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I was a thirty-six year old poz guy of average height and weight with short hair and beard, glasses, callused hands with grease under my thick nails from my job in a junkyard, almost seven cut inches and size 12 feet. I had been poz for half a dozen years. Being a Top I didnt get pozzed the usual way, instead it was from a dirty dentist I found in an ad in the newspaper when I had a bad toothache. I had caught the flu and felt like I had been beaten in an alley and stayed in bed for three weeks getting up just to eat and go to the bathroom. I then felt well enough to make it to the doctor who ran tests which confirmed the quack that pulled my bad tooth had contaminated me via the hole where the tooth was, likely when he sewed up the gum. I had tried to contact him but by then he had been closed down and subsequently disappeared. I was back to work a month and a half later thanks to the kindness of a boss who himself was poz. I was careful how I fucked, rubbering up when I fucked neg asses or when the guy asked me to wrap it. It was a couple of years later when I pozzed my first neg. The asshole was a chaser in his twenties who had a bright future ahead of him but looked and acted like a loser. He said he had tested neg and his last sex before we met was getting sucked off by an old troll just before getting tested. I hid my excitement as we went to the cheap hourly no-tell motel. Once there he dropped to his knees, unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, pulled at the waistband of my undershorts and fished out my dick. He kissed it and sucked it into his mouth, humming, and sucked on it until it was just about fully hard. "You sure want it, dont you?" I remarked. He kissed my dick again and we stripped. He was an average for his age, an inch or two under six feet and about ten lbs. under my 190. His shoulder length blond hair as well as the rest of him looked healthy and I wondered why someone in great physical shape wanted to throw away what could have been a fabulous life. Then again I thought of my thrill of having a fantastic feeling orgasm in him when I filled his ass with my dangerous cum. He said he had been a letterman in high school and college and had a degree that would lead to high paying jobs and asked me about my job. I admitted working in the junkyard pulling, sorting, inspecting and cataloging auto parts but he seemed to actually like me for being strong and in shape as a result of my job. I had him suck my dick to full hardness and he obeyed, then he lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs while I greased-up my loggerhead. Once greased I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my dick to his hole, rubbed it an inch or two, then I lunged, letting my weight and pelvic thrust drive it home as he yelped from the pain. He wasnt a virgin but he hadnt been fucked much either so his hole was still nice and tight the way I prefer them. It would also facilitate my dick tearing him up inside to create fissures to further enable my poz sperms to pass my virus into his bloodstream. Once hilted I flexed my dick in him and fucked him. He whined at first but after my first dozen self-satisfying thrusts he was used to it and was loving it after my second dozen. I myself was loving how good my dick felt in his cunt as I fucked away. I set a steady pace just to enjoy the good feeling of fucking him and knowing my virus-laden precum was also doing its work to put my first wave of virus into his system. I then gradually increased my pace after being satisfied that I had torn up his rectum sufficiently to give my HIV easy passage into him. I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying myself as I began breathing hard and starting to work up a sweat. My pelvis sometimes slapped his ass as I fucked him good. My sperms welled-up and the rocketed out of my dick into his ass as I repeatedly slammed it home with a series of hip-snaps that made him flinch with each one. My dick was in seventh heaven as I pumped my poz sperms up his ass. I was grinning from ear to ear as I enjoyed my best orgasm since the night I brutally broke an asshole's cherry and we laughed at his crying in the pain my prick enjoyed putting to him with each thrust in his sore hole while my buddies held him down over two decades earlier. I rested on his back enjoying my conquest of him and how he lovingly massaged my weapon with his ass muscles to milk any remaining cum out of my dick. "Man you're the best piece of ass I had in twenty years." I said. He replied that he was so turned on by getting fucked by me he had cummed without touching his dick. That was most likely his last neg load he'd ever shoot. I decided to remain on his back and maybe take a nap while I reloaded and add a second load. I rested and enjoyed how good laying on his back felt with my dick buried in his ass to keep my sperms mashed against his anal walls. I knew he wasnt too comfortable under me but all I cared about was the enjoyment I derived from fucking him, shooting off my dirty cum inside him and knowing it would change his life. I dozed off and awoke three quarters of an hour later, my dick softened but still partially in his hole. I flexed it and made slight movements to start re-hardening it and gradually brought it back to full stiffness in him, then I began piston-thrusting. I fucked to get my second load off as fast as possible since my first fuck had already prepared his rectum to take my cum and virus. I fucked him good and came in a good fifteen minutes, shooting a good feeling load up his ass. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I added my second load of poz to the first. I felt good getting my rocks off pozzing him. I thrust until I was spent and rested. He gushed on how great a stud I wad to fuck him twice. I thanked him and told him how enjoyable pozzing him felt. A few minutes later I pulled out. I checked my dick and his hole. I grinned when I saw the traces of blood mixed with my dirty cum on my dick and his hole. He didnt have a butt plug but his decently tight hole would hold most of my cum in him which would give it ample chance to infect him. I had him suck my dick clean but didnt urinate in his mouth. I did piss in the john and we got dressed. He kissed my dick and balls before I finished pulling up my undershorts. We checked out and exchanged numbers. I headed home, my sexual needs and pleasure satiated. I checked with him a month later. My dick hardened when I finally contacted him and he said he felt like shit from the flu. He said he would get checked out. A week later he called back but sounded like he was crying. He tested poz and told me what his doctor told him. I told him if he took his meds and did the other things he should he'd stay healthy. I had a feeling he likely wouldnt be as diligent as I was and would end up dying in a hospice. He was OK the first few years but he took too many "holidays" so his meds didnt work as well when he did take them. I did fuck him a few times before his health declined too much and then we didnt contact each other as much. Last I heard he was sick and in the county hospital.
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I was a service man installing, maintaining and repairing commercial HVAC equipment but my boss asked me to do a shopping mall Santa gig for a few Decembers because I was fat, even though I had been poz for half a dozen years thanks to a tough regimen of diet and drug cocktails. At fifty I was still in good shape and could still enjoy sex which was perfect because I'm a Top, even now, at the age of 71, I like to get sucked off and fuck any ass my dick could get hard enough to enter. I didnt fuck too well with condoms so I seldom used them. I fucked poz guys and occasionally had the delight of pumping my pozz jizz up an HIV-virgin ass which gave my dick double the orgasm great feeling of fucking a poz guy or some of the fucks before I tested poz. My doctor had told me that even on my regimen of meds I needed to use condoms because I would still infect bottoms up their asses. I was average height and weighed around 275. I looked like most other masculine blue collar working men my age. Few knew that was gay and fewer knew that I'd just as soon fuck a guy or have him blow me as look at him. My nearly seven-inch cut dick had made many bottoms and versatiles happy. Some had cummed just from getting fucked by me. One December I was paired with a cute little twenty-one-year-old guy with collar-length blond hair named Roger. He looked and acted like any other young adult but as the first couple of nights passed I figured out he was as gay as I am but mostly a bottom. By the time we got to the locker room each night after shutting down the throne area the mall was closed so only employees were there closing up shop for the night, finishing the day's paperwork, cleaning up, etc. Only the janitors and night security guards made an occasional visit to the locker room and the ones that winter were gay or bi. "You like chubbys?" I asked him on the third night as we shucked our outfits in the employees mens locker room when I caught him admiring me. "I'm a 'chaser!" he gushed. "You can suck my cock if you like." I replied as I turned to face him. Being the fairy in heat he was he dropped to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, his head beneath my beer gut. He gave my cut meat excellent head while humming in delight, swallowed my load, sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. My dick felt good in his mouth and he said I shot a nice load which he enjoyed swallowing. I knew I needed to poz his ass if he hadnt been pozzed yet. That night near morning my morning piss hardon throbbed so I had to masturbate to get it to soften enough to take a piss. I had dreamed I was ready to knock off a piece of Roger and was just entering him to give him a golden enema when I awoke. The gig was for three weeks so I decided to save his ass for sometime during the last week so he wouldnt get the "AIDS flu" before it ended. The last week finally came. I had been letting him suck my cock and orally service my feet every two or three days and had squatted on his face to let him rim me a couple of times. "We're going to a motel for the anal." I told him, because anal is more involved and harder to stop and get in order should anyone walk into the locker room. I was horny as hell and was thinking of the extacy of fucking Roger and infecting him with my poz sperms and how utterly fantastic my dick would feel when I shot them off inside him. We drove to the cheap hourly motel that also catered to whores and johns, parked and got a room. Once the door was locked behind us I started with us stripping. We had already seen each other nude so there wasnt any need to explore or do any other pre-foreplay. He sucked my semi-hard dick to full hardness and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Put a pillow under your crotch, need to raise your ass alittle." I ordered him. He obeyed and spread his legs while I finished greasing-up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a little. "You keep your hole nice and tight. I like that." I told him after hilting myself in his snug warm hole. I fucked him good, varying my tempo and stroke. I wanted to wear his hole out and rough it up inside good so my HIV would enter his bloodstream easier and quicker. I sometimes fucked slowly, sometimes slammed it with fat-shaking snaps of my hips which also put some pain to him. Had he been a virgin he'd have been beside himself in pain and I'd be doing my best to hold him in place under me so I could get the piece of his ass he owed me. As it was, his virginity was lost history and he liked taking a good fucking. After ten minutes or so I was satisfied I'd tore him up inside enough to facilitate passage of my virus into his system. Four years before I'd fucked one neg hole taking it easy and later found out I failed to knock that asshole up. Since then I either rammed a finger up the bottoms' asses to cut their rectums with a fingernail or worked my dick at various angles and thrusts while the lube dried up in their holes to get them ready to take my virus. I pulled my dick almost all the way out to check for blood on it. There was some so I was satisfied I'd pozz him. I slammed it home and piston-thrust-fucked him to orgasm. My dick was in seventh heaven when I blasted my dangerous virus-laden cum deep into him. I was beside myself in rapture and how absolutely great my dick felt with each spurt of my charged cum in his torn rectum. Thinking of how he would feel within the next month added to my sense of conquest and orgasmic enjoyment as I thrust again and again to pump every last disease-carrying sperm cell into that punk. I liked the respect and friendliness Roger showed me but I also loved how great my dick felt infecting him with my poison cum, that I was the stud who would change his life forever by taking my pleasure in him because he was foolish and neglectful enough to think I was neg and not bother to ask my status. I kept thrusting to grind my HIV-laden sperm cells through his rectal walls into his bloodstream, partly because my dick still felt great with each thrust as well as how great I felt infecting him by enjoying fucking him. A few minutes later I rested on his back, my dick still mostly hard inside his ass, occasionally thrusting in it. I decided I'd reload and fuck him again. I used to reload in half an hour when I was Roger's age but at fifty it took just over an hour to reload and come again. Roger was able to take my weight on his back for the entire hour. I took a short nap of maybe half an hour after we shot the shit and traded first time stories and then talked again when I woke up. The hour passed and my dick was still just hard enough to remain in his ass. I began taking very short strokes to re-harden it and slowly increased my stroke until I was fully hard. I then fucked him, mainly varying my stroke and tempo in order to nut since I usually take longer to bust a second nut. I got my urge after about fifteen to twenty minutes of fucking, fucked him into the bed, slowed alittle and pumped a nice feeling second orgasm of infected semen into him. My second orgasm felt just about as great as my first one. As before, I thrust until I was spent and rested again. I could tell Roger was uncomfortable after nearly two hours under my meaty weight. I pulled out of him, dismounted, stood beside the bed and waited for him to get his fucked ass up and suck my dick clean. He got up and seemed to feel in pain, partly from being under me but also in his ass. I smiled to myself as he knelt and took my spent weapon in his mouth and sucked on it for awhile. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry, as several men he had serviced had taught him to do. He kissed it and my balls like they were his lover on a date and stood up. "Merry Christmas Roger. Hope you enjoy the gift." I said joyfully. He thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a piss and I could see very little cum with just a tinge of blood leaking out of his hole. I wanted to also give him a drink of warm beer on tap or give his face a golden shower but he wasnt into that. I started getting dressed and he began getting dressed after pissing. I told him he was a good piece of ass I enjoyed fucking but didnt mention how much I enjoyed pumping my HIV into him. He told me how great getting fucked by me was and that he wished he knew more masculine older fat men. The rest of that last week saw me taking him to the motel two more times to enjoy fucking him some more. The gig then ended with us hugging nude in the locker room showers, him blowing me in the shower, us hugging again, getting dressed, hugging and going home, him to his place where he still lived with his parents and me to my apartment. We did keep in touch mainly because he had his regular job in a store in town. One day after work when I made a weekly stop to pick up something for a couple of bucks I saw he wasnt there. I asked about him and another clerk said he was sick with a bad flu. I told the clerk to wish him well as I took my change and receipt. I stopped in successive weeks and saw him a month and a half later. He looked tired and not too happy. I asked him if he saw a doctor. He said he did, was tested and how he cried when the doctor said he had the HIV. My dick sprang to attention in my work pants which were fortunately loose enough to hide it. I wished him the best of luck with his new regimen but never told him I was the stud who'd knocked him up. Once I got home I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and masturbated my rock-hard weapon, shooting a load of poz cum into the bathroom sink. I then got a beer out of the fridge and celebrated another penis-pleasing conquest. A couple of my poz buddies who were around my age and I usually went to a bar once a week to discuss sex and if any of us pozzed someone during the week. One of them had also pozzed someone so we three toasted our success. Tom said his orgasm in a forty year old felt "mighty fine" and that his dick got hard when he found out he'd infected the guy. Tony, a versatile I had pozzed a few years before, sucked Tom and me off and kissed our cocks and balls to reward us for jobs well done.
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Clarence was a 70 year old closet bisexual. He was average looking at about 5' 10" and over 200 lbs. with a full head of gray hair turning white, contacts, clean-shaven and nails that were neither bitten nor dirty. He had sparse body hair and sported a modest cut 5-incher. He had worked white collar jobs with the railroads and airlines and then sold real estate the rest of his working life. His wife was heavy for a woman but dressed in good taste and was more or less nice to everyone. She was totally clueless about her husband's secret bisexual activities although she was secretly buying jigolos. I myself was thirty-five year-old normal masculine man of average height and weight of 6' and almost 200, sported a baldspot and receding hairline and close-cropped full beard, wore glasses, had decent body hair, and almost eight cut inches. I worked various blue-collar jobs including mechanic, warehouse, manufacturing, gardening, a train yard, driving trucks, construction, electrical and plumbing all preceded by a short stint swamping on a Leach when I was in college. I fucked my first man as part of a gangbang when I was in trade school and got my first good blowjob, from a fairy, a couple of hours after having my turn up the ass of the punk we men gangbanged. Several asses I fucked bled from my enthusiastic thrusting and one kept begging and whining at me to stop and pull out but I wasnt going to let some asshole violate my manly right to get my rocks off in him. I was thirty when I got pozzed. It proved that you dont have to be the bottom to get the virus. Each year was a picnic in the park in July to celebrate Clarence's mother-in-law's birthday. Her children, grandchildren, great grandkids and of course in-laws attended. The year before one of her grandchildren who had worked in a stockbroker's office for over a decade came on to me and I ended up having a good time with his oral talents as well as pozzing him via his talented ass. He was about forty years old to my thirty-four but still loved sex on the dl and cummed from getting fucked. That afternoon I cummed in him him a total of three times, the first time I just lay on my back with my dick up his ass while he straddled me to work magic with his ass muscles to get me off, then he showed off his rimming skills although I had to squat on his face much as he squatted on my dick due to a lack of a rimchair there in the woods surrounding three sides of the park. The second time I fucked him and added my second load to my first in him. That time he had cummed from getting fucked by me. He said that he just about always cummed from getting fucked if the man fucking him turned him on. An hour after lunch he showed off his oral skills and swallowed my third load. He said I was one of the best studs to nut in him in over two years. Almost on schedule he caught the "AIDS flu" which he suffered through and was devestated to learn he had been pozzed. He couldnt prove I was the stud who pozzed him because he had been fucked by five or six other men that weekend. It turned out that most of the other men tested neg and he didnt know I was a carrier due to my healthy appearance. This year I put it to Clarence. Like the guy from the year before, he wanted to service me as much as possible. Once deep in the woods we found the little clump of trees that afforded a serviceable if cramped 4' x 6' space with a worn piece of plywood to lay on. First thing we did was pick up the plywood and hold it up on edge to clean it off. Fortunately Clarence had an old beach towel which helped to clean it off and then lay it on the wood clean side up. He had also stopped there the night before to stash a rimchair. I started by standing tall and proud while Clarence knelt before me and unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my prick and balls and then let him begin sucking my cock. He knew what to do, how to service us larger men. He sucked and my cock expanded as he sucked and licked, stimulated by his mouthwork. Soon I was also getting close to cumming. I stood there looking down on the old geezer who was hugging my hips enjoying everything from my week's worth of crotch odors to the taste of my dick sweat and precum. I yanked back to avoid wasting my poz seed in his mouth. "Ok stud, time for your rimjob." he said and smacked his lips. He reached into a clump of foliage and pulled out a black plastic trash bag, opened it and took out a rimchir with folding adjustable legs. He set it up and lay on his back as I had but with his knees bent so his head was semi-centered on the towel on the plywood. I set the rimchair over his face, dropped my pants, took the seat of honor and checked for height and position. He must have rimmed someone similar to me because it was just about right. His face fit nicely in my hairy sweaty crack. He kissed my hole and started rimming me. He sucked, licked, kissed and stuck his tongue into my hole. Being a Top the only things that ever been up my ass was a suppository and my doctor's finger and the tips of other ass-kissers' tongues so like the ones before him he got just the tip of his tongue in there. His tongue made my hole feel good not to mention the fact that I was feeling vastly superior to him. A couple of years before, in a sex club, he had rimmed someone I had just fucked so his whole tongue had gone up there. He never recognized me in the sex club. After having my ego stroked by Clarence stroking my ass hole with his lips and tongue I was ready to fuck his hole. I stood up, bent-over and he opened his mouth for me to spit in it. I spat in his mouth and picked up the rimchair, set it aside and fondled my dick while he got up. He folded up the rimchair and put it away, then knelt and sucked my dick. He then stripped off his walking shorts and undershorts and lay on his stomach on the towel on the plywood while I greased up my dick. I folded up his pants and set them between his spread knees to pad mine, spat on his asshole and took my place. I lowered my pants to my knees, leaned over, placed one hand on his upper back and used my other hand to guide my dick to his hole. Once I acquired my target I entered him. His anal virginity was ancient history so he didnt flinch very much and didnt give much more than a little squeak of a yelp as I shoved my dick all the way up his ass until I was laying on his back with my pubes mingling with his ass hairs. Even though he got fucked when he could he was in pain from my size and using just spit for lube. I flexed my dick in him and commenced fucking him. Despite half a century of getting fucked his hole was still a decently tight cunt for my dick, mainly because most men who fucked him were less-endowed than my eight inches. I pondered about the men who had fucked him in the past as well as who had fucked him recently. Even though I'd have preferred to be intact so I could feed cheeze to the "mice", being cut has its advantages which I appreciated more after getting pozzed because it increased my ability to rough-up a rectum to increase the possibility of infecting the asshole with my virus. I fucked Clarence for maybe fifteen minutes, expediting the fuck, and shot my diseased load deep up his ass. My dick felt really good pulsing with pleasure cumming in his ass as I got my load off up his love tunnel. After hilting myself to shoot off my initial volley I resumed thrusting and pumped my remaining AIDS virus laden semen into his ass and then rested while he whispered about how good a stud I was and that I turned him on so much that he came from getting fucked by me. I thrust a few more times and pulled out. I stood up, pulled up my pants and helped him get up. He knelt before me and sucked my weapon of a dick clean and kissed it and my balls. "Man that felt so good. Now I need to piss." I said. He knew what I wanted and obligingly remained on his knees, sucked my cock back into his mouth and sealed his lips around my shaft. I began urinating, enjoying this final part of my conquest of Clarence, as he gulped my piss. After the last drops of my piss reached his stomach he sucked off of my dick again leaving it clean and dry and kissed it. I put it away and zipped-up while he stood up. He hugged me and put his pants and shoes back on. We didnt kiss, he knew that most of us total Tops dont let bottoms or versatiles kiss us above our belts due to what they do with their mouths. Clarence hid the rimchair for later pickup and we headed back to the picnic area. The punk I had knocked-up the year before seemed to avoid me. I knew Clarence would likely treat me the same way at the following year's picnic. Not that I cared, there were still plenty of neg assholes in heat for my HIV-shooting meat. As with the asshole I knocked-up the year before, Clarence caught the flu a couple of weeks later. The only thing that saved him was his being on the husky side to have a reserve to help fight it during the flu but it took him much longer to recover. I heard about it three or four months later when my lover talked to one of his boyhood friends on the phone. He mentioned that Clarence had caught the virus and had infected his wife. Even though erection pills hadnt hit the market yet he was able to get it up, as I had seen the day I fucked him. His wife hadnt liked getting fucked after turning forty but had let him fuck her after he recovered from the flu. My lover said that if the assholes were so in heat they didnt think before getting fucked they had it cumming. As with the previous year when I heard the news my dick spontaneously got hard in my pants. Fortunately I was wearing my baggy jeans I had bought half a dozen years before so my lover coundnt see it. A few minutes later I ambled out to the garage where I masturbated in a hidden corner behind a stack of boxes and had a nice cum. I had knocked-up my lover a night or two after the virus began circulating in me but because he was cheating on me he had no leg to stand on for accusing me of knocking him up. I could have easily said he gave me the virus. We had both been sick with that initial flu and saw the same doctor who put us on a good regimen. Because we both had the same strain we continued barebacking because I preferred to fuck without a condom and he liked my cum in him. Most neg. holes I fucked I spared by letting them suck my cock instead of fucking their asses or I wore a condom but certain negs I fucked got it bareback which gave me really great feeling orgasms because I knew I was infecting them and fucking up their lives as well as plain fucking their asses. I did have a really nice feeling orgasm from a blowjob from one neg. cocksucker because he had rotten teeth and mouth sores which allowed my virus to enter his system. The next year's picnic saw a slimmer Clarence and the guy I had fucked the year before him had gained back alittle weight. Of course it would take a number of years for the virus to incubate in them and strike them hard and heavy especially if they shirked their meds. My lover and I took our meds religiously and bore the side effects with determination so we remained healthy. Clarence lived to make ninety although he looked weathered and haggard and his wife looked as bad as a street-worn bag-lady. The guy I fucked the year before I fucked Clarence looked a decade or two older than his age and his wife looked like an old lady even though they were just sixty. As with Clarence he had pozzed his wife, not knowing that I had pozzed him. Someone asked me if I ever fucked or pozzed women. He understood when I told him that I did it indirectly via their cheating bisexual bottom or versatile husbands. A couple of poz studs, one of whom was bisexual, said they got an extra orgasmic thrill by pozzing a bisexual man who would then pass his deadly seed to his wife, girlfriend or other woman the guy would then fuck. Unlike them my extra good feeling cums were strictly from pozzing the assholes I actually fucked and shot my diseased load in or maybe the guy's lover but otherwise most considered it as only collateral damage. The character we'd consider the "hero" of this story had the same excellent feeling orgasms regardless of the sexuality or marital status of the bottoms he pozzed.
