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Can anyone give me some information on what pissing in a diaper is like? What brands are best? How much can you piss before they overflow? I'm currently in a rather unique situation: I'm homeless, and primarily sleep in a sleeping bag in the backseat of my car. It hasn't been that bad- if I keep a positive attitude, it's actually kinda fun- but I am having an issue with waking up, desperately needing to piss, in the middle of the night. Massachusetts in January isn't really the ideal climate for stepping outside at 3am to relieve yourself- generally I just sorta hang out the car door, but I'm dreading the day somebody sees me and calls the cops, or I somehow end up getting piss inside the car or something. Ultimately, I just hate getting out of my nice warm sleeping bag to relieve myself. I've always been into golden showers, and before becoming homeless, I'd sometimes get off on making myself piss a little bit while I jacked off. There were a few times where I actually indulged in deliberately pissing the bed, not to mention all over myself: I'd drink a whole lot of fluids, and hold it as long as I could, stroking my prick until I lost control. Feeling my hot, dirty piss spreading all over me, soaking more and more of my pajamas and bedding; hearing the heavy stream gushing from my overloaded bladder and splashing obscenely in the puddle of urine I was wallowing in; knowing I was shamelessly wrecking the mattress- fuck, it turned me on and felt so hot to degrade myself so completely. Sometimes I'd nut so hard I'd fall right to sleep afterwards, contentedly marinating in the filthy urinal my ruined bed had become. I'd wake up a few hours later, swaddled in the stink of my own stale piss, and immediately get boned again when I realized I'd drunk so much that my bladder was aching for release all over again... Since my circumstances are different now, I need to be much more cautious: it's important to me that I don't ruin my sleeping bag, or the car's upholstery. Ideally, I would like to be able to completely empty my bladder twice- in the middle of the night, and first thing in the morning- without all that piss overflowing- do they make diapers that can withstand that much? Also, does the piss stay warm in the diaper? I really get boned imagining how it will feel to have my junk and ass soaking in hot piss all night long, but if it gets cold instead, it will be extremely uncomfortable, especially on nights when the temperature dips into the teens. So, any tips, suggestions, or recommendations? Thanks!
I was born in '65, between the end of the beatnick era and the beginning of the hippie era. I had my first orgasm, and then my first piece of ass, while still in high school. As I reached eighteen the scourge of AIDS had began big time. My father was a doctor who had been among the first to see the first casualties in our city. Dad perused the latest news about the disease, and after learning about it he lectured me about safe sex, including getting a steady girlfriend and using latex condoms. I myself was scared shitless when I read the first news about AIDS in the papers and weekly news magazines. At eighteen I started biting my nails, not because I was nervous, but because I knew I would be masturbating a lot and didn't need the pesky dead white on the ends getting in the way of a good wank. I also progressed beyond heterosexual sex by discovering gay sex. I already knew I was cut out to be the Top in relationships. The old hackneyed stereotype of gay men being limp-wrist-long-nails sissies who want to be women was a crock of bullshit. Getting my cock sucked by a man and fucking ass made sex with women as boring as what time it is. The thought of being penetrated, whether orally or anally, turned me off, especially after trying the bottom role just once each hole. By the time I was nineteen my father had found out that getting fucked in the ass was the primary route to catching the HIV, but my family hadn't yet found out I was gay. I masturbated alot and even joined circle jerks, being careful to choose mutual masturbation partners who kept their nails under control as in bitten or clipped to the nubs like mine, especially after a friend had his dick cut by an errant fingernail of a mutual jack off partner in a previous session and then caught the bug by fucking a cunt after a poz man had cum in it and pulled out. I never went for the fad styles of other guys under thirty, instead opting for a classic clean-cut appearance because it was also part of my employer's grooming standards. So, we well-groomed men worked the sales floor, the longhairs and grungy guys and gals worked in the backroom unseen by customers. I would have liked a crew cut, but back then only old geezers and what some refer to as "challenged" had them. Unfortunately in my early twenties I contracted the virus from a cut and found out from a routine test at my yearly physical. I went on meds and was told that even on meds I could infect someone. After getting that devastating news I had primarily masturbated, as well as received blow jobs and fucked an ass maybe once a a month or so, almost always while wearing a condom. One thing I had wanted to do was join the annual Beach Frolic outdoor orgy at the nude beach where the fuzz and the security guards, instead of harassing the adults having sex in the huge fenced-off festival area, did their jobs keeping minors, rowdies and other undesirables away from the area. I was twenty-five when I finally had the chance to go there, the previous years' plans having been ruined by one thing or another. Now that I knew I was positive, I decided to fuck more asses because I liked how good an ass felt around my dick, and I also enjoyed pumping my seed into asses at least as much as I enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt, cumming in a mouth, and then watching the cocksuckers swallow my load. I prepared for the fuck fest by not getting off for almost a week and buying a tube of lube that I could carry under a rubber strap on my upper arm. I wanted to get at least half a dozen loads off at the orgy, preferably in as many neg guys. I took a small lunch and bottle of water, dressed in a wife-beater, old cutoff jeans and flip flops, and carried my spare wallet which held a few bucks and my ID. I headed to the bus stop and caught the first bus downtown where I transferred to a second bus which took me and a few others to the beach. Once we got off the bus we started talking as we made our way past the crowded parking area to the gate. One guy there was a bisexual with his girlfriend. He seemed to express interest in me despite walking hand in hand with her. They both had long hair and looked like the hippies of two decades before. Another guy was a fat balding older gent who some would say was past his prime, but I could tell he was going to get his rocks off in someone. The entrance gate listed the admission price, as well as posted the rules. The admission and locker rentals were reasonable and the rules prohibited minors and animals, scat, prostitution/hustling, fighting, rape, glass containers, drunkenness, illegal drugs and pot and a few other acts and items. It also advised condoms and contraception, regulated fisting and the size of dildos. Nothing mentioned AIDS. I paid the admission price and my hand was stamped. A dollar locker rental trailer was one of the concessions lining one fence. I decided, that since it was a nude affair, and that my clothes and lunch would be safer in a locker, I gave the attendant my dollar and the key deposit, took the key which had a thick elastic cord like the ones at bathhouses and joined others on a couple of long benches in front of the lockers. I stripped, put everything in my locker and slathered on the sunscreen with the help of another guy whom I helped with his. That done I put my sunscreen in the locker, strapped the key to my upper right arm and my tube of lube to my upper left arm with the two-inch band cut from motorcycle inner tube that happened to fit just right. The usual smells of suntan oil, sea air, etc. filled the air, but the scent of poppers was also evident. I stopped at a drinking fountain to tank up so I'd have enough to both keep hydrated and enough to give someone a golden shower or a drink of warm beer on tap. I walked through the place giving it the once-over. Most of the heterosexual action took place near the entrance, the bi-action further on where the row of porta-johns was located, and most of the gay action was at the other end where, of course, I ended up. Some revelers were simply laying on the ground, or sitting on towels shooting the bull, others were engaged in various sex acts. I noticed the fat old man I had seen at the gate was foot-69ing with a college guy, each sucking each other's toes as their dicks gradually hardened. About then I found my first conquest, who was a tall guy, about my age, with long hair and a beard. He was standing near the loosely-defined boundry between the gay and bi areas. He wore a wedding ring, but that didn't stop him from cruising me. "Hi" I said, as he gave me the once-over. "Hi. You a Top?" he asked me. "Positive." I replied, wondering if he knew what I meant. He knelt right there, sucked my cock into his mouth, giving me good head. He seemed to love sucking my cock and I stood tall and proud, looking at the top of his head and his long undulating hair as he pumped back and forth on my prick. My balls felt good on his beard. After about ten minutes he got tired, and accepted my suggestion that I take over and fuck his ass. He agreed and even had his own lube. He lay on his stomach while I smeared lube on my hard penis. I then mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home. He flinched just a little. Later he mentioned that mine was the first cock he had had in his ass for a couple of weeks, and that I had made his ass feel real good. I would have liked to cum in his mouth and have him swallow my load, but I figured I'd have someone else's mouth for that. As it was, I expected him to suck my dick clean after I finished cumming in him. As I fucked him, another male-male couple lay near by. Unlike me, the Top in that relationship rolled a condom on his cock before they began fucking. However the guy I was fucking seemed oblivious to safe sex, which worked for me. I had already pozzed a couple of neg asses and discovered how more intense was the orgasm when I fucked a guy raw, and how much better my dick felt when I pumped my charged load up a neg ass. I sure enjoyed fucking poz and neg holes more so than before I caught the bug. Even though I lacked a beard I considered myself better looking and more masculine than the asshole I was fucking and simply enjoyed myself as I fucked him to a good feeling climax and then pumped my first load of the day into him, my penis pulsing with excitement as I filled his most likely neg. hole with my potent spunk. I thrust numerous times after my I ejaculating to make sure my sperms' loads would enter his system before resting and pulling out and helping him to his knees so he would suck my dick clean. Even though he failed to kiss my cock and balls he did suck it clean and then went to fuck his wife. The other couple were still in the middle of their fuck when I left to find a watersports bottom to empty my bladder on or in. The watersports area was right at the shore where the waves came up to dissipate at the bottoms laying or sitting in the wet sand at the feet of the Tops standing over them. I walked past the straight action and a pair of lesbians to the gay area where a bottom was laying on his back while several men stood around him urinating on him. Nearby another bottom was on his knees with a man's dick in his mouth, his adams apple bobbing as he gulped the stud's piss from his dick. The pee-drinker then sucked off of the man's cock and kissed it. Both then left. I stood waiting for someone to come drink my piss but since nobody came I joined the other men giving the bottom a golden shower, aiming my piss at his crotch adding to the piss in his pubes. I headed to the rimming area where a row of rim chairs were set up. Two men and a woman were getting rimmed, and a couple of rimmers were under vacant chairs. I sat on the chair with a man under it. He seemed to like my ass so he kissed and rimmed it for a while. A man sat on the chair with the woman under it and we shot the shit and a woman came and asked who wanted a blowjob. The man who had just sat down said he did and the woman began blowing him. About fifteen minutes later a guy came and asked to blow me and I accepted his offer. He gave good head and I could have cum in his mouth while the ass-kisser under me did his duty, but I wanted to pump my poz sperms into someone's ass - unless I could find a cocksucker with some sort of open sores in his mouth that would facilitate my virus entry into his systems. "You take it up your ass?" I asked the cocksucker. He answered saying he didn't, that it was too painful and besides he didn't want to catch AIDS. Sad to say he was just the kind of dude I would have loved to pound into the sand. I thanked and then dismissed the cunt mouth and stood-up, thanked the ass-kisser for making my hole feel good, and headed-off for another piece of ass. I stopped to watch a couple of men who looked to be about 60 years old fucking a twenty-something twink who was laying in the sand, on his stomach. The men had shaved their heads a the week before and all of them showed male-pattern baldness. One wore the type of glasses men wore in the 1960's, the other one wore dark glasses similar to the other man's and sported a little beard. The first man nutted in the twink's ass and pulled out. They kissed and the second man mounted up and had his turn while his partner stood by. I watched the man have his piece of ass and the one standing up remarked how good my hardening dick looked. I thanked him and commended him and his partner on their studmanship. It took about ten minutes for the second man to nut in the twink with a series of hip-thrusts that showed how great shape the stud was in. A minute later he pulled out and stood up. The two men stood with their arms around each others shoulders while the twink got to his knees and sucked their dicks clean and kissed their cockheads and scrotums. By that time my dick was throbbing. "I think I'll have a piece of him." I said. "You might want to think twice. We're positive and you might catch it through your dick" said one of the men softly, so the twink wouldn't hear. "Thanks. Then again I am too. Was he negative when you fucked him?" I replied. "Don't know, but he's gonna be poz now" one of the men said with a sadistic grin, fondling his dick with his free hand. We hugged and french kissed. By then my dick was oozing precum. I pondered adding my cum to theirs but the twink swished off. I had come to the beach not just to get my rocks off but specifically to get my HIV off into neg holes. Then again I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys would already have been pozzed by the time I got to them, so I decided that fucking the twink after these two men would get me a good orgasm. "Hey you!" I said before the twink got too far away. He turned and returned when I beckoned him back. "Yes?" he asked. "Suck this and back on yer stomach" I replied. The twink obeyed and I slid my hard penis in his mouth, let him suck it, thrust a couple of times and then pulled back. He lay on his stomach, I mounted him and felt his great hole as my hard turned-on dick slid in the cum of my mature new friends. I hilted myself up his ass and then fucked him. I could hear some slurping as I fucked away. The two men watched me fuck their conquest and then praised me when I shot my cum up his bum, adding it to theirs. It was a great feeling orgasm - as if I had pozzed an asshole I knew was negative. I thrust a number of times after pumping my initial volley into him and rested a moment before withdrawing. "Great fuck, young man" the men said in unison as I stood up. "Thanks. Likewise" I replied as the twink got up, sucked my dick clean, kissing it and my balls, just as he had the older men, and then swished away. "He's also good at licking our feet" one of the men said. "I'll need to have him lick mine" I replied, smiling at the thought. They agreed and we split off, but not before asking to exchange phone numbers. The thought of being on a team with them and other men gang banging a negative hole was a good turn on for me. Since I now had over half an hour to kill, I got myself my first beer of the day, figuring I could give someone a drink of beer piss after my next load. The two old men headed to the rimming area and surprisingly I found a guy in his forties, and not too bad looking, who was into orally servicing mens' feet. He led me to a beach chair and told me to get comfortable. I settled myself and he brushed the sand off my feet and set them in his lap. Even though my feet weren't sweaty after a day's work, they still felt great as the guy brushed all the sand from between my toes, sucked and licked between them and licked my feet from toenails to ankles. It as a great way to sip a beer while reloading. While getting my feet taken care of a team of men were setting a woman on her back in the bisexual area and another team of men closer to us were setting an effeminate fella on his stomach. The two groups were about twenty feet from each other. The first man of each team had made their respective targets suck their cocks hard and the man who was going to fuck the poof was greasing up his meat. The first man in each team then mounted his respective target, entered and fucked. The woman looked a little past her prime of youth, a bit haggard and likely on dope. The fem guy under the other man looked more enthusiastic, almost as much as the twink who the two old studs and I had fucked. I enjoyed the scene while my feet enjoyed their servicing. About half an hour after nutting in the twink, my dick started hardening as the foot-licker was finishing up on my relieved feet. Three men had nutted in the poof and two in the woman. My attention was mainly on the men fucking the fairy and I was glad their group was closer than the hetero fuck. Other men lined-up after the first studs finished, so it looked like each hole was in for a long train. After having had his turn, one versatile guy felched cum out of the fairy, and I noticed some scuzzy dude did likewise with the woman. The foot-sucker was finished and asked me if I wanted my cock sucked. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked and he declined, so I let him suck my cock, but not to orgasm. His mouth felt as good on my cock as it had felt on my feet. I was tempted to let him suck me to completion but then I asked him if he had any toenail cuts in his mouth. He said he had only a couple after doing several pairs of feet that morning so I decided I needed to give him my load after all, thinking my HIV would enter him via those toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth. My dick felt good as I lay there getting sucked off. I would be halfway done when he swallowed my cum. I relaxed and admired the team of men fucking the fella up his ass. A couple of men demanded a blow job, so after he sucked clean the dick of one man he remained on his knees to suck off the next man. Two more men also wanted blow jobs so the fella sucked them off too. The third man he sucked was a tough cummer so the punk was tired from finally getting his load. I wondered if the man knew he could likely get off quicker by holding the cocksucker's head and fucking his mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts. Luckily for me I was able to bust my third nut in my guy's mouth is a mere fifteen minutes which was quick for a third load from a cut cock especially from a blowjob. I fed him a decent load of cum and held his head and thrust my dick in his mouth to smear my cum into the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth to give my HIV a better chance of entering his bloodstream and infecting him. He then swallowed and sucked off of my cock and kissed it the way he had kissed my feet and toes. "You're excellent, guy. If in the future you want more of my feet or meat, we can make a date" I told him. "I would love that. You're a sexy stud" he replied as I got up. By then I needed to take a piss but he didn't like drinking piss so I thanked him and looked for a pee-drinker. I ended up back at the watersports area. Nobody was there so I hung around until someone came. Just my luck it was another Top so we shot the shit. He was actually waiting for a woman to piss on or in but just as our bladders were straining a middle age man came along. He wanted it from the tap so I was able to take a nice piss while the other guy capitulated and urinated on the man's head soaking his hair, neck and back. We men shook hands as we finished and the urinal sucked off of my dick and kissed it before settling on the sand. I went into the water til it was chest-high to wash off the piss the other man had splashed onto me when dousing the bottom's head. I went and rested on a grassy area with some other guys who were reloading. A couple of guys, including a man in his sixties (who bragged he had gotten off twice in as many hours and was resting up to pop his third load), struck-up a conversation with me. The other man, a personnel manager, discussed the differences in sex with and without condoms, agreeing with the older man and me that they made more work, especially for us cut men. After our conversations I got up, bid my new friends a good fuck and ambled off, making my way to a spot where a couple of guys seemed to be ready to get it on. One guy looked like a "dumb twink" and the other guy resembled a glasses-wearing nerd a few years older than the twink. As I got closer I could see that the "nerd" looked less than healthy, the sign of an AIDS sufferer who wasnt on meds. He and the twink were negotiating a buttfuck. As I watched, the nerd sucked the twink's dick hard and then lay on his stomach. The twink then mounted him, entered him and fucked him, handsome youth conquering someone inferior to him in looks and health. Since I was reloaded I stood at a discrete distance and watched the twink take the man's part in the fuck. About five to ten minutes later the twink hilted himself and grinned as he pumped off what I figured would be his last negative load in the geek. I had hoped the nerd would fuck the twink but they seemed about to part after the twink pulled out. The asshole didnt suck the twink's dick clean. I decided that if the geek wasnt man enough or wasnt able to fuck the twink I would try for my piece of twink ass. I walked up to them and joined a couple of others who were congratulating the twink on his conquest. I also glanced at the sand where the geek had lay to see if he had cummed from getting fucked. I didnt see any signs of cum. "Do you also get fucked?" I asked the twink. "You can fuck me if you like" he replied. That was all I needed so I had him suck my dick hard and leave it wet with his spit. He said he hadn't been fucked in over a week so I lubed up my dick while he lay where the geek had lain. I then mounted him, put my dick to his most likely neg hole and entered him. I looked up to see the geek admiring me while rubbing his dick. I fucked the twink, slamming it in him and varying my angle to make sure I put enough fissures in his rectum to make it easy for my virus to enter his system. I fucked that fella good, enjoying being admired by three or four men while I built up to my climax and then ejaculated in the asshole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I injected my virus into him. After my initial spurts I resumed thrusting for about another minute before laying on his back. I saw the nerd now rock hard. I wanted him to fuck the twink and add his AIDS to my virus in him. I nodded to him and he leaned over. He got the message that when I pulled out he would mount up and have his piece of ass. I withdrew as he got on all fours beside me. As I dismounted he moved into position, mounted the asshole and then entered him. His dick slid in and he grinned at me like he was thanking me. He then fucked the asshole. Knowing the geek was full of virus and was going to pump it into the twink, my dick started hardening again even though it would be over an hour before I was ready to shoot another load. Halfway through the fuck he geek had to rest a moment, but he resumed and looked happy that he knew he was going to cum. A man who was watching left, but another guy, a somewhat nerdy man, joined us, his dick hardening. The geek fucked faster, sweating and breathing hard and then finally got his rocks off in the twink's ass. The man grinned from ear to ear while he pumped his disease-carrying sperms up the asshole. He thrust until spent although not as energetically as I did. It was mainly because he wasn't in the flip-top shape I was in from working out in a gym, eating well, religiously taking my meds and my physical job in a warehouse. After resting, the geek pulled-out and I helped him up. Someone rudely remarked about AIDS and the travesty of the homely sickly geek infecting the beautiful twink. I dismissed the punk who made that remark with a dirty look. I then held up the geek's hand like a referee holding up a winner's hand in the boxing ring. He clenched a fist and a couple of poz guys cheered. The geek then hugged me and thanked me for facilitating his conquest of the twink, saying that he couldn't get hard enough to enter unless the hole was stretched and lubed well for his dick. I was glad that the geek got as much praise for fucking the twink as I got and that the twink had got for fucking the wimpy sickly looking geek. I knew the geek didn't have many friends, although he was a nice guy, so I asked him to see me later on. I then said the same thing to the twink who had just graduated college at twenty-one and said he had been negative before we fucked him. He then asked me if I knew for sure the nerd who fucked him was poz. I said it looked like he was. "I guess that's what I get for letting someone like that fuck me" he replied. I didn't really tell him I was poz, nor did I tell him my jizz had an equal chance with the geek's of infecting him. He then headed to a refreshment stand while I met up with a bear of a man I knew. We had a beer with our lunch and shot the shit for an hour. He said he was afraid of catching AIDS but that he felt he was lucky so far in that he still weighed well over 250 and he was mostly a Top. I reminded him of the old saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover', adding that the 'sickly look' doesn't happen for several years after the initial infection. I asked him if he had had a really nasty flu, to which he replied not as an adult, and that he had came of legal age a few years before the pandemic hit. I then had to tell him I was poz when he asked me to put my meat to him. He blanched but didn't look like he wished he was somewhere else. I declined his offer, not wanting to infect him. Since I had busted my fourth nut I knew I'd need much more than an hour to reload, and as both of us were sleepy after having had lunch, we took a nap under a tree on a clean sheet of ply wood someone had left after fucking some asshole on it. We awoke about an hour later thanks to some college kids chasing each other and kicking sand on our legs. "Looks like nap time's over partner" my buddy said. "Well, I gotta look for another hole to unload in, anyway" I responded. "Well, sorry you can't do it in me" he replied. "There are other guys. You need to fuck someone or get sucked off too, partner" I replied in encouragement. We hugged, kissed but just on the lips and separated, looking for our next conquests. After less than ten minutes a young less than masculine chubby hit on me. We got to talking and he said he loved dicks in his as, and also mentioned he was trying to lose weight. He also bragged he had sucked a dozen cocks over the past couple of days but wanted one up his fat ass, which hadn't been fucked in half a week. He sported long blond hair, blue eyes and clear nail polish as well as lacked facial hair and had shaved off his pubes front and back. I had the perfect weight-reduction solution for him right between my legs. We found a clear spot on the sand between a couple of twinks who were 69ing and a fairy who was blowing a man. The chubby guy sucked my dick to hardness and I just let him blow me for a while. I was a bit tired from the previous four fucks and he was a really good cocksucker, like most other fat guys I'd let suck my cock. I figured that after enjoying his mouth pleasing my penis I would then shove it up his ass and be able to thrust enough in there to open up enough fissures to pass my virus into his bloodstream, enjoying a great orgasm as I shot my poz jizz into his ass. I could easily tell that he was enjoying sucking me off as he held my thighs and hummed in delight while his head bobbed back and forth on my love-shaft. About fifteen minutes I told him I needed to fuck his ass. He opened his mouth, pulled back and kissed my cock head. He then lay on his stomach on the sand while I greased up my hard penis. I spread his fat ass cheeks, spat on his hole, settled between his spread thick thighs and leaned over. Placing one hand on his upper back I guided my dick to his hole with my other. He barely flinched as I drove myself in. He just lay on his back and began thrusting. Having him fellatio my cock at first helped me, but I knew I'd still spend enough time roughing-up his rectum before shooting off in it. His fat ass rippled when my pelvis slapped it a few times as I fucked him. His ass was tighter than most holes, which also helped. I fucked him good, sometimes varying my angle both side to side as well as up and down so my penis would tear his hole a little more. I then got my urge and let my hips take over as my pelvis slapped his fat ass with each quickening stroke. My dick was feeling good as I neared my climax, fueled by thoughts of how he's look after a few years carrying the virus I'd pump into him. A few more thrusts brought me to a great feeling orgasm as I kept thrusting to inject as much of my infected spunk up his fat ass as possible. I knew that I wouldn't be shooting as much as my four previous loads so I needed to make every spurt count to make sure I infected him. It was a good feeling penis-pleasing climax, the feel of my penis pulsing with pleasure from each spurt of HIV-positive cum I managed to pump into his big receptive ass. About a couple of minutes after my first spurt I was spent, my entire load having left my penis and now infecting the fat asshole I enjoyed fucking. I rested on his back which felt good under me like a good semi-soft mattress. I thrust from time to time while he said I was one of the better studs and that some pulled out right after cumming. Of course my reason for remaining in him was to facilitate forcing my sperms into his rectal walls to pass my HIV into him. Knowing I was changing his life by fucking him had been an extra turnon for me and my prick which was still buried up his ass. About fifteen minutes later I finally pulled out and dismounted. I stood up and he got up, knelt and sucked my dick clean and kissed it. "Next time I blow you I want to swallow it." he gushed as I tried to suppress a grin. "I'll be glad to feed it to you." I replied. As we parted I pondered staying to get off a sixth load. I had shot half a dozen loads a few years earlier, before catching the bug but it was just to enjoy getting my rocks off. Now I was a few years older and my intention was not just to get off but to have great feeling orgasms by pozzing neg holes and feeling the power in my loins to change the lives of the assholes I pumped my virus-laden cum into. That previous fuck-a-thon had resulted in a reload time of well over an hour and a half, almost two hours before I got that last load of the night off. I also pondered whether I'd still be shooting enough virus to infect someone. If I did it would be worth my while. I went to get a drink of water, then to my locker to get the last of my lunch. I had some junk food which I took out and then headed back to the gay area to watch the late afternoon action. I found a spot where I could lean back against a large boulder and watched a fat man laying on his back getting sucked off by a hippie-looking dude and an "old auntie" laying on his stomach getting fucked by someone in his twenties. The crowd had thinned out some and a couple of men were lamenting their sunburns. I was glad I had slathered on the sunscreen. I folded my arms and sort of dozed off, waking about an hour later to some yelling. I Stood up and saw a bunch of men holding someone down at the shore while several people of both sexes urinated on the person. A security guard went and broke it up and reminded the group that all sex acts, including watersports, needed to be consensual. I needed to take a piss so I waited for them to disperse and then walked to the shore, where I hung around and waited for a bottom to come by. Some scummy looking type came and asked me to put my cock in his mouth, but I declined, saying I would piss in his face and open mouth. He accepted and knelt before me with his mouth wide open. I started by aiming for his mouth, and then the rest of his face, and then soaked his hair, during which time he stayed put. It was one of my best pisses I took this side of someone drinking from my cock in his mouth. As I finished pissing a man I had talked to earlier joined me, putting one arm around me while aiming his dick with his other hand. The urinal remained in place as my buddy added his piss to mine. Once we were done the bottom kissed our cocks and we left. I had another half an hour to kill so I cruised more or less aimlessly, including looking towards the entrance for any late entries who might make their way over to the gay area. I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys already here had been fucked and likely pozzed. I contemplated calling it a day and maybe cruising a bar for a fresh neg hole when someone who looked like a bodybuilder came across to the gay area. He wore speedo-type trunks and sported coiffed bleached hair. As he came over he scanned the bi area looking for potential studs and kept moving, entering the gay area. Most guys were looking at his crotch wondering what kind of meat he had. I was looking more a this face and mouth since I'm a Top anyway. A couple of guys in the bi area had hit on him and then some in the gay area. "I'm looking for an inner rectal massage, not a rectum to massage" he said. I grabbed my cock and he looked at me, smiling. I nodded and we started talking. He lamented that most didn't realize that the buffed-out studs aren't all Tops. I told him I fucked all kinds of guys from drags to he-man bears. "Then you can fuck me. I'm nice and tight. You up to the challenge?" he asked. "You need to suck it hard, then I'll fuck you" I replied. We went to a vacant spot and he knelt and sucked my Joe Average cock to hardness and fellated me a bit, then he kissed it and leaving me all wet. He then stood-up, shucked his trunks, and asked me what position I wanted. I told him on his stomach. He lay and spread his muscular legs and I knelt, spat on his asshole and mounted him. He was tight, but relaxed his hole to ease my entry into his snug ass. I shoved it right in as he stifled a wince. Once hilted I began fucking him, all the while thinking about how my dick would spread his hole inside to make it easy to pump my virus into him. I fucked him at a leisurely pace at first, before I speed up, keeping a careful balance so my dick hard long enough to get off, while fucking him long enough to ensure his anal walls were abraded for my sperm to carry their poisonous load. I enjoyed having myself a good piece of his ass, fucking his tight, seldom-fucked hole. He may have been stronger than me, and able to win a fight with me, but here he was, letting me fuck him. I wondered if he even gave any thought to whether he would get infected by my sperm. I figured he was like the others who let their sex organs substitute for their brains. I fucked him for about ten minutes before speeding up. I thrust faster, taking full strokes, as he worked his ass muscles on my dick, as if to milk it while I fucked him. Another five minutes brought me closer to cumming and I powered my way to my final orgasm of the day, my pelvis slapping his firm solid ass, thinking to myself that the sound of our coupling was different from when I fucked the fat fella. I piston-thrust in him and my urge came upon me. I pounding him into the sand as I finally came, pumping my last load of the day up his ass. It was a good orgasm. I felt my dick shoot my semen into him in still powerful spurts. From the strength of my orgasm, I knew I had a good chance of turning him from the powerful strongman he was into a sickly diseased guy, just as would be the twink I had bred that morning, and just as the fat fella would wither away to less than half his weight. I thrust until I knew the last of my load had left my penis and made its way into his system as my thrusting penis forced my jizz and virus into his rectum and into his bloodstream. As with the other assholes I fucked, I rested on his back and thrust for a few more minutes before pulling out and dismounting. "That was a good fucking stud, you hit the spot" he said, almost gushingly but not as fey as the twinks I'd fucked. "You have a nice tight hole. You know how to make a man's dick feel good, buddy" I replied. My first two or three orgasms both here at the beach and the ones at the baths several years before I caught the bug felt good but as I fucked more ass I realized that my fifth and sixth orgasms felt amazingly better than my fifth and sixth ones at the baths, very likely because the chub, twink and the bodybuilder were likely negative. I felt that I had accomplished my goal. Of course I had no idea of how many of the holes I'd fucked had been pozzed before I fucked them, or if one of the neg guys I fucked would fail to catch my bug. I hit the outdoor showers and then headed to the lockers, dressed, where I exchanged numbers with some of the guys I had fucked, a couple with whom I had shared a bottom, and a a guy who was impressed with my looks. Once finished dressing, I turned in my locker key, retrieved my key deposit and headed to the bus stop. A few were at the stop and one guy struck up a conversation with me, and ended-up giving me his number. We shot the shit until we got off downtown and we each went to our stops to catch our buses home. The sun was still up when I prepared a good size supper. I thought of how good my dick felt when I fucked those assholes and let the cocksucker with the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth suck my dick and how my virus entered them. I was semi-amazed that only one or two brought up the subject of HIV and AIDS, and that most guys were prepared to expose themselves to to the dangers of HIV - that they didn't even asking me of my status, nor had they asked me to put on a condom. I also figured that at least a couple of the guys I fucked were bug-chasing and wanted to take the chance of getting pozzed. They may have fantasized that a manly, masculine, strong gift-giver would enjoy fucking them, and the bottoms may have enjoyed feeling the power of my penis as I thrust in them and got my rocks off, injecting my dangerous viral sperms into them. Some may have even thought how great my dick probably felt when I ejaculated in them, the power of my loins driving it in them as they willingly let me enjoy pumping my life-changing load into them. As I began eating I realized that my dick was rock hard and oozing precum from thinking about the nice sexual pleasure I experienced when I fucked-up at least a portion of a guy's life when I fucking him. I was spent so after dinner I stripped and went to bed, and dreaming of the fun at the orgy, but the dream was mostly of waiting with men of all descriptions in an endless line to fuck a twenty-something pretty-boy's ass and mouth. Of course the dream ended long before I got to the head of the line but I was surprised to have morning wood.
I had had the virus for a year and needed to poz someone to turn me on. I had done a couple of guys on my shitlist and was about to look up another one when a buddy called saying he was organizing a gangbang of some asshole. "Who's the asshole?" I asked. He told me. It was someone I faintly remembered so I was game to add my load to the punk's ass. The gangbang wasnt that big, just five of us men on the team. The punk seemed receptive enough until he recognized me as the clerk he had dissed where I work. "I'm leaving. I can't get turned on by such an asshole" I said. The punk seemed relieved and once again willing to put out to the remaining four men once my buddy bid me goodbye and I left. Of course I didn't really leave the sex club, I merely went out the orgy room door and to a vacant cubicle to relax. Back in the orgy room each man was having a ball fucking the punk, who was a somewhat effeminate, bitchy fella who acted like he was born with a silver spon in his mouth and got off on treating some blue collar men like shit. We men were all mostly blue collar including a mechanic, an older plumber, a warehouseman and a couple of lower white collar men including me a young geek who worked in a taco drive-thru. An hour later the mechanic came to my cubicle and called me, saying the plumber was finishing laying pipe. We returned to the orgy room where the punk was in bliss as the obese older stud pumped his load up his now sore hole. The man dismounted and I slid my engorged dick up the bitch's twat. I kept quiet and fucked the asshole, my dick swucking in and out as I pistoned in him. He was uncomfortable and seemed to want to abort the fuck but my teammates began to hold him down so I could get my piece of his ass. The punk then looked back to see my smiling face and find that I was fucking him. He tried to fight his way out from under me as the other four studs held him fast with the assistance of a couple of sex club attendants adding their weight and muscle. "Take it you bitch!" I almost screamed at him. I pile-drove that asshole into the mat floor as he cursed and fought under me, his hips in my tight grip, his limbs, hips and shoulders held under the weight of the six men. He panicked but was unable to escape his fate. I thrust as brutally as I could, hip-snapping to pound his ass good, making my dick feel really good by pumping pain up his ass. Sweating and breathing hard I drilled him good. I finally got my urges, jack-hammered in his sore twat of an ass and hilted myself as I pumped my deadly HIV-laden cum up his ass, grinning wide ear to ear as my penis pulsed in pleasure filling him with the his future of misery. After my initial eight or nine death-spurts, I pulled almost out and slammed it home a few more times, hilted myself and corkscrewed my hips as the bitch sobbed feeling sorry for himself, writhing in the pain I enjoyed putting to him. Even with my last thrusts my dick felt great. "Take that you bitch!" I snarled and slammed home another thrust. I rested as the team praised my manly studmanship, then I yanked out of the asshole and stood up. We took the punk to the showers to hold him on the concrete floor with our feet and give him a golden shower. The punk was defeated but still cussing up a storm. He took a regular shower while some queen sucked all our dicks clean. Some of us gave the queen a drink of warm beer on tap before we headed either back to score more holes or to the locker room, mission accomplished. I heard a couple of weeks later the punk got the bad flu so my mission was indeed accomplished. I celebrated by pumping a hole I'd pozzed a few months before. This is a work of fiction. We do Not condone intentionally pozzing anyone.