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My dick was hard and I needed a hole to fuck. Douglas and I had been friends since college days. Doug was about my age of thirty-four and weighed about two hundred on his just under six foot frame. His swarthy good looks accented by his black straight shoulder length hair gave him charm and many dates. He came out half a decade after I did. I scored my first male piece of ass in the form of fifty year old David when I was eighteen and he had scored with someone our ages five years later. I was cut out to be a Top but he was versatile, equally satisfied whether taking the meat of bears and other masculine men or putting his meat to the effeminate fellas. I had weighed over two hundred but after having been pozzed my weight had dropped fifty pounds in a few years but was stablized by a high calorie special diet and my meds kind of halted my decline. I had wavy brown hair almost collar length and wore glasses. I had been biting my nails since I was eighteen although I had neglected them and other things for a short while after finding out that I was pozz, until my depression had passed and I was able to get back in the swing of things. Keeping my fingernails short to the nubs not only made for improved masturbation but also saved the hips of the assholes I fucked and the ears of the cocksuckers I face-fucked. We had kind of reunited at our new jobs working at a junkyard. He was glad to see me and then asked me about my weight loss and looks. I came out with it and told him about how I may have caught the bug. He said he was still neg. I told him I was happy for him. It was a slow day one summer day when he asked to suck me off. "Arent you afraid I'll infect you?" I asked him. "I heard it's alot harder to catch it from oral than anal and I want your meat in me." he begged. I capitulated, partly because I hadnt scored someone in a while and because I missed the gay ol' times we had with me pumping my loads into him, although my nailbitten hand had been keeping my love-gun satisfied. We went into a small wooden shack that was the back mensroom, a facility with two toilet stalls, a trough urinal and a sink. In that shithouse Doug gave me a great blowjob and swallowed my deadly load. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my balls. He blew me and drank my warm beer on tap every other day for almost a month as well as orally serviced my feet after we punched-out after work a few times. "Fuck me." he said one afternoon. "You dont want to get fucked by me." I replied, reminding him of my status. "But I do. I miss your meat in me, those wonderful times back then." he pleaded. "It's your funeral Doug. I warned him. "I still want to feel your masculine power drive it in me." he begged. I thought what the hell, I'd have a really nice orgasm like I just about always did when I knocked someone up. I had fucked poz guys many times but every time I pumped my deadly dirty load up a neg ass my dick went into extacy overdrive with how great I felt when I ejaculated in a "virgin" hole. We had no lube because I never carried any with me and he didnt either. The only soap in the place was the powdered hand soap in the dispenser over the sink so that was of no use for lube. We went into the shithouse and he dropped his pants. We both spat on my hand and I stood behind him, reached-around and jerked him off, catching his cum in my hand. He was as turned on by my hand as ever and came in a short five minutes. He had cummed when I fucked his ass in our younger days. Once he finished cumming in my hand I dropped my pants and he sucked on my semi-flaccid dick bringing it to full hardness and left it wet with his spit when he took his mouth off it. We then spat in my hand adding our spit to his cum. I then smeared the mixture of spit and cum on my dick and he bent-over and grabbed his ankles. I spat on his hole and then put my slimy dick to it. I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up him, instantly hilting it, my balls swinging against his. He barely flinched, having been fucked hundreds of times. I could feel the warmth of his asshole embracing my dick as well as his excitement at getting fucked by one of his favorite studs. I felt my own excitement at the prospect of pozzing my friend. I began to fuck him, taking full strokes, enjoying how his hole enveloped my dick like a glove. I held his hips to steady us as I fucked him, my dick feeling its power, feeling its oats, as I piston-thrust in his still-neg ass. I knew my larger than average dick was adding new fissures to his asshole walls inside him, providing more pathways for my sperms to carry their filthy deadly loads into his bloodstream. I fucked him faster, harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I enjoyed myself knowing my climax would be double-intense. He was all for it, enjoying feeling the power of my loins driving my shaft in him, enjoying giving me a great feeling piece of his ass. I could feel myself getting close as I gripped his waist tighter to compensate for the sweaty slipperiness. I grinned as I got closer, driving my meat in him stroke after stroke thrusting hard and strong. A few more thrusts and I hilted myself deep in him as I yanked him to me, held his ass to my crotch, pulled out and slammed it home with a powerful snap of my hips, whereupon I exploded in a powerful extremely great-feeling orgasm as my legs shook while my dick pumped bullets of AIDS-carrying cum in half a dozen rapid-fire spurts deep inside his bowels. A half-minute later I pulled almost out and slammed it back in again with another snap of my hips, the smack of my pelvis reverberating off the walls as I pumped more diseased cum up my friend's love-hole. Another minute passed before I slammed what I figured to be almost another dozen thrusts up his ass and then held his hips tight to me again and corkscrewed my hips a couple of times, then held him to me for a few more minutes, occasionally thrusting a little to force more of my sperms into his rectal walls as we enjoyed the afterfuck. My dick was still throbbing with joy inside Doug who showered me with praise for the great fuck I threw into him. "You wont feel that way in two or three weeks whn you get the aids flu." I replied after he wound down his complements on my studmanship. "I know but it's still worth it!" he gushed. He said if I hadnt jerked him off he would have cummed from getting fucked by me like the fucks I had put to him in the past. I thrust a few more times and slowly withdrew so as to keep my cum from leaking out. He stood up, smiled wide, turned around, knelt before me and sucked my dick clean, sucked off of it and showered it and my sweaty scrotum with kisses and sucks. He then wrapped his lips around my dick. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him as he gulped it down. He then sucked off of my meat and kissed it again. "Well, Doug. You're fucked in more ways than one." I said. "It was a great fuck too stud. I'm yours any time you want me." he replied and hugged me before standing up. He started feeling lousy a couple of weeks later and then called in sick. He was off for a month and I had to work with some bigoted homophobe who wasnt fit to lick Doug's feet much less mine. I was glad when Doug was finally well enough to return to work and the boss took him back, although that was largely due to the bigot's incompetence. A week later when we had some privacy we had a celebration fuck. Although my orgasm wasnt quite as intense as when I first injected my bug in his ass it was still an enjoyable piece of him and how lovingly he sucked my dick clean and again showered it and my hairy balls with kisses after I cummed and pulled out of his ass. It was awesome to me that he loved getting fucked and fucked-up by me and he considered me as a special stud even though he was simply another pozzing conquest I enjoyed sowing my wild, and deadly, oats in. Doug ended up following me into emeciation and was put on a diet similar to mine. He lost more strength but was still able to work at the junkyard and to get it up hard enough to fuck looser asses as well as get sucked off.
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It was a casual work from home day with a few meetings here and there. And of course the occasional distractiom on Grindr, Scruff, etc. It had been a couple days since I last busted a nut, and I figured if something came along, I’d entertain it. Think back to the day or two leading up to that morning, I had been taking a piss a little more often than usual but didn’t think much of it. I’m a pretty active guy and drink a shit ton of water. Any who, I get a hit from a stud on grindr - just my type too... tall, beefy, and with a booty begging to be fucked and loaded. Now I’d consider myself a fairly handsome fella, but it’s my hella thick cock that tend to make men drop drawers and assume any position I tell them. Such was the case with this one. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he said he was feeling pretty horny and that he loved the look of my cock. I let him know to be careful, that it spits.... deep inside. he said that’s exactly where he wanted it. I only had about an hour, so he said he’d head over within 20. I hit the head for one last piss and wouldn’t you fucking know it.... good ole drippy dick. Def a case of gono or the clap. I whipped out my phone intending to call off the hookup... when an absolutely sinister idea crossed my mind. ... what if I just... didn’t? What if I didn’t call it off? My pulse sped up. It’s be deliberately passing on my bug to this unsuspecting stud. Sure sure we all adults and shit and all make our choices yada yada. But could I actually just go through with the fuck anyway? He made it clear he wanted my cock but more importantly my several days of cum stored up. Didn’t ask about status or testing or what not. i was rock hard instantly at the thought. And within minutes he was messaging that he was outside. And just like that it was like autopilot. I let him him. We began kissing immediately. Soon we were rolling around on my couch, tearing off clothes, and before I know it, he was bent over my sofa, and my rock hard 8” of thick uncut drippy dick was lined up with his hole. It was now or call it all off. And just like that, I felt the familiar feel of a puckered ass lips slowly opening around the head of my cock. And then inch for inch working it’s way deep inside of him, until my balls were resting gently against his ass. “I don’t have much time,” he said. ”neither do I, man,” I replied. ”fucking fuck me dude... I need it, he said again. ”... need what?” I asked. i was going to make him say it... make him beg for my load. All the while not knowing what it was carrying. Fuck man, I didn’t even know what all it was carrying. it didn’t take him long before I was pounding him for all I was worth, hitting every spot, one hand reaching around him stroking his cock, bringing him to the edge of blowing too. I felt my balls begin to tingle and tighten. If I hadn’t already spread my disease into him, I was about to seal the deal for sure. I had him firmly in my grip. And he was begging for it. I felt his cock start to spasm first in my hand, firing ropes of cum onto my sofa, all while his ass begin to contract around my cock, sending me over the edge... ... the first spurt felt like fire forcing its way out of me and into him. The next five spurts I could feel the fire spread. And after that we both started to come down, my cock slipping out of him with a wet plop, and him quickly dressing. We thanked one another for the quick fuck, and he left with a little gift or two he hadn’t planned on for sure. I’d have to dry clean the sofa... but worth it. -
Early this morning, I'm on Grindr and I'm smoking and the more I smoke, the more uninhibited I become. I then saw a guy with a hot body and a screen name with devil in it. He hits me up, "you bottom?" I replied, "Sure." Address? 16 minutes later he's at my door, I have it dark. He walks in takes me to the bed pushes my head toward the center of the bed while positioning my legs and ass where he wants me. In the mirror I see this 5'7" chiseled stud with a red beard and a beautifull huge fat cock and above it his cock below the band line is a bio tat. I took the can of Maximum Impact and sprayed it into a sock and inhaled deeply. As I felt the world exlpoding around me he was fucking me so intently he began to explode inside me! I reached back and with both hands, I pulled his body as close to me as possible and he pushed his poz cock as far up inside me as possible and he moaned. It was so fucking awesome.
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I had done Santa gigs for a number of years at a couple of malls and had succeeded in getting 'promoted' from the throne to standing next to a chimney with a slot-safe inside it. Standing a four hour shift after my regular job beat the hell out of dealing with little snot-noses on the throne for those four hours. The nice thing was that not only did the throne Santas have an elf, but I was assigned one as well. It seemed to double the donations and our secondary job was to monitor for suspicious activity, answer questions including giving gift advice, directing customers to the various stores in the mall and telling the kids wanting toys where the throne line was. I was still fat even though I had caught the bug a couple of years earlier. At fifty-two I was still working at the plant and was still able to get it up which was fortunate because the blue pills hadn't yet been invented. In contrast to my build, Carl my elf assistant, was a clean-shaven, slender twenty-two year old college graduate with long blond hair. He was bisexual and was a dream to have, especially after our shift when he shucked my Santa boots, and then my sneakers which I wore inside them, peeled off my socks and gave my tired somewhat sweaty feet a nice massage. He generally also provided an oral massage which started with him sucking my toes, licking between them and licking his way up finishing at my ankles and then finishing by giving me a nice blowjob and swallowing my cum, sucking off of my cock and kissing it and my balls. He had been doing this since our second day and hadn't caught my bug despite having swallowed about a dozen loads from my HIV-shooting dick. I had wanted to fuck his smooth ass after our third day when I saw him bending over after shedding his green union-suit elf outfit which he wore commando. He looked almost like a flat-chested woman. I was torn between pozzing his ass and preserving him since he gave good head, swallowed my loads, gave my smelly feet nice massages and almost worshiped me. Some two and a half weeks after we started the gig I was relieving myself in the end stall in the mens room and overheard him telling a friend of his that if he was a woman he'd love to have my baby and that if I had AIDS he'd take my bug. He also discussed his impending move out west to Nevada after the holiday season. I was flattered, since I was just another fat middle aged man who worked at a metal fabrication plant in the daytime. That made my decision for me: I decided to add him to my so far short list of conversions. I had noticed that when I pozzed someone my orgasms felt much better than when I cornholed an asshole that was already poz. My dick swelled hearing their little conversation and I waited in the stall until they left the mens room before I wiped and left the stall. I planned to shag his ass during our last week at the mall. I found out he had a lover who was negative and had a small 5" uncut dick. My dick was over seven inches, thick and cut, but Carl handled it well when blowing me - which he did two or three times a week. I had scouted out various out of the way places at the mall and lent Carl to one of the janitors who was negative and near my age. There was a seldom-used supply room my janitor-friend Steve said we could use. It had a heavy duty workbench the perfect height for bending someone over for anal action. Our second to last night which was December 23rd was our night. After waiting for the guard to come with the hand truck to take the chimney to the security office, shucking our outfits and hanging them up in our lockers and getting back into our street clothes we met Steve who let us into the supply room. Steve had even lay an old folded up canvas tarp on the workbench and stayed to watch the action. We all stripped and I had Carl suck Steve off to start things. It was my payment for Steve accommodating us - although he had already pumped a few loads into Carl. "You're a good stud Steve." I said after he finished shooting off his load in Carl's man-loving mouth. After Carl swallowed Steve's load, sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls he turned around and sucked on my cock which was already half hard from watching my skinny old janitor friend use his head. Carl sucked my cock into his mouth, hugged me while sucking me to full hardness and then opened wide to leave my dick wet with spit. He then bent-over the end of the workbench while I greased up my half-century-old weapon which was now throbbing. I stepped up to Carl's still bug-virgin ass, lined up my shot, grabbed his hips and shoved it in. I slid right up his ass and hilted myself. My dick felt really good inside Carl who seemed to vibrate in lust for me. Steve's almost 7"of meat had fucked him the night before so he was used to a good sized dick in him. The warmth of Carl's love tunnel was intoxicating and I wanted to pound him from the start but I needed to put some new fissures in his asshole so my dirty sperms could better spread my deadly bug into him. I took my time, starting out slowly, working my diseased precum into his anal walls. I gradually increased my speed, taking full strokes in him. The way his hole snugged my dick added to my pleasure and made me feel great as I made love to him. Steve looked on with rapt attention, his own dick returning to hardness despite having just blown his load in Carl's mouth. I was glad Steve had fucked him several times as well as used his mouth. After about five minutes I let my loins take over and started fucking Carl aggressively, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass with each self-satisfying thrust of my dick in it. Knowing I would fuck up his life added to my thrill as I fucked him faster, harder, my fat shaking with each thrust of my mighty penis in him. I jack-hammered him and then grinned and grunted as my dick began shooting powerful spurts of deadly HIV-laden cum into his bowels. My knees shook, like they had in my younger days, with the thrill of firing my deadly weapon inside him filling him with my filthy life-changing bug. I kept thrusting until I was spent and then rested, still gripping his hips as my prick's pulses of joy subsided. It was even better than my first piece of a man's ass when I was eighteen, how excellent my dick felt when I shot my virus into him. I remained inside Carl, who was lovingly massaging my spent meat with the muscles of his ravaged hole. "That was a great fuck. If I was queer instead of a man and wanted the bug I would have loved your meat in me!" Steve said and kissed my cheek. I kissed his cheek back and thrust a few more times before slowly pulling out. I withdrew slowly so as to keep as much of my deadly cum in him as possible. After I pulled-out of Carl, he got off the workbench, turned, knelt and sucked my dick clean, moaning in delight. He then sucked off of it, kissed it and my balls, stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and Steve and I hugged, then they hugged and we got dressed. Carl was so turned on by me he had cum while I fucked him. He got on all fours and licked his cum off the canvas draped over the end of the workbench and off the floor where it had dripped off the canvas. The last night, the twenty-fourth, was busier than other nights with kids and parents lined up to the doors of one end of the mall to sit on the throne-Santa's lap and give him their lists. My chimney safe was almost full and Carl was getting tired from answering the numerous questions as to where stores were in the mall and others. Three men came on to him and he accepted two, trading phone numbers. That final night I screwed Carl's ass again just to make sure I'd knock him up and Steve masturbated into his mouth. We turned in our outfits and left our separate ways. Almost on schedule Carl caught the AIDS flu which also delayed his move out west. He figured out that I had given it to him but seemed actually pleased about it, more proof that I knew he wanted to get fucked in more ways than one by a real man. After he recovered I fucked his ass and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap after he sucked my dick clean. I had his mouth the next night. I also introduced him to a couple of my poz friends who also had their pieces of him. He finally made his move and got his job there. He met some fem queen and knocked him/her up. He said that was his best feeling orgasm when he pumped his dirty load up the fem's ass. He also said he was glad my orgasm felt that good when I knocked him up that night before X-mas Eve and how much he enjoyed giving me sexual pleasure despite the hardships he'd face for the rest of his life. He truly had my 'baby'.
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I could not control myself on the way from St Louis to Atlanta. I had several clients set up. I'm sucessful as an escort because not only am I hot and masculine, I love fucking men. I'd do this even if I didn't get paid. I can cum all day. Twice I stopped on the road to masturbate by myself, thinking of the fun I would be having later in the evening. The third time an older man followed me and put his fingers in the stall door before I could shut it and slipped inside. He must have known what I wanted. He was a daddy-type, 50ish, greying hair, masculine, an ex-football player guy. I looked at him and thought, boy do I have a friend who'd like you. I had my bug chasing buddy in Atlanta who was meeting me, cute twink type. And he loved older men. No sooner had these thoughts gone through my head than the daddy in the stall unzipped my pants and stroked my cock until it was rock hard. I took out some herb and we shared a few hits. He then dropped to his knees, licked and then started sucking my shaft. I unloaded into his mouth while taking a long hit. Damn was I being a bad boy. I had promised my first client my first load of they day. Well, he wouldn't notice. So I got into Atlanta and to the hotel with my first client, forty something married guy who craves cock on the side. Unlike most married's he's into kissing. We make out for awhile and he's reallying into it, loves tounge kissing while we're stoking. It's a bareback night for me, and I'm his regular bud so I turn him on his hands and knees and fuck him. He's a hot guy, medium hairy, nice build, hot fucking ass in the air. I push my hard cock gently inside him. His only experiences have been with me. He tells me how good it feels to have a man inside him. I rub his ass and back as I start to fuck him. Soon he's loving it, panting and pleading for more. I shoot a big load into him and he's satisified. On to the real fun. I have four clients lined up, all daddy's my twink will love mainly because they are all HIV-Positive. My bug chasing buddy is 5'11" 145 pounds white 8.5 cut. Each daddy pays me $300 for this meeting. In addition to the fee each had to be HIV-Positive. We all meet up at another hotel. My buddy is horny as hell. He picks one to call his Dad and others are Dad's buddies. The one he calls his dad has hepatitis-c in addition to HIV. He gets naked for them as they sit around and watch, and then they all feel him up, even his "Dad", and they play with cock and finger his ass. I'm sitting at the side rock hard and stroking. I'm loving the show. He undresses each of them them and then sensually rubs himself against them. I suggest the Daddies all stand in a row. He sucks them all like that, calling the one 60ish guy in grey hair Daddy. Then he gets on the bed. Before they each take turns fucking him, I use a toothbrush inside his to rough up his hole and cut it up. This would help ensure conversion. His "Dad" really gets into it, calling him "son" and making him beg for his infection. He starts with him on his hands and knees. He's got a belly and it lays on the buddies ass while he's fucking him. His daddy then turns him over and pounds his ass, kissing him and sucking on his nipples. They both are hot and screaming passionately. I'm stroking but holding it back. I want my bud once daddy is done with him. Each daddy takes a turn rough fucking his ass using only spit and the previous daddy's toxic jizz as lube. The twink begs for each of the daddy's to convert his ass as they fuck him. Fuck, so hot how they cum inside him knowing that he is possibly still HIV-Negative. Man do I have one satisfied client base. After "Dad" leaves, I turn my bud and do him doggy style. I love his sloppy ass, so open and lubed with other men's toxic cum. He tells me how much he loved the daddies' barebacking him and that sends me over the edge, shooting my last load of the night into him. We make out for awhile and fall asleep. The next day I had a date with a doctor outside of Nashville. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/daddies-poz-fuck-bug-chasing-twink.html- 1 reply
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