and took the seat of honor. His geek face fit in my ripe sweaty crack and he kissed my ass which made me feel good even if he disliked it. Tough shit, that's what his type need to assume when they decide to be the bottom. I had that scumbag kiss, rim, lick, suck and otherwise orally please my hole until I was ready for my blowjob. I had him kiss my ass, then I stood up and led him to the showers. There I stood tall and proud while he knelt and sucked my cock. I felt good as other men and even bottoms admired me for having the perv suck my cock. In just over twenty minutes amid some cheering I got my second load of virus-laden cum off in his cunt of a mouth while he sucked it out of my dick and swallowed it. I then held his head and told him to get ready. He drank most of my piss but did let a little leak out from between his pussy lips and my shaft. After the last drops of my piss joined my toejam, precum and cum in his stomach I made him suck off of my dick to leave it clean and dry, then I reminded him to kiss it and my hairy sweaty scrotum and then had him kiss my ass. The men admiring me cheered me and then hurled a series of insults and catcalls at the pervert. I then stepped a couple of shower heads away from the watersports area and took my shower. The punk was sucking off another man and hugging the man's pelvis, seemingly having already forgotten that I had semi-stealthed my virus into his ass. I was finished getting my rocks off so after drying off I headed to the locker room, got dressed and checked out, my ego and my penis satisfied. Since the punk was a regular I checked back every week and sure enough my poz cum had been the jizz that infected him. When I found out for I was the stud my dick hardened in my pants. I felt good at having been the hero who finally infected that little shit. I had to find a restroom where I could lock myself into a stall and jack it off, I was so turned on at having injected my debilitating virus into him, knowing how he would turn out if he shirked his meds. A friend remarked that considering the damage his kind has done to websites in the past few years, the punk had gotten what he deserved.- 3 replies
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new year and daddy is looking his boy. i like young latino and white twink, slim, submissive bottom boys (real boys 18-30 not someone pretending to be) that like to take raw cock and cum. geek/nerdy guys are a huge turn on but won't turn aways others. prefer someone regular for on going but one time thing is fine. i'm a dominant latino who knows how to treat a boy in and out of bed. 44 yo, 5ft 10in, 178 lbs, 7 uc. i travel between san bernardino and san fernando valley so anywhere in between works for me. email me at latinotop at g mail dot com. send me your stats (real) age and location let's get this going. not looking to be a sugar daddy
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I had taken my last shower of the week on Thursday night, worked up a sweat Friday at the plant and then sweated more on the weekend working in the yard, servicing the truck and helping a neighbor roto-till part of his vegetable patch for summer planting. I was horny that Sunday afternoon since my last sex was with my lover Thursday night and he didnt want to put-out until after I'd taken my shower. I sometimes went to a local 50/50 watering hole half a mile from our place for a cold one and maybe score a blowjob or piece of ass if my lover wasnt home or if he was busy. I was a normal masculine fat average man about six feet tall and still about 275 with a full head of hair, black-frame hornrim glasses over my blue eyes, full beard, thick guitar-pick nails I seldom bit or cleaned after the day I found out I was poz, almost 8" of cut meat and size 11 sweaty feet. Many said I had the libido of a man half my age and this continued for a few years after my life-changing diagnosis. I was and still am a total Top. That Sunday afternoon half an hour after lunch the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello." Rick was on the other end and told me he'd be at the bar which was half a mile from our place. "I'll meat you there in about half an hour." I said and we hung up. "Who was that?" my lover asked. "I gotta make a delivery. I'll be back in an hour or two. I'm gonna change out of these boots first." I replied. While shucking my work boots and slimey sweat-wet socks I'd worn all weekend I thought of how Rick and I had made our date. My date Rick was a twenty-five year old classic geek type like surfers kicked sand in the faces of at the beach half a century ago. He had black hair in a conservative haircut, blue eyes, no facial hair, 6 uncut inches and feet like mine but not as wide or smelly. He didnt wear glasses and was more masculine and stronger than the average geek and weighed a healthy 190 at 5'11". He was versatile and could take either the man's or the person's part in most sex acts. Our first sex act had been him licking and sucking my grungy feet followed by fucking him in his mouth in the brick shithouse at the back of the plant grounds after we'd punched out for the day. Two weeks later I had caught the HIV from some asshole I'd fucked at the baths. He had wanted to give his HIV - cherry to a masculine stud so after a couple of weeks of discussion at work he decided that he wanted my deadly load. I would be glad to deliver. I had told him all the consequences of being positive, starting with the nasty flu symtoms that would keep him in bed for a while, the drug regiman with the side-effects and dangers from skipping a dose, how he would begin wasting away once the effectiveness of the drugs lessened and how he would end up in a miserable prolonged agonizing death years later. He took it all in and said he still wanted to "have my baby" even after I told him that he was just another piece of hole I'd fuck and that my love and affection was reserved for my lover whom I had pozzed a few months earlier. I still wore my cutoff jeans and sweaty wife-beater. I put on my tire-tread-sole leather sandals and told my lover I'd be back in a while. "Have a good time. Seed him well but dont spend all night." he replied and kissed me. I headed out and walked the five blocks to the joint. The afternoon was still warm so I was comfortable. I walked in the bar and scanned the place for Rick. Mikey the long-haired bleached blond was there but kind of ignored me as he had since the day I'd told him I was poz. Slobby Bill was talking with some plain looking man who wanted to blow him. I greeted him as I proceeded to the back of the joint. The far end of the bar yielded Rick. He was wearing his sweater-vest over a white shirt, dark blue slacks and black oxfords. I went over to him and said, "Hi Rick. How's tricks?" "Funny. You know I havent scored in a month except my hand and sucked a cock. You horny?" he replied before telling me he earned a little extra money that morning by handing out religious tracts at a strip mall and sucked off his boss when his shift was over. " I have a nice load for you." I told him. "That's just what I want stud, I cant wait to feel you pumping it deep in me!" he gushed, obviously in heat. He finished his beer, got off his stool and followed me to the mensroom at the back of the bar. The john was smallish with a single stall and a trough urinal but had room for a couple to get it on without getting in the way. Rick opened his mouth and I spat in it. He then knelt, kissed my crotch through my pants and then unzipped my fly. He lowered the waistband of my sweaty stained undershorts, carefully fished my dick and balls out, kissed them and my dick and sucked it into his mouth. He hummed in delight as he began sucking it hard, his head semi-buried beneath my sweaty beer-gut. I felt good, my dick bathed in his man-loving mouth as he held my hips under my love-handles and hummed in delight further stimulating my love-rod, his forehead lightly rubbing the underside of my gut as he sucked on my shaft.. A few minutes later I was fully hard in his mouth. I felt good, standing tall and proud with him sucking my dick. His mouth was a great cunt, even better than any vagina including my best girlfriend's when I was in college. Rick did a great job sucking me hard, his velvety mouth loving and caressing my love-gun as he took it all the way to my nuts. He sucked and swallowed the last bits of underwear lint off my shaft, opened his mouth wide to leave it wet with his spit, kissed it again and pulled away from me. He stood up, dropped his pants, pulled one pant-leg off over his shoe, spread his legs a little, bent-over and grabbed his ankles while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. I spat on his asshole and took my position behind him. "Your last chance to beg off. You sure you want my death?" I asked him. "Yes! Please fuck me before I get cold feet!" he anxiously replied. I lined up my shot, put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and pulled him to me as I shoved my death-gun up his bug-virgin hole with a good pelvic thrust to hilt myself in him as he flinched from my rapid penetration. He was still decently tight, especially around my good-sized dick. I flexed my love-muscle inside him and began fucking him with full strokes, the entrance of his hole feeling my meat from my glans to my pubes as my sweaty crotch met his ass hairs with each sex-loving stroke. I began to increase my pace, fucking him with gay abandon. Rick seemed energized as he put all his effort into pleasing my horny dick with his ass muscles as I fucked him. My dick felt good as he brought me closer to orgasm. Seemingly in no time I was getting ready to shoot. I thrust harder, and faster as my knees began to shake. I continued fucking him, feeling his ass muscles kind of contract, knowing I was turning him on so much he came from getting fucked by me. I pounded him hard, the slaps of my pelvis on his ass echoing in the small tearoom as my loins took over with a mind of their own to pile-drive my shaft in him. A few minutes later I grinned wide and grunted as I rewarded him with my deadly HIV-laden load as my prick pulsed in absolute pleasure with each deadly spurt I shot inside his ass as I pumped my diseased poison cum into his love-hole. The great feeling in my dick spread throughout me enveloping me in the greatest feeling a man can have, the male orgasm. I rammed his hole until I was spent and then hilted myself in him, remaining in position with his ass hairs one with my pubes, my cock deep up his love-canal to force my sperms into the walls of it to carry their load into his anal walls to infect him. I then corkscrewed my hips, pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times with brutal snaps of my hips, the slap of my pelvis on his ass sounding like gunshots, and then hilted myself again. A couple of minutes after the last of my sperms had left my dick on their mission to spread my virus through his rectum, my dick softened a little and I released my grip on his hips. I noticed a couple of cuts in his skin from my thick nails as I pulled out and stood back. He turned around while changing from his bent-over position to a kneeling position, kissed my dick and sucked it into his mouth to clean it. He took it to my pubes, his nose buried in my pubic mound, and sucked while humming in delight, then pulled his head back a little. I began pissing in his mouth. He gulped my equally poz-laden urine like he was thirsty after a day in the hot desert. As with all the other times I used someone's mouth for a urinal, pissing in his mouth felt almost as good as cumming in it. He drank it all, letting none leak from between his lips and my shaft. He continued to suck another few minutes after the last drops had entered his stomach, hugged my pelvis tight with my dick hilted in his mouth, his nose buried in my pubes, and then lovingly sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry. He kissed my glans and then my sweaty scrotum. I could almost see hearts floating up from his head like in a dirty picture I saw one Valentines Day. He stood up and thanked me for a wonderful time and opened his mouth wide, I spat in it. He swallowed my spit and hugged me. He praised my studmanship and said he couldnt wait to bust his own poz nut in someone. He put his pants back on while I pulled mine back up. We zipped our flies, buckled our belts and left the john. I had to get home so I bid him goodbye and walked home in the twilight dusk. My lover greeted me with a bear hug and passionate french kiss after I told him how well I had seeded Rick. My poison seed had worked. Three weeks later Rick was off work for a few weeks and going to the doctor who knew Rick had caught the bug. Almost a month after he called in sick he called me. We shot the shit and he told me how good he felt when he had cum when I fucked and pozzed him in the bar mensroom. "Do me a favor. Celebrate by fucking and cumming in someone. If you didnt have a lover I'd want to be your bitch." he said before we hung up. He returned to work exhausted looking and hugged me in the back mensroom on the morning break. "That was the best fucking I ever had stud!" he said aloud and kissed me. I fucked his ass and mouth every so often as well as fucked my lover and a couple of others in my harem. We both pozzed a few more bug-chasers over the next few years.This work of fiction is strictly to turn men on sexually/provide jackoff material. I do not advocate actually pozzing anyone, getting pozzed or engaging in unsafe sex.
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I had a weekday off but had a date with Rick the versatile geek in charge of maintenance who worked that day so I put on my cutoff jeans, dark gray wife-beater, cheap dark green rubber flip-flops and took the bus to the plant. I got off the bus a block from the plant, headed up the block, went in a back gate used for shipping and deliveries and into a seldom used auxilliary building in back near the brick shithouse where we scored during breaks. My cheap diver's style watch with its black rubber-plastic band indicated a few minutes before break time. As I entered I saw action in a far corner. Short fat Hank had just fed Rick his cheeze and Rick then sucked the man's uncut dick to hardness. Now laying across the long narrow workbench bolted to the concrete floor, Hank had just began sodomizing him. Rickwas nude,his clothes lay on the workbench next to him along with Hank's work shirt and T-shirt. Hank's pants were down around his ankles with his undershorts inside them. I walked over, admiring the forty-five year old married bisexual chubby as he took his piece of the geek in his early twenties. Little sweat showed on his corpulant semi-hairy manly chub physique as his ass alternately wrinkled and expanded with his thrusts.. "Hi Hank." I said. He looked and returned my greeting and smile without missing a stroke. He fucked a little faster as I unzipped my fly. I was already turned on watching my fellow man score and because I'd be fucking Rick in his cum so my dick was hardening. Just then Patrick the married bi bottom with dark red hair came in. We greeted each other and Pat complemented me on my feet, asking when he could suck my toes. I sat on the bench next to Rick and admired Hank's studmanship while Pat sat on the floor and began sucking my big toes as Hank soldiered on. Hank began pumping his eyebrows behind his black-frame hornrim bifocals as he grinned and then grunted as he stiffened, hilted his dick in the asshole, and pumped his load up him, his thick strong-fingers and thumbs gripping the skinny nerd's hips, his thick dirty guitar-pick nails digging into the flesh, pulling the asshole tight to him so it was buried beneath the man's beer gut, the man's dick buried in the ass, as we men kissed until he was spent. He then thrust a couple of times, pulled out and stood in front of Pat who got up from sucking my toes and knelt before him. I got off the workbench, dropped my pants and took my place behind Rick. I lined-up my shot and shoved my dick right up his ass, hilted it and fucked him while Pat sucked Hank's dick clean, drank his piss and sucked off of his dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and his balls. Hank's cum was excellent lube and Rick was still decently tight so I had a good piece of his ass. I draped one arm around Hank's shoulders and held Rick's hip loosely as I made love to him, enjoying how my dick felt up his ass which seemed made for fucking. I liesurely fucked Rick for a few minutes, kissed Hank, grabbed Rick's hips with both hands and began pounding him. The swucking sounds increased a little as I pile-drove my seven inches where Hank's five had been. Hank stood by me with his hand on my shoulders as I made love to the geek who was in hog heaven getting fucked by us two men one right after the other. I was getting close, the thrill and feel of once again using Rick as my cumdump. I fucked him even harder, working up a sweat and breathing hard, finally getting my urge. My pelvis slapped the nerd's ass with each thrust of my three-decade-old dick up his hole. I knew I was slamming his crotch against the edge of the workbench but didnt give a shit. My job was to add my load to Hank's up the asshole and make my dick feel good in him. Rick didnt whine, as I wasnt slamming him too hard. He knew his place vs. us Tops and gladly accepted his role as our recpetacle for our sexual enjoyment. I drilled that hole good, finally reached orgasm and let my hips go, pounding my load up the hole as my knees shook a little as powerful spurts erupted from my dick inside the ass, enjoying how fantastic my dick felt as I pumped my load in him. I hilted myself a moment, then thrust a number of times, none too gentle. I hilted myself again, my nailbitten fingertips digging into his hips pulling him to me as my pubes and his ass hairs became one. I then pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before yanking out. Rick remained in position as Hank and I resumed our man to man affection while Pat knelt and sucked my dick clean. I then emptied my bladder as he drank my golden nectar from my cock still in his mouth. Pat swallowed the last drops and sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry, kissed it and my balls and then turned his attention to felching our loads out of Rick's ass. Hank put his T-shirt and work shirt back on and buttonned it, kissed me and said he had to go, since his work area was a distance from the back of the plant. Pat then sucked on Rick's dick alittle and drank his piss and then licked the masculine versatile geek's cum off the concrete floor. Rick began getting dressed. He had been turned on by getting fucked by us men so it wasnt too surprising he had cum. "Next time I want to suck more than your big toes and clean your dick stud." Pat said as he hugged me. Rick then hugged me and buttonned his shirt and sweater-vest beofre they took off hoping to avoid being caught returning from break late. I double-checked my zipper and left the plant out the back gate I'd come in. I felt good having swapped spit with Hank while we shared Rick's ass and Pat's mouth.Rick had also fucked Patrick as well as felched his loads out of him. Pat was just about all bottom because his wife loved getting fucked so he had to save his loads for her. Pat's ass was decently tight the firsttimes I fucked him but over the years he loosened from the numerous dicks each week.
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I was short, fat forty and balding with old-fashioned horn rimmed glasses. I had been to the doctor for my yearly company physical in 1990 when I got the news a week later that I tested poz. I nearly passed out. Fortunately the doctor had called me in, as he did others diagnosed with this relativly new disease, instead of telling me over the phone or by letter. "How could I have caught it? I wasn't getting fucked, nor was I doing drugs or getting a blood transfusion" I told the doctor. "There are many more ways to catch the bug" he said, then went on to list other ways it could be passed. He reached across his desk and took my hands in his. He then said he had been infected a year before, by a needle prick. He told me about the new drug cocktails and how he was doing good so far. He then gave my thumbs a reassuring rub with his. I was somewhat comforted as his clipped to the quick thumbs caressed my nail-bitten ones. I was going to give my nails their weekly biting that day when the phone rang, but once I got the call to come in I knew something was wrong after having heard from other employees who had been through the same procedure. I also didn't shave. I simply took a shower, got dressed and went to his office. I asked him about my further sex life and life in general. He told me the dangers of sharing personal hygeine items like toothbrushes, razors, etc. and that even spit and urine can harbor the virus. He then told me about a pool service man who'd caught it, then related a crude joke about "chlorinating the gene pool" which meant being selective about who you bareback-fucked without protection. He then told me that some condoms cause extra wear and tear on the asshole and that it took longer to get off. I asked him about that and he said that on the average an uncut man needed to fuck as long and hard with a condom as a cut man without one. I was cut, like the majority of men these days. I then thought about my decades-old shit-list and then thought of how many on it may have already been infected by now, given that even years later some of the assholes were of low morals. Just then his effeminate male nurse, the one we had all nicknamed Brucie, swished in, handed a chart to the doctor and left. The doctor thanked him and then told me the nurse had caught the bug before he did and that he had been fucking that pansy for several years. After he was diagnosed he stopped using a condom when he fucked him. He then said I was welcome to fuck him as well. I had wanted to score the poof and add him/her to my conquests when I first saw him/her and decided to take my doctor up on his offer. Not only did the fairy love cocks but had been raped twice. The doctor let me fuck Bruce with and without a condom. The queen's ass was a good cunt and I did take longer to cum with the condom on. I fucked the queen sans condom for my second load an hour later and indeed get off in less time with less effort. A month after getting over that initial HIV flu I happened to meet some asshole I hadn't seen since junior high school. He turned out to be bisexual and he didn't remember me. I gave him a phony name and after I told him I was strictly a top, we made a date. Two days later saw us in a cheap hourly motel room. The fun started with us hugging and french kissing, then we stripped, and kissed again. He knelt and sucked my dick to hardness. My primary goal was to have fun infecting his ass as well as make my dick and myself feel good through my deadly orgasm and to add him to my conquests. His mouth was a good cunt as he sucked me hard. I then told him I needed to fuck his ass for my first nut. He kissed my dick and then lay on his stomach while I greased up using a minimal amount, just enough to facilitate entry and to fuck. I wanted to wear out his ass without wearing out my dick. I spat on his asshole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. I shoved it right up it to the hilt. He flinched and whined for me to take it easy. I ignored it and fucked him. His ass was a decent cunt. I could feel the resistance so I knew I was abrading his hole. I varied my stroke and speed both to further stimulate my prick as well as keep him uncomfortable so he had less chance to preserve his hole by adjusting to my stroke and speed. I fucked as long as I could, but knowing what I was doing to that asshole's twat turned me on. I was breathing hard as I built-up to my orgasm, fucked him faster and then let my hips take-on a mind of their own as the punk whined and bitched about the pain I was enjoying pounding his ass. I gripped his upper arms tighter as I forced his legs apart wider as I pounded his ass good. I then stiffened and hilted myself as I pumped my AIDS up his ass. This was one of my best feeling cums, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I pumped pain, cum and aids into the asshole. I pulled almost out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips to pump more up him. A few more such thrusts and I rested on and in him catching my breath, my dick still feeling great. I ended up nutting in a quick ten minutes. I moved my hips in and out a bit enjoying the friction as my spent dick still felt good in his ass. I grinned knowing my sperms were carrying a deadly load of HIV and AIDS into his rectal walls and into his bloodstream. My dick seemed to start to reharden a bit to that thought. I thrust a few more times, yanked out and got up. The punk seemed relieved that I finally pulled out of him and stopped hurting him with my mighty weapon. "Man that was a great fuck. I cant remember when my dick last felt that good" I said. The punk didn't really reply, seeming more interested in himself than in having fulfilled his obligation to provide me my sexual enjoyment of using him the way he used his wife. I got out the rim chair that had been stashed in the closet and told him I needed a rimjob. He refused so I told him I'd settle for a blowjob after I reloaded. He agreed and I put the rimchair away. I lay on my back on the bed. I was a bit pissed but then again there were a few good ass-kissers willing to rim my sweaty fat ass. We shot the shit for almost an hour and he told me about his sex with men. He started out getting sucked off and then fucking some fairy. He then wanted to try being the bottom so he hooked up with a short man with a small dick who broke his ass in as well as let him suck it. He said the man then made him drink his piss and rim him. He could do both but disliked it. His sex over the intervening two decades was mostly oral and mostly with him as the top, but he was willing to service any non-effeminate top who wanted a piece of him. He told me that he was careful enough to prevent his wife from finding out he was queer for us men. I asked him if his kids knew. It turned out his oldest son did and his daughter who was a year younger had her suspicions. The college they attended had a gay club which his son had gone to before graduating. His younger son seemed clueless or didn't care, being that he was carrying a heavy class load at the college. His two other kids lived with their aunt. I asked him if his kids weould ever try gay sex. He said his oldest son had taken part in a gangbang in the college gym showers and that the other boy living with him may someday want to suck a cock. I wasn't interested in sex with them since I didnt know whether or not they were decent people. The idea of his eighteen and a half year old younger son sucking my dick did appeal to me. One of my college buddys was a great human being but his father was a drunken scumbag who raped his wife. After I reloaded he straddled my thick thighs on all fours and began blowing my cock which also cleaned it off from the shit, cum and lube he'd left on it when I pulled it out of his ass. I was able to stifle a fart until after he finished swallowing my load. It felt really good laying back while he sucked my dirty cock and swallowed my second load of deadly spunk. If he had any cuts in his mouth or bad gums my poison had a second route into his system adding to my chances of infecting him. I held his head to my ripe crotch, his nose buried in my sweaty pubes, and farted. He had little choice but to have to inhale my nasty ass gas as I thrust in his mouth. He fought until I released his head. He yanked his head away and got up. I had wanted to fart in his mouth while he rimmed me to further put him in his place but at least I was able to get it into his face this way. He was on the rag and failed to appreciate the good fuck I'd put to his sore ass and how I further proved I'm more a man than he ever was or would be by also using his mouth for more pleasure. I wanted to piss in his mouth but I didn't press my luck. I could do that later if I happened to score another piece of him. I simply got dressed and told him he was a good piece of cunt. He was insulted but since I'm bigger, heavier, stronger as well as more a man than him in other ways, he didn't want to risk a fight he knew he'd lose. I didn't see him for months but when I did he said he was trying to shake a nasty bug he had. I didn't suggest he get tested. I didn't get the chance to score that time, but I had done my job - unless someone else beat me to it.
