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Are you a Masculine CS, a Faggot or a Sissy
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I liked oral and anal both. The differences gave me variety not to menion that even with oral I could either put my hips to work driving my cock in someone's mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts or I could just simply kick back reading or watching porn, making out with a buddy, getting a blumpkin including when getting rimmed or just laying there while the cocksucker does the work. I still enjoyed a good blowjob as much as I liked pounding a load up an ass but when I was using a neg bottom I preferred to fuck his ass because pozzing a cocksucker was considered near impossible unless the cuntmouth had open sores in the mouth. I finally did get to pozz someone through the mouth. Phil was a slacker at the plant. In his early twenties he was less masculine than the rest of us men but at least he wasnt overtly effeminate. His wife was considered a good lay by some of the men she'd cheated on him with. Being mostly gay with my cut dick I preferred a good tight ass as well as the superior cocksucking skills of many of the gay and bi bottoms and versatiles I had at my disposal. I myself was a normal virile large man in my early forties with shorter hair, glasses, beard, nails clipped to the quick, seven and a half cut inches, size 12 feet and a libido rivaling that of an average college jock. I had to work Phil's shift several times over three years due to my bad luck with our work schedules. His latest was because he had his wisdom teeth pulled, all four at once. While I was doing his work at straight time he was kicking back on painkillers the two days he was off. Having to double back with just six hours of rest was a bitch. I decided that I would pay him back somehow even though he would be out for a few weeks after he caught the AIDS flu after I knocked him up. He was a bisexual who limited his ass to a couple of men he knew were neg but was blowing several of us. I was one of three or four poz men at the plant including the little quiff in the front office I'd had fun pozzing the year before. I think he was a bug-chaser. It was a funny circumstance when I had my landmark piece of Phil's mouth. He had shown up at the plant as I was finishing my second double shift. I kept my anger in check as he greeted me, apologized for the hardship he'd caused me and offered to drop me off at home and take me to work so I wouldnt have to ride my hog which would remain locked up in the employee lot's motorcycle area overnight. "How's your mouth feeling?" I asked as we headed to the locker room after I punched out. "Doing fine. The stitches come out of my gums in a week or two. I bet I could suck." he replied. I grinned and absentmindedly rubbed my crotch. We shot the shit on the way over to my place and he said his wife was at a hen party and his kid was at a school dance. He wouldnt be missed for a while. I let us in, got some beers out of the fridge, handed him one, saying, "Here, have a beer." We shot the shit while swilling a couple of beers and I occasionally rubbed my crotch and then reached into my pants to adjust my growing member which by then was slimy with precum. "I sure can use a good blow. You game?" I said, unzipping my trousers, lowering my shorts and freeing my meat. "I think I can take care of that." he replied, the two beers having their desired effect. I myself had drank half a beer, saving the rest until after the blowjob. I stripped in my bedroom and he did likewise. I liked the contrast between my stout hairy body and his comparitively hairless slender form. I spat on my hand and rubbed the spit onto my dick shaft while leaving the layer of precum on my glans. I knew that spit and precum also carried the virus and I needed to maximize my chances of feeding him my gift in order to get a better feeling orgasm in his mouth. I had always had better more intensely pleasurable orgasms when I knocked up a neg than when I fucked a poz, which was good enough, like my neg days when I fucked ass, but shooting my dirty cum into a clean hole gave me and my prick the added thrill of fucking up someone as well as fucking him. Laying on my back, I held my dick up for him. He bent over me and took it into his mouth. He sucked and hummed in delight at sucking my cock. He then settled into a good rythym, as he had his first week at the plant those three years before when I was neg. I was feeling good as the combination of his spit on my dick and my crotch odor from two days of sweating without having time to take a shower filled the room. I think the smells turned him on as well, judging from how he was enjoying sucking my cock. Phil fellated me for about fifteen minutes, my dick still pumping out precum all the while, the juices filling his gums from the sites of his extractions. My dick was rock hard as he pleased it with his mouth, oblivious of the fact that even then I was knocking him up through his mouth with my virus-laden precum as he worked to make my dick feel good while I lay there enjoying pozzing him with no effort on my part. He knew when to increase his pace, bobbing his head on my pick faster taking full strokes, my glans moving from his lips to his throat with each stroke of his head. He was working up a sweat although nowhere near the sweating I had done on those double shifts. I was getting close to cumming, still enjoying how good my dick felt in his talented cunt of a mouth. I didnt warn him of my pending ejaculation lest he suddenly realize my jizz could enter him through his gums and decide to abort the blowjob. I controlled my tensing up as I sometimes did before ejaculating and he kept sucking. After a couple more minutes of sexual pleasure I erupted in what was my best feeling oral orgasm, shooting my poz-carrying spunk off inside his mouth. I was euphoric as my jizz shot forth from my hard excited penis into his man-pleasing mouth. He paused a moment but I said, "Keep sucking." which he did. I then held his head and thrust for a while to better circulate my cum into his gums before releasing his head slightly a couple of minutes later so he could swallow it. Like all good cocksuckers he let very little leak out between his lips and my shaft so virtually all my cum remained in his mouth carrying my virus into him via those sewn-up holes in his gums. "Man that feels so good. I think you redeemed yourself." I said and thrust again before letting go of his head. He sucked off of my cock and replied, "Glad to help. I was hoping I could suck a dick. My asshole buddy stood me up so at least I get a load this way." I had planned to have him suck my cock when he returned to work and worried that he may have sucked a neg man or two and then declined my offer to let him suck mine if his mouth got tired or his gums started hurting. This way was much better because I got him slightly buzzed as well as got to him earlier before his gums' healing process got into full stride. I would have liked to top it off by giving him a drink of my warm beer on tap but I had heard that piss was relatively "clean" compared to spit, precum and cum and would also wash my remaining cum from his mouth. "Suck it some more." I told him. He did even though he was a bit tired from getting my first load. This way he could suck any remaining jizz from my prick which had began softening. My spent dick still felt good as he sucked on it. I myself felt good knowing that a few more HIV-carrying sperm cells were going into his compromised mouth. A few minutes later he sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. He looked at his watch and said, "I have to get home Jim. Thanks for letting me suck your cock. I''ll see ya tomorrow when I pick you up." and kissed the tip of my now resting cock. He got dressed, I made the next day's lunch while warming up dunner, ate and then hit the hay. Phil picked me up as promised and mentioned that his gums back there seemed to tingle. I suppressed a grin, wondering if it could have been caused by my viral jizz. Two weeks later he caught the "HIV-flu" and again I had to work his shift but this time it was only once because personnel worked other guys into it because his doctor said it would be at least a couple of weeks before he could return to work. His doctor tested him and he came up positive. My job was done. My dick felt good and I felt great. A day later I had my first piece of his ass as a victory fuck. His ass was nice and tight, as good a cunt as his mouth, mainly because he had limited giving it to the two or three men he knew were negative. Several guys in the know, both poz and neg, congratulated me on pozzing Phil including three men who hugged and passionately french kissed me. At least one of the men who kissed me was still neg but he liked my superior manliness. I also got a few blowjobs, rimjobs and oral foot massages from almost half a dozen bottoms and versatiles including two neg guys. I also fucked a couple of poz assholes and a neg fella offered his ass to me which I accepted and threw a great feeling fuck into, knocking him up. I also began fucking Phil's nice tight ass now that he no longer needed to worry about getting pozzed anally but the neg men who fucked him moved on to new neg holes. Phil recovered from that initial flu and went through a less than pleasant divorce. He later became the "wife' of a large bear type buddy of mine who was poz. My oral foot fetish bottom friend had said Phil wasnt worth the dirt he licked from under my toenails but after the pozzing Phil seemed more humble, respectful and easier to get along with. Over the next two decades I screwed his ass half a dozen times a year as well as availed myself of his oral talents. Phil, like many other poz guys, wasnt as diligent on his meds as I was and lived only to his mid to late forties, whereas I was in my sixties and still decently healthy, when he lost his battle. His last physical contact with me was kissing my cock and balls. A buddy hugged me, kissed me, praised my studmanship and told me, "You didnt kill him. He would have caught it sooner or later and he fucked off on his meds so dont feel like you offed him or anything." and kissed me again while caressing my cock through my pants and asked me to let him suck it, which I did. I would always remember my excitement and sexual pleasure as well as how really good my dick and I felt proving my virility and manhood by simply laying there relaxing pozzing an asshole through his mouth while he did all the work and I got all the glory.
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Earl the 22 year old fairy was slender, sported long bleached hair and no facial hair, wore no glasses and had manicured nails like a woman. He looked like a titless broad. I was a couple of inches taller at 6' and 50 lbs. heavier at 200 even. I was twice his age, balding, bearded, wore my classic mens hornrim style glasses which I preferred over the wire frames men started wearing in the early 1970's. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. I had a buddy who was similar to me in height and age but he weighed 250, his glasses had the tortoise shell coloring and he had brown straight hair, just a mustache, and he bit his nails. We were in our early forties. Like me Darrel was a Top. Earl acted like he wanted to be pozzed. I had fucked a punk that Darrel had fucked but didnt know Darren had been pozzed by another 'hole he had fucked. I caught the "aids flu" almost a couple of weeks later. Darrel and I had just come from the aids clinic and saw Earl who then cruised us. "Looks ike a queen in heat." I said gesturing to the blond fairy sitting on a bench. "I'd like to pump my aids up that twat." replied Darrel as he reached under his gut and grabbed his crotch. "I'm with ya." I told him and kissed him. We walked over to the queen. "Hi fella." I said as Darrel grinned. "Hi there!" the fella gushed. We set our asses on the bench next to him and began talking. Earl gave us the limp wrist when we shook hands introducing ourselves. He than asked us if we fucked ass. I proudly said that I enjoyed fucking ass and mouth as well as getting rimmed and my sweaty feet orally serviced. Darrel was similar to me in tastes but also liked feeding his dick cheeze to cocksuckers although he didnt tell Earl that. We ended up going to the cheap motel where our buddy Hank took many of his conquests. "Hi Dave." I said to Dave the desk clerk and landlord of the motel. "Hi studs. Adding another conquest to your guns?" he replied as we shook hands, his manly nailbitten fingers feeling good in my hand. He shook hands longer with Darrel and they kissed. Dave's obese wife was oblivious to us, her mind buried in the latest trash novel she was reading in the room behind the office. I then kissed Dave and took the room key he handed me while he took the money from Earl. Once in the room we all stripped and Earl started things off right by kneeling and kissing our dicks and noticed Darren's foreskin. He sucked the man's cock and licked smegma from under his foreskin, swallowing it while humming in delight. Darrel thrust a few times out of manly instinct as the fairy sucked his dick clean. We men hugged and french kissed while Earl did his duty beneath my buddy's modest gut. Darrel skinned his hood back in Earl's mouth so the the poof could eat the rest of his cheeze. My dick was hardening as we men shared man to man affection with Earl eating my fellow stud's smegma. Earl then sucked off of the man's dick and kissed it. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Earl offered. "How tight are you?" I asked him. He said he had lost his anal cherry two months before and had been raped a month later. It turned out one of my friends had raped him. He saw my boner harden more so Darrel told me to go first. Earl switched his position from under Darrel's gut to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked a while, inhaling my crotch odors while humming in delight, then opened wide, pulled back and kissed my spitty dick. Earl pulled back the covers on the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. Darrel and I spat on his hole and I mounted him. "You better bite the pillow." I warned him. He obliged and I put my dick to his hole. He winced as I let my weight drive it in. He whined, shook and shuddered as my stiff prick forced its way into his sphincters. My dick then popped through and he stifled a scream as I continued on up his ass and hilted myself. I had him pinned and he asked me if I had aids. "Yes." I replied with a grin that Darrel returned. "Please pull out. I dont want it. Please!" he whined. "Fuck you. Once I'm in I fuck and cum. You should have asked at the Center, not wait until after my dick's in you." I told him in no uncertain terms as I brutally thrust twice and then flexed my hilted love muscle deep inside his still tight hole. The rape laws in this state applied only to men raping women and even if Earl was a woman, the law at the time stated that once a woman consented to penetration and the man had entered he has the right to fuck and cum before having to pull out. I began fucking the fairy who screamed and cursed us. Darrel stuffed our dirty socks we'd worn for a few days into the poof's mouth and held them as the poof struggled under me. I held his wrists as he tried to ineffectually kick. I thrust in his ass as he tried to resist my dick. I was having a ball performing one of my more difficult conquests because I was winning. The more he tried to wiggle his ass the more action my dick got in it as my loins joyfully pumped pain into him with my powerful-feeling prick. I was sweating and breathing hard as I thrust in him, my pelvis rocking back and forth driving my hard seven inches deep with each thrust. I had to jab my thick nails into his wrists to help still him as I took the piece of ass he owed me. Darrel was still holding the back of his head with one hand and our stinky socks in his mouth with the other. I kissed Darrel's masculine hand and soldiered on, my hips taking over as earl sobbed, knowing he was defeated and his fate sealed after putting up a futile fight to save himself from my deadly aids-gun and its poison sperm-bullets. "Take it you fuckin' bitch. Make my dick feel good!" I growled as sweat dripped from my brow into my glasses. "You're doing good my friend." Darrel said as I drilled the asshole. My dick was feeling really good tearing up the nice tight twat. I jack-hammered and then told the punk, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I rammed it in with a series of brutal hip-snaps and hilted myself as my intial volley of half a dozen deadly spurts of pleasure erupted from my powerful penis into his sore hole. I then thrust a few more times, my pevis slapping his ass with each quick full thrust of my joy-filled penis, and then lay on and in him, satiated, as the last of my sperms carried their toxic load from my dick into his rectal walls. "Excellent job stud." Darrel said as we kissed. I then thrust some more to zark-off the last of my spunk into Earl who lay limp under me sobbing feeling sorry for himself. "You hard?" I adled Darrel. "Fuck, I have a diamond-cutter here. Let me at 'im." he replied. I pulled my spent love-shaft from the asshole who seemed relieved and took over holding his head and mouth. "Dont pull anything bitch." I told Earl who obeyed, fearing we'd just make things harder. Darrel mounted him and found his target. He slid his dick right in and began fucking. Watching my heavy buddy fuck that asshole in my cum was a turnon, especially knowing he'd also pump his deadly load up him. Being intact, Darrel' was able to cum sooner than I did although he was also turned on by fucking in my cum. I myself had taken seconds after him a few times which reduced the time I needed to get my rocks off because I was always turned on fucking a hole he had just fucked and shot his load in. Darrel's fingertips bulged out from in front of of his bitten nails as he held Earl's wrists in a vise-like grip. He manfully fucked Earl who was defeated and knew his fate was sealed. Soon my partner was fucking harder, beginning to breathe hard and just start to sweat as he enjoyed himself. My own dick was starting to harden as Darrel fucked Earl faster and harder. The stud then grunted and hilted himself as his dick released his deadly load. "Man that feels so good spurtin' off in that cunt." Darrel happily exclaimed and thrust again as Earl struggled again at being called a cunt. I kept holding Earl's head as Darrel and I french kissed. "Time to pull out of this cunt but first I need to thrust some more in it." he added, pumping a few more strokes to force our sperms into the rips in Earl's rectal walls before yanking out. "Suck it clean!" Darrel ordered the poof who vehmently spat out the socks as soon as his head was released. Instead of obeying, the bitch spouted off a string of profanities and swung at us until Darrel restrained him and told him to go douche out his cunt. The perv obeyed then, going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Here, wipe that asshole's shit off with this." I said as I handed Darrel Earl's shirt. Darrel cleaned himself off and handed me the shirt. I wiped my dick on the remaining clean spot and threw it onto Earl's clothes and we got dressed. We headed to the door and Earl came out as we walked out the door. As it was, he got dressed except for his shirt and ran out looking for us. By that time we had dropped off the key and were gone. David later said the poof was pissed but knew not to bother looking for us. We were sad that the session had gone from glad to bad but were happy that we had completed our goal. Darrel later told me he'd heard that Earl had converted. We men hugged and french kissed as we caressed each other through our pants. We celebrated with Darrel jacking us off into some poof's mouth and pissing in it in an alley behind a bar.All in all the fairy had it cumming.
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Hey guys, looiking to meet other like minded men while on vacation. Discreet fun looking to bottom for a man or men…love group play and poppers.
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Whats more attractive in a versatile nasty pig, Bearded or cleanshaven?
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More recent pics of me at my.BarebackRT.com/muscledpigbottom I'll be visiting the NYC/DC area from October 2nd till the 13th for a work seminar. Given that raw sex and getting a massive amount on loads doesn't come as easy as it should here in Latin America, I figured I'd give it a go while I'm over there. I'm 5'4", 130lbs, work out regularly, undetectable, with a hairy chest, buzz cut hair, and trimmed ass. I've been told I come off as masculine, even though I'm not striving towards giving that impression. I'm 420 friendly, love poppers and can take two dicks at once, especially if their churning another load already in me. I haven't written for this site in a while but there's a bunch of stories on my profile of my cum hunting ways. I've done pretty much all my fantasies except being the cumdump that you can see in porn movies, taking load after load without giving a fuck. I'm ideally looking for a top with some experience hosting gangbangs, even more so if he knows other hung tops that like seeing a short muscled bottom be used and filled as a cumhole. I'm interested in getting fucked and bred, so whatever bodies are attached to the dicks that'll do the breeding aren't important. Big dicks that shoot big loads is what I'd like to find. Also something I'd love for but that is by no means a requirement would be to have a video shot of me taking the loads. My inspiration comes from the bottoms from porn movies that are blindfolded taking load after load without giving a fuck about the guy, just the dick and the cum. I'm also interested in advice on where to go in the city where there's good breeding going on, as it'll be my first time visiting NYC. Hopefully I get some replies to this post. For more pics, as I don't know how to delete my attachments on this site, and BBRTS can be kind of restrictive, my IG is instagram.com/pieromeza. It's private as I'm somewhat restrained by the context I live in, but I'll happily share more pics and videos with anyone who's interested in giving me a hand in this cum quest. Just drop a line and let me know you come from the breedingzone. Cheers to all and thanks for reading.
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Hello guys. I'm currently here in Portland, Oregon right now that will be graduating from school here by the end of Spring term. I plan to move out of the city for many reasons, but 2 of many reasons are, the city is very white populated, whom a lot are simply xenophobic. Another reasons is that there are too many bottoms over here. I know that there will always be a higher bottom to top ratio but just curious what city has the most tops? Just to inform you men, I am a bottom, that doesn't have much time to play much, but then I do, there isn't a cock big enough that I couldn't take. P.S. What city is best to live where the job market is good? http://bttmsub4topdad-rape.tumblr.com/
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Masculine Sub bottom will be visiting London the first week of August. First time visiting so I need to find some fun wild guys to show me around.....Open to anything fun and wild. Hit me up at expdbijock@gmail.com
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Masculine Sub bottom will be visiting London the first week of August. First time visiting so I need to find some fun wild guys to show me around.....Open to anything fun and wild. Hit me up at expdbijock@gmail.com
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We had a little three-way during lunch break in a seldom-used building at the plant. We had eaten lunch before had, or arranged to eat afterwards, in order to free-up the time needed for the fuck session. The three of us were Doug, a swarthy 22 year old man-loving guy, mostly a bottom, with long black shoulder length hair and no facial hair; Philip was a 23 year old sort of husky bug-chaser who sported straight blond collar-length hair and cheeze under his foreskin. He was versatile, screwing the less masculine dudes and bottoming for us masculine men. He had tested negative a week before we got together, and hadn't had sex since he was tested. I am a 25 year old tall, angular Top who wears glasses, sport a full beard and have seven poz, cut inches. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. At the time of this action I had been positive for a few years and had pozzed Doug up his ass a year and a half before. As with other neg holes I pozzed, fucking Doug had given my dick a really first class orgasm, leading me to pump my poz jizz up his AIDS-virgin ass. I had a feeling Phil was in heat for my meat even though he knew I was poz. The session started with Doug sucking Phil off and holding his cheeze and cum in his mouth while Phil sucked my cock to hardness, leaving slick with spit. Doug then wrapped his spit, cum and cheeze-filled mouth around my hard dick and left the mixture on it, and then moved-on to rim Phil, who was bent-over the workbench. Doug and I then spat on Phil's hole and I stepped up to him and slid my slimy dick into his ass, entering him with a single thrust. Phil flinched and yelped as I shoved myself right up his ass. I gripped the asshole's hips and fucked him, pounding him good and, ten minutes later, having a good orgasm in his ass, all the while Doug admired me. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I pumped my virus-laden cum up Phil, who complemented me on the good fuck I put to his ass. I hilted myself and left my dick up him for a couple of minutes, taking short thrusts to both prolong the pleasure my dick was enjoying, and to force my loaded sperms into his anal walls so I passed my virus into him. My dick stayed hard the whole time, and I knew I had added yet another neg asshole to my conquests, converting him as I had converted Doug. After a few harsh full-strokes, I pulled out. Phil had to take a piss, so Doug knelt and Phil put his penis in Doug's mouth, who drank the man's piss, sucked off of his cock and then kissed it. Phil then sucked my dick clean and I urinated in his mouth. Phil drank it all, sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed both my cock and and my sweaty balls. "I love your dick, Jim!" he gushed at me as he hugged me tightly. I wondered how he'd feel about me and my mighty dick when he caught the fuck flu a couple of weeks down the line. Phil then bent-over and Doug kissed his ass but didn't felch it . Our session wrapped up just in time to get back to work. Just about on schedule Phil caught the HIV flu and was sick from work for almost a month. When we heard the news, Doug sucked me off and lovingly kissed my dick. When Phil returned to work the first thing he did when we had privacy was to drop to his knees, open my fly, fish out my dick and lovingly kiss it and my balls. I was shocked as hell but he said he knew he would get infected sooner or later and wanted a masculine, studly man and not some less-than-masculine fella to take his AIDS-cherry and knock him up. Phil was more responsible about taking his meds than Doug, whose health consequently declined over the years. Both still liked me and loved servicing my dick both in their mouths as well as up their asses, and both would knock-up a few more neg holes. Once when we were talking, Phil mentioned to me that when he knew he was pozzing a neg hole, his orgasms felt nearly twice as good as when he fucked an already poz hole.
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I had a wonderful and varied sex life putting my uncut meat and cheeze to about 25 new bottoms and verastiles per year. It was surprising mainly because I was another short fat dude with a small penis but unlike Carl who was cut and bit his nails I was uncut and never bit my nails nor cleaned them often. I worked in various automotive fields, mostly parts. I worked in a rebuilding plant, an auto parts store and later a junkyard where we stripped cars and trucks and sorted the parts for sale, selling to rebuilders or scrapping. My callused rough strong hands and thick nails also facilitated holding some bottoms in place while I fucked them although most were willing to get their heads under my beer belly and suck my small cock or loved taking it up their asses for an easy painless or low pain fucking. I was shooting about a load a night on the average but slowed down in my forties. As I approached my fifties I began experiencing erectile problems. I couldnt get as hard as I used to so I was limited to oral and masturbating unless I fucked really loose assholes. I had the option of the then new erection pills or fucking women whose cunts were stretched out by having too many kids but that was about as appealing as fucking a shoe and I had heard about the pills causing blindness. As I turned fifty I was sucked off by someone who had a tongue piercing which scraped my dick enough to make it bleed. Turned out that cocksucker had just sucked off a poz cock, much of the man's cum remaining in his mouth when he sucked my dick. The virus from that poz jizz entered me through that cut on my dick. I got that horrible flu two or three weeks later and was knocked for a loop. I had to take a couple of weeks off from work which didnt please my boss at all. I then had little sex life other than jacking off or getting blowjobs from poz cocksuckers. It was OK and satisfied my needs for getting off and then I met a poz guy with a loose ass and had a ball fucking him. Much as I loved feeding my cheeze and cum to cocksuckers and using their mouths as urinals I also still loved to fuck ass. After the fourth or fifth time I fucked him he told me about how great he felt when he pozzed someone, how really good his dick felt when he pumped his deadly poisoned jizz up a negative asshole. I was jazzed and decided to find an eligable hole to infect. My problem was finding a neg hole that was stretched enough to allow my semi-hard to penetrate him. I finally met someone named Doug at a social club. Doug was in his mid twenties, on the slender side with long black hair and clean-shaven. He had been careful about who he let fuck him and made sure they wore condoms or at least pulled out before cumming. He would let some finish in his mouth and swallow their loads. We got together and I used his mouth a few times and he developed a bond with me because he was also part "mouse" in that he liked eating a man's dick cheeze too. One day he said he wanted me to knock him up. I had put my dick in his ass a few times and fucked but honored his wishes to cum in his mouth. He then admitted that he got fisted a few times by men with small hands who kept their nails clipped or bitten to the nubs so he didnt have to worry about nails cutting his rectum. I remembered my buddy Jim at the junk yard bragging how he pozzed a difficult to infect fist-fuck bottom asshole by fisting him and slicing-up his rectum inside with his nails first. I had the nails for the job and like Jim had let them grow a little longer and then clipped them straight across so their sharp corners could help them do their job inside Doug's ass as Jim's had in some of the assholes he pozzed. Doug had seen my nails grow out over the next couple of weeks til they went past my fingertips. He went and got tested and had what would be his last neg test result. Once he had his results that he was still neg we made a date for that afternoon and after getting home I cut my nails straight across. That afternoon Doug noticed I had cut them straight across. "Yeah, they were getting a bit too long." I replied. I didnt mention anything about the reason why I let em grow longer so I could cut them the way I did but he'd likely figure it out soon enough. "Dont you ever clean 'em?" he then asked. "If I do they just get dirty again just as soon as I punch-in and start work at the junk yard." I replied. After we stripped and he lay on his stomach on his bed. "I'm gonna just grease your hole a bit so my dick will slide a little better." I told him and greased my index finger, skinned my hood back and scooped some smegma from there with the nail of my index finger and then shoved that finger up his hole. I extended fully it so it curved backwards alittle and rotated my wrist a dozen or so times to cut his rectum a bit, then I crooked that finger to a ninety-degree angle and rotated my wrist another half dozen times, doing more slicing. I then straigtened it out again as before and pumped it in his ass a few times, my nail cutting into his rectum with each thrust as I rotated my wrist while thrusting. He seemed concerned but then again he wanted to get pozzed by me as much as I wanted to poz him. I was taking advantage of the fact that a hole cant really feel inside itself past the anal ring sphincter muscles. I pulled my finger out. It had blood on it and the bit of smegma I had under the nail was gone so my dirty sharp nail had done its job in him. Seeing what I had done to his asshole inside my dick was boned, seemingly more than it had been in years without even having to get sucked on. I added some grease to it and mounted Doug who seemed to shiver in anticipation. I put it to his hole and then shoved it in. I lay on his back, my dick in him to my nuts, and then I fucked him. Being intact I was able to fuck him for less than ten minutes but those minutes were very enjoyable for me, especially as I neared my orgasm. I fucked him faster and a little harder and then my dick welled-up with that really great feeling. I ejaculated inside him as my penis spasmed with the ultimate pleasure, a pleasure I hadnt felt that intense since I had fed some cocksucker my smegma and fucked and cummed in his mouth when I was in college. I let my dick shoot its initial volley of over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of death-seed, rested almost a minute and then began thrusting again to mix it into his innards and force my infection-carrying sperms into the cuts in his love-tunnel walls. My dick felt alive like a dangerous snake pumping its deadly venom into its prey. I let my hips do their thing as my loins propelled my prick in his ass like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. I almost couldnt believe how good my over half-century-old dick felt as I filled Doug with my deadly dick-shot death-venom. I rested on his back, my dirty dick still buried inside him. "That's the best fuck I got since I met that biker!" he gushed as he arched his back and tried massaging my dick with the muscles of his loose ass.. "You're the best feeling piece of ass I've had in the last two decades." I answered and thrust again. "Leave it in stud!" he added. I did and took a short nap before my dick finally shriveled completely and came out as I shifted my position. I stood up beside the bed. He got up, knelt before me and lovingly sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my scrotum. He then sucked my index finger and kissed its nail as well. "If this takes hands like yours will be my next fetish." he said as we headed to the bathroom. "Piss in my mouth." he begged as we stepped into the bathtub. "I'll be glad to." I said as I he knelt before me. I put my penis in his mouth and took a very pleasurable piss which he drank all of, then he sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry the way he had after I pulled it out of his ass. He kissed it and thanked me for a wonderful time. I got dressed and left his place. I stopped at the local mixed-sexuality watering hole I sometimes frequented and had a beer to celebrate the great feeling orgasm I had pozzing Doug's ass. I saw him a few times over the next couple of weeks and then he called me saying he felt as if he had been beaten up by a team of bikers. He had finally caught the HIV flu courtesy of my finger, its nail and my HIV-shooting dick. I helped him each day through his flu and when he finished getting over the flu and started feeling good a month later he got tested. When his results came back positive he hugged and passionately french-kissed me. He took me out to dinner and a show which was a dirty movie at the adult cinema on gay night. We held hands and he caressed mine, kissed it and then sucked me off, swallowed my load and kissed my dick. I wondered if he was falling in love with me. Doug wasnt a one man hole. While he still occasionally serviced my meat, rimmed me, drank my piss and even orally serviced my feet when I got off work, he was also taking loads from any man who looked and acted masculine and was passing my bug to other neg holes who looked and/or acted effeminate.This exposes an example of how long fingernails can be used to facilitate pozzing difficult to infect assholes and why it may be wise to be weary of men with long nails when trying to remain neg. -
A holier than thou punk had been dissing and harassing the positives. We got tired of him and had told him to go play with his neg friends. He didnt really know me since I seldom was where he was. I was still healthy looking, almost forty, 6' tall, about 240, long shoulder length hair, glasses, and 7" of cut meat. I worked at a junk yard so I was usually greasy with callused hands and the dirt and grease under my nails was as dark as my glasses frames. The asshole was in his mid twenties with the maturity of a teenager. He had blond hair, unisex attire including dainty (unlike my classic mens hornrim type)glasses, wore earrings and other jewelry and sometimes did drugs but we saw no tracks on his arms. He was mostly versatile and his ass had been fucked by some big ones but he was never fisted. Someone said a couple of poz guys had fucked him but he had beat the odds. He was such a goddamn scumbag douche he wasnt worth the dirt my foot fetish friend licked from under my toenails when he sucked my sweaty feet. "Maybe he needs to get fisted and then fucked or at least dry-fucked." I said. "Good idea." replied someone nearby. They decided that it would be easier to dry fuck him than to get up a team to hold him down so someone could ram his fist up his ass which would be too tight to do quickly. Normally a new fistee would have to be fed quaads and stretched over a period of at least a week according to fisters I'd talked to. Rushing it could rip the asshole's sphincters and render him useless to most of us men who would later want a piece of his ass. I had fisted a few assholes but only ones that were already broken-in, given my full size hands. Anyway I liked the idea of ripping someone up with pelvic thrusts of my dick as I fucked him, pumping pain into him with my love weapon while my dick and I felt nothing but pleasure being a superior manly stud conquering some scumbag obviously inferior to me and other men, and the ultimate feeling when I ejaculated pumping my deadly AIDS in him while he cried feeling sorry for himself. I had done that to a virgin one although he was more or less wasted on dope and another asshole who had been fucked only by small-endowed men. Both of those assholes bled and I could have knocked them up had I been positive back then. We knew where the punk hung out and what kind of men turned him on. I was on the fringes of the kind of men he would service and my cut 7" was bigger than the usual 5" and 6" dicks he usually took although he had taken a nine and ten-inch when he could find one. That meant his hole was used to bigger ones and was less likely to get the tiny tears and fissurs that would let the virus into his system. My dick was up to it and I was one of the better-hung men as well as larger and stronger than the guy with the cut nine-inch I had shared a bug-chaser with. We knew that once I rammed it up the asshole and started pumping he would fight to get out from under me. The plan was to hang out in the bar the asshole frequented and if he didnt pick up a trick by the panic hour I'd try my luck cruising him and hopefully take him to a rented room we had set up and score. After three successive nights the plan actually worked. One night seemed a slow night for him and he seemed in heat. He was a versatile but often let the other guy fuck him first because he seemed to be in more pain if he got fucked after cumming or was less inclined to want to get fucked after he came. I would have liked to fuck him after he got off just to put more pain to him but then again I figured he might cum from getting fucked. I took a stool near him at half past one in the morning and as he sat dejectedly nursing his drink I fondled myself and he noticed. He nodded, I nodded back and he asked me if I was versatile. I replied I was even though I'm a Top and never intended to let anyone use me for a bottom. A few more words and he seemed resigned to settle for me and we left. We took a cab to what I said was my place and we went into the apartment. We hugged but I could tell he wasnt as attracted to me as he was to the younger more hip guys he preferred. He seemed even less attracted to me when he saw me in the light. At least he didnt try to bolt. If he did the team would come out of the walk-in closet and help hold him down if necessary. "Do you want to go first?" he asked. "Yes, I want to fuck you, then we can go from there." I replied as we stripped. He looked semi-athletic as well as his coiffed hair and dandy-like appearance which was quite a contrast to my plain blue collar with long hair look. We left our glasses and socks on although I would have loved to have him give my sweaty feet some oral service as well. "Suck it hard." I told him. He knelt and did as he was told. My dick felt good as I stood looking down on him while he sucked it to hardness. I hardened quickly in anticipation of what I would do to his ass. He left it wet as instructed and lay on his stomach on the bed. I stood behind him so he couldnt see that I was simply faking greasing up. I merely dribbled some of my own spit onto my dick and then spat on his asshole and mounted him. He seemed to feel the lack of sliminess but didnt say anything. I then let my weight drive it in. "Ow!" he whined as I forced my dick up his ass. I hilted myself in a couple of powerful thrusts as he whined and cussed me out. I lay on him pinning him down much like when I pinned a bug to a block of wood in a college freshman science class while he got used to my spit-lubed dick in him. I began fucking him and he squealed, "You ugly son of a bitch!" and tried to wiggle his ass side to side in a vain attempt to dislodge my dick from his hurting hole. I jabbed his ass cheeks with my thick thumbnails which caused him to cuss more but he kept still to avoid more jabs. "Fuck you!" I growled while punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. I then fucked him as harshly and brutally as I could including hip-snaps and full strokes but careful enough to keep it from slipping out of him. I also angled myself from side to side to tear the sides of his rectum as well as moved my pelvis up toward his head and down towards his feet to get the top and bottom of his rectum. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths as well working to get him bleeding inside. He felt it and fought but I was able to keep him under me with the help of grabbing his hips and sometimes his upper arms tighter, my thick nails which I kept cut straight across digging-in including drawing blood. That blood was minuscule compared to the blood I had coming out his rectal walls as I had a ball tearing him up inside before pumping for the kill. I felt his hole getting a little slicker and managed to raise myself up by grabbing his upper arms and looking back between my belly and his ass and saw what looked like streaks of blood on the exposed part of my dick which I then slammed back home before he got any ideas. I then lay on his back and began piston-thrusting in him, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I gradually sped up. My dick and my male ego were both feeling good as I pounded him into the bed. I was glad for the rubber sheet under the bedsheet knowing what was to be spilled including cum and blood. I let my pelvis take over, my dick going from pile-driving to jack-hammering him into the bed as I raced toward my climax. Pure happiness took over as I got closer and then it hit, I began pumping my powerful bullets of diseased cum into the asshole who seemd to be resigned that I now 'owned' him as I happily pumped my AIDS into him. I repeatedly rammed it home as the great feeling my dick enjoyed almost hurt because it felt so fucking good pulsing with that utmost intense pleasure, the male orgasm. I slammed it home until I was sure every last virus-carrying sperm cell had left my dick and was doing its work carrying my filthy deadly viral load through the rips in his anus into his bloodstream. I rested, catching my breath, as some sweat rolled off me onto him. I could feel a bit of sweat wetness between his back and my belly and chest. "Man, fuck that felt fucking fantastic! I cant remember the last time my dick felt that good. I'm so glad I fucked you." I exclained. The punk seemed to ignore it, seething in his own world of pain and misery having been fucked in more ways than one by a manly beefy self-centered stud nearly twice his age and masculinity. I corkscrewed my hips to stir my load in him and force more virus through his battered rectal walls into his bloodstream as well as add pain to him and pleasure to my penis which was still mostly hard. He cussed me out and told me to pull out. Again I said "Fuck you!' emphasized with two brutal thrusts and remained laying on and in him enjoying the afterfuck. I finally pulled out five munutes later, my dick pink with cum and blood and a little brown as well. He saw it and just about freaked knowing how much I tore him up inside. I would have liked to make him to suck it clean and make him drink my warm beer on tap but with his rage that was out of the question. Instead I turned my back to him and wiped my dick off on his shirt, then dropped it back onto his clothes. "I see you came." I said, noticing the white slime on the bed when he got up. Much as he objected to how I treated him I knew that I would turn him on enough that he would cum from getting fucked by me although he would never admit it. Many less-than-masculine bottoms seem to love being used like a cheap piece of cunt by us masculine Tops. I got dressed and he reluctantly did too. He said that he would never have sex with me again even though he likely knew he owed me a blowjob. He had thought it would be a nice session of versatility with maybe some 69ing and trading fucks and sucks but once I had him pinned to the bed with my dick he knew it was a different story. I quickly got dressed and watched as he got dressed. He then said a few choice words on his way out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as I made sure he was gone the team came out. "Great fuck Jim. You're a fuckin hero!" one guy said and hugged and kissed me. A series of hi-fives and slaps on the back along with more hugs and kisses finished the glee. We then headed home. A couple of weeks later I walked into our usual watering hole and Tom who was a bear a dozen years my senior threw a bear hug and french kiss on me and told me they had found out the punk was sick with the AIDS flu. "Good work stud, you did it!" he exclaimed and kissed me again. A round of hugs and kisses followed and one guy asked me to fuck his mouth which I did in the mensroom. I felt good being hailed as a hero for enjoying tearing up some asshole with my dick and having a really great feeling orgasm knocking him up with my deadly cum. A month later the punk tested positive. Another round of jubilation including a poz bottom who loved getting fucked by me, sucking my dick clean, drinking my piss and kissing my powerful dick and balls. A week after that a bug-chaser asked me to fuck him because he wanted a masculine stud to knock him up. I gladly pumped my aids up his ass. It was almost as great feeling an orgasm as when I fucked that punk two months before. The joys of fucking someone more ways than one. The punk's immaturity extended to his neglect of taking his meds properly. He got sick and last anyone heard he was bedridden in a hospice.
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Hi; While I enjoy casual hook ups very much, lately I have been more interested on one-on-one piggy exploration and limits-pushing sessions. Many guys say that they want to get "twisted" and wild, but when you get to them (or they get to you), they are just lying down there, waiting for you to fuck them while doing absolutely nothing. Some don't even kiss! To me, that is a waste of time. Those "cum and go" things were ok when I was 20, but now that I am in my 40's, I am more interested in quality. I am looking for steady fuck buddies who like to get fucked and who are not afraid of exploring intimacy. Long sessions, lots of kissing, lots of fucking BB, but also willing to hang out and just have a good time. All types are welcome. it definitively depends on how we get along. I guess my only request is hygiene, a squeaky clean ass is a tasty ass. I am mostly looking for on-on-one sessions. For the last 10 years I have participated in a lot of parties and group sex, and I am a little tired of it. One-on-one, to me, is certainly more intimate and fun. Please note, I am not looking for a boyfriend. pozdanny@yahoo.com if you wanna start the conversation.
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I knew two chubbys named Bill. The first one who was also a personal friend who worked at the plant with me was "Slobby Bill" who looked like a glasses-wearing Marty Allen. Like me he was a Top. The other Bill was the one I fucked. He wasnt as fat and heavy as Slobby but still fat. He wore glasses like Slobby and I did and had a horseshoe of short blond hair circling his bald pate, a mustache, and bitten nails like Slobby and myself. We first met at the gay church and then saw each other at a Pride carnival the year before the carnival committee eliminated the ride concessions. One night he rode my bus almost all night and I reached behind to hold his hand as I tooled the green and white city bus along the route for two of my three round trips. Before he got off we made a date. I got off work, had supper, made lunch for the next day at work, hopped a but to his place,arrived and waited because he was late getting home, having had dinner and a piece of a less than masculine fella who then dropped him off. Bill had a small dick but because he was still more masculine than the fella he fucked he was the Top. He let us in and we hugged and kissed, then had a beer and went to bed. Our first part was him sucking my dick hard. I had face-fucked him in the mens room in the basement of the mall a month before so I was going to nail his ass tonight. After he fondled my dick to hardness with his manly nailbitten hand he sucked on it to get it spitty. I then added some grease while he lay on his stomach. I spat on his asshole and mounted him. I adjusted my position and slid my dick between his fat cheeks and lined up my shot. I shoved my dick up his fat ass as he flinched a little. His ass was a good cunt and I was able to hilt my seven and a half inches inside him and then fuck him. I felt great fucking my fat freind. His fatness made for a nice soft back to lay on which felt great under me. He was built for comfort and his hole made my dick feel good as I made love to him up his ass. I ran my hands along his corpulant sides and then held his masculine hands and fucked him. I increased my tempo and stroke, enjoying his love-tunnel and then got my urges, fucked him faster and nutted in him, that excellent feeling that is the male orgasm making my dick feel really good as I pumped my first load of the night up his ass. I could tell Bill enjoyed it as much as I did as I remained laying on and in him, thrusting from time to time. "You're a good piece of ass Bill." I said as I thrust a last time. "Thanks Hank. You're a good stud." he replied. We shot the shit for half an hour while I reloaded and I fucked him again. It took me longer to pop my second load up him but it felt just as good as my first nut. My dick felt right at home in him and he felt good under me. It was a nice warm night in July so we didnt need so much as a sheet over us to keep warm. I drifted off to sleep still laying on his back. I awoke the next morning, my dick all but flaccid but still up his ass. I decided to try a third fuck and began slightly moving my pelvis to get my dick to harden. It took awhile and Bill more or less remained asleep. My dick did begin to harden and I soon had it moving in his still cum-filled hole. He awoke as I began fucking him in ernest. He seemed a little disoriented but finally realized he had gone to sleep under me. I took longer, having just nutted twice a few hours before. It was worth it to fuck him again. I fucked him harder, faster, beginning to breathe hard and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat, but not much, as I piston-thrust in his ass. I drilled his fat ass good and finally came in him for a nice hat trick. My third orgasm wasnt quite as good as my first two but still felt good as well as put some wear and tear to his hole. After a few more finishing thrusts I went back to sleep and so did he. The sun started rising an hour later and I needed to take a morning piss. I withdrew, my dick saying goodbye to it's snug coddling host, and went to the john. A little plug of shit shot into the bowl as I began pissing. A few minutes later Bill came in the bathroom, wiped his ass good and stepped into the shower where he turned on the water, pissed in the drain and asked me to join him. I stepped in and he washed my dick and coddled my balls under the shower, then we washed each other's backs and then the rest of each other from the waist up. He washed my lower parts from waist to feet and I washed him as well. His dick did get hard so I cut off the water and jacked him off. He shot a good load which arced up and landed by the drain. We hugged and french kissed before turning on the water to rinse off. Unfortunately I never had another piece of him but I did take seconds after be broke a bottom's anal cherry and we later jacked each other off into some fem-queen's mouth before we fucked the queen's ass for our second loads and he/she sucked our dicks clean and drank warm beer from our taps.I regret not having a piece of his mouth because most of the fat guys who gave me head gave better head then average and skinny guys. I even gave him a break by not making him suck my dick clean, rim me nor drink my warm beer on tap.
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The summer was hot and muggy that fine day 35 years ago. I was in my forties, average and still looked a bit like the nerd/geek I was in college complete with my horn rim type glasses and nerd-pack in the pocket of my blue work shirt. Tim worked at the plant with me but had shoulder length blond hair and didnt wear glasses. Tim was in his early twenties, a couple of inches shorter than my just over 6' and about 165. At least he wasnt as effeminate as some others I'd shagged but still obviously less manly than me even though I was a geek. We had found out about each other at a Pride fest and that night I had pumped a load into each end of him. We had a date at a luncheonette a block from the plant. We had the late lunch period at the plant which started at one so at one pm we punched out and walked the block to a wooden building with a large sign that read "Hot Lunch." We entered and took seats at the the ten-stool counter. Harry the cook and proprietor was finishing up with last minute diners, one of whom gave Tim a smirking look that meant he knew what Tim was, on his way out the door. "Hi Harry." I said as I greeted him. "Hi Hank. That the piece you were telling me about?" he replied, pointing at Tim. "Yes. Harry, meat Tim." I added. Harry came over and took Tim's smallish hand in his big manly nailbitten bear paw and said, "Pleased to meat you." "Same here." Tim replied. "I'll be ready by the time you're through." Harry said as he hustled up our order. We dined on T-bone steaks with potatoes & gravy while Harry began cleaning up after the main lunch-hour crowd. I had been friends with Harry since we first met at a sex club where I had helped hold down a fairy who wanted to quit after five men had fucked him. Harry was sixth and needed to bust his nut in the poof so I joined four other men to help hold the punk on his stomach on the wrestling mat floor of the orgy room so Harry could mount and fuck him. He was further impressed with me when I wanted to go after him in his cum and that of the other five men who had fucked the punk. He traded places with me, helping hold the cursing poof in place while I mounted up and took my piece. I had a good feeling orgasm in that perv as did the other men who helped me hold him down after I pulled out. Harry was as masculine as they come with his bald pate, mustache and long sideburns, hairy beer gut, nailbitten sausage fingers, over 6 uncut inches, size 12 feet and a libido of a college stud. In the summer he wore a wife-beater, black short pants and black rubber sandals at work, in the winter he was attired in a more formal chef outfit complete with the hat. The fun started after we finished lunch. Harry turned the open/closed sign around in the front window, locked the door and we went to the men's room at the side in back as I unbuttonned my work shirt. The mens room had a urinal and a stall. One sink was opposite the urinal across from the door. The muffled sounds of traffic came in through the exhaust register in the ceiling over the toilet stall. We men started things off with a hug and french kiss. I felt his hot sweaty body as I wrapped my arms around him and felt his thick sweaty arms around me under my work shirt. A couple of minutes later our dicks were hard. We disengaged and Tim dropped to his knees, unzipped Harry's fly and took out his uncut prick. He kissed it as Harry inhaled with a smile, then sucked it into his mouth. He sucked it a moment, eating the man's two day accumulation of cheeze and left it wet with his spit, then stood up and bent over the sink. Harry and I spat on Tim's asshole. Harry stood behind him and lined up his shot. He shoved it right in and held his hips as he began fucking. I stood nearby admiring the combination of a masculine man fucking someone lacking in masculinity as Harry had a good piece of Tim. It was actually their second time together, their first being Tim sucking the man off and then drinking his piss. Harry's uncut meat gave a good performance as the man fucked the asshole to victory in just over five minutes, hilting himself as he pumped his gonads up the punk's ass. I could see Tim's five-incher stiff from getting turned on by getting fucked by Harry. I had my dick out as I watched the man conquer the punk. It was throbbing with some precum oozing out of it. I stepped over so Harry and I could french-kiss while his love-muscle shot the rest of his jizz up Tim who seemed to be having his own orgasm. Harry then thrust a couple of times, then pulled his spent love-shaft out of Tim who then knelt before him and took his semi-hard cock in his mouth to suck it clean. A few minutes later Harry grinned wide and held Tim's head and began pissing, filling his mouth. Tim gulped it all. "Great fuck and finish, Harry" I said as Tim sucked the last drops of golden man-nectar out of his cock. Tim then sucked off of the man's meat leaving it clean and dry, then he kissed it and his sweaty ball sack. The smell of man sex joined the piss and sweat smells in the tiny restroom as I had Tim suck on my dick. I was horny from joining Harry and needed some relief of my own. I pulled my cock out of Tim's mouth and had him assume the position as he'd done for Harry. I slid right up the asshole in Harry's cum just like at the sex club and hilted myself. I nodded for Harry to kiss me. We men hugged and french kissed and then I held Tim's hips and fucked him. Fucking in Harry's cum that afternoon felt even better than at the sex club as I pistoned my prick in the hole. I normally needed at least fifteen minutes of fucking to shoot my cut meat off but sharing a hole with a fellow masculine man seemed to cut the time Ineeded to get off almost in half as I fucked that hole. Ten minutes later I reached my climax and pumped my load up the asshole, my prick pulsing in pleasure as I enjoyed the ultimate feeling any man can have, the male orgasm. Harry and I french-kissed for a while as I thrust some more to pump the rest of my load up the asshole who seemed to have cummed from the fuckings we men had put to him. A few minutes later we men finished hugging and kissing and I pulled out of Tim's ass. Tim knelt before me and sucked my dick clean as he had Harry's. Like Harry had done, I held Tim's head and commenced taking a very enjoyable piss as he gulped it. Harry and I kissed again as Tim finished drinking my bodily waste and sucked off of my cock as he had Harry's, leaving it clean and dry, then he kissed my cock and sweaty balls. We men could have pissed in the urinal but pissing in someone's mouth feels so much better, almost as good as cumming in it, especially in someone less masculine than us. Harry and I hugged and kissed one more time, then we men zipped up whileTim pulled up his pants and fastened them. I buttoned up my work shirt and we left the mensroom. "That was a great fuck we had, thanks for bringing Tim. My nephew'll be here tomorrow to help me with the Friday crowd. He might want a piece of Tim too" Harry said as Tim and I headed to the back door. "We'll be here." I replied. "See you guys then" Harry said as we exited into the afternoon sun. We returned and punched back in with five or ten minutes to spare. I hoped Harry's nephew could cum at least as quick as Harry and I had.
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I had a date with a little twink of a fella whom I'd let suck my cock during afternoon break. He was 22, under 6', slender with a 29" waist, long blond hair and a dainty style of gold rim glasses. He looked almost like a titless woman. I myself was fifty, just over 6', well over 200 with a pot-gut and decent amount of body hair, balding with a full beard and the kind of glasses we men wore in the '60's. My hands were rough and calused with grease in the lines of their skin and under my nails from my mechanic job. It was the time of the year when they chapped and the skin split and were all but useless for jacking off. I had jacked off wearing rubber gloves which was satisfactory but I never found that kind of gloves again and the other brands were as bad as no gloves at all. Not all was lost because although I enjoyed jacking off I also enjoyed fucking ass and mouth especially using someone's holes for my pleasure. My normal 6" cut dick needed some action and the little fairy I had let suck my cock during break the week before needed and wanted some meat in his other cunt. We went to my place after work. After getting us some beers form the fridge I sat my ass on the sofa and had the fella sit at my feet. "Take off my shoes." I told him. He untied my steel-toed work oxfords and then knew to peel off my socks as the smells of my sweaty feet began filling the room. He reached into his pants to adjust his growing member while holding my sweat-wet sock to his face and inhaling. My ex wife had bitched about how bad my smelly feet stunk after sweating all day in my work shoes, especially in the summer but this little fetishist was getting turned on by it. He then lay my dirty socks across my shoes and took my foot in hand and began sucking my toes, licking the buildup of toejam from between them and working his way from toenails to ankles. By that time my dick was rock hard. I stood up and told him to suck it. He obeyed and fellated me for a few minutes. I then held his head and made love to his mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts, ejaculating in it after several minutes of work. He sucked my load out of my dick and swallowed it before I released his head. He sucked off of my dick but didnt kiss it. My dick felt great having used his mouth like any other cunt for my sexual pleasure. We went out to dinner at a pizza joint. I had a pizza and a half and two beers while he had half of one and one beer. We returned and watched a dirty movie before hitting the hay. "You want another blow?" he asked. "Not now, I'm saving it to fuck your ass later but I will take a good rimming." I replied as we stripped. Nude in bed I lay on my side, my back to him, and had him scrunch down to begin rimming my sweaty ass. I felt good with him under the covers burying his face in my sweaty crack and kissing, licking and sucking my hole. I wanted so much to dutch-oven him, my dick hardening at that thought. "I want you laying on your stomach or on your side with your back to me when I wake up in the middle of the night." I told him. He answered by shoving his tongue into my hole a couple of times. My dick hardened more as I drifted of to sleep. I awoke a couple of hours before the crack of dawn, my dick hard. I dipped my fingers into the jar of lube I had on the nightstand, spat on my hand and smeared the spit and lube mixture on my stiffy. He wasnt quite in position but I was able to get my dick to his ass. Once he felt it and woke up I reminded him to get into position. He rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs. I mounted him and shoved my dick back up his ass as he winced in the initial pain. He got used to my thrusts and settled in for the fucking. His ass was a good cunt, nice and tight around my dick as I lay on his back mindlessly piston-thrusting in him enjoying the good feeling of his snug twat around my dick and that I was using him for my pleasure. I lost track of time, not caring, just fucking him. The lube began to wear out so I could feel more friction. It wasnt bad, at least for my dick but I could sense the fairy was feeling a little sore. Of course I was enjoying making him sore. Every thrust of my dick both added to his pain and to my pleasure. I finally started working up a sweat and then breathing hard, varying my stroke and tempo as I finally got closer to cumming. I felt the fairy tighten up his twat around my dick. He had either cummed or the pain was worsening for him. I liked that it tightened up his hole for me as I fucked harder and faster. "You gonna cum soon?" he asked. "When my dick feels like cumming." I replied. I didnt care how he felt, just as long as my own dick felt good in him. I was the man whos purpose was to enjoy fucking and cumming in the cunt and he was the cunt whos purpose was to please us men and our dicks. He seemed to feel more pain and my dick seemed to be swelling although I wasnt yet reaching my urges yet. He started wincing with each thrust so I knew my dick was doing its job to wear his ass out. I fucked him harder, starting to pile-drive it up his sore hole. I then jack-hammered in him as he started to whine. I finally got my urges, pounded him and hilted myself as my rock hard love-pole exploded in an absolutely fantastic feeling orgasm as I pumped my pent-up load up his ass. Over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of cum blsted out of my hilted dick into the asshole who seemed to be relieved that it was about to be over. I began thrusting again to pump the rest of my load up his ass as I grinned. I had once again conquered a new piece of ass as well as enjoyed asserting my manhood by fucking someone, both in his mouth and up his ass as well as him rimming my ass and giving my feet oral service to help get my dick hard. I rested again as he asked when I was going to withdraw to which I answered, "When I'm finished with you." I was a little surprised since most holes I fucked asked or even begged me to leave it in even after I'd pumped pain as well as cum up their asses. After a few more minutes I was done. I slammed a few more thrusts home to pump more pain up his ass and zark-off the last of my sperms into him, then I yanked out and dismounted. I looked down on the poof who looked like he didnt appreciate the free stud service I'd given him. I stood and waited for him to get up. He didnt. I was able to see the filth he's left on my meat in the dim light filtering in through the window. I held out my dick and leaned over to put it in his mouth. "C'mon, open up. You need to suck it clean." I told him with a hint of growl in my voice. He capitulated and I shoved my cock in his mouth. He began sucking it clean and making it feel good once more. I felt good using his mouth to clean my dick of what he'd left on it. He did what turned out to be a half-assed job but at least he had licked and sucked most of it off my dick and swallowed it. "I need to get ready for work so let's get dressed." I told him. I put on my shorts from the night before and he started getting up and groggily picking up his clothes and putting them on as I put my trousers on and then my T-shirt. I watched him finish getting dressed. He went to the john and pissed. I was glad he didnt try shitting out my cum as a few disrespectful assholes have done. He came out and finished getting dressed. I saw him to the door and said, "Have a nice day. Dont do anyone I wouldnt do." He went and I closed the door after him, locked it and went back upstairs to strip again and take a much deserved shower including washing my love-muscle truly clean and pissing in the drain while thinking of how good it would have felt to use the pansy's mouth for a urinal.
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I was fat since my college days, the result of stuffing myself whenever I could between classes, homework and my part time job. I had taken my work vacation in December that year so I did a Santa gig at a mall for extra money when I was 28 but never went back after that year. The only good thing was wearing hip-waders under the pants of the Santa outfit because some of the snot-noses had accidents. The next gig was a couple of years later at a competing mall. This was a much better setup because the kids stood beside the throne instead of sitting in the Santa's lap when they told us what they wanted, the worst part being the ones who pulled the beard. My elf that year was a highschool girl who was competant at her job. The best part was the bonus I got at the end of the gig. My boss Cleland was fatter than me and had worked the gig himself years before and had set up the procedures there. Cle was also a bi Top who could still score ass as well as mouth. I had seen him cornholing some fairy in the mens' dressing room toward the end of that first gig. He smiled at me while still humping away once he saw that I was turned on. Not only that but after the poof sucked his dick clean he offered me seconds in the asshole which I gladly accepted. It was a great fuck in my manly boss' cum so I blew a really great feeling load in it. After the fella sucked my dick clean my big old boss and I hugged and french kissed each other. Cle wasnt anything near Hollywood handsome even when he was my age but his raw masculinity more than made up for it. He was a healthy sixty years old but could fuck like he was three or four decades younger. The second year Cle asked me back, adding that I'd get a male elf. I joked about if the elf was a cute blond. He said Danny had auditioned for the part and passed it the way the others did but that Danny cinched the job by sucking him off, swallowing his cum and kissing his cock. That second year at his mall was better than the first thanks to Cle hiring Danny. Danny worked well with me so we hit it off well. He was a thin petite blond who could have played Peter Pan and was sometimes mistaken for a titless woman. Most men had long hair in 1980 with Danny being no exception. I was fucking all kinds of men and fairies ranging from poofs like Danny to butch biker types and truckers who liked having a man's load up their asses to lubricate their insides on the long hauls. The first night of the gig with Danny was great. We had stripped in the dressing room and hung up our costumes. "Nice ass Danny." I'd said. "Thanks. Want some of it?" he replied. I lowered my shorts and showed him my hardening dick under my belly. He dropped to his knees and sucked it to full hardness. Although I tipped the scales at 280 on my 6' frame I sported just over 7" of cut meat. I would have liked to be uncut but the circumcision craze had swamped the country decades before. My only consolation was being able to pound ass harder without much chance of hurting my glans. After sucking my dick to hardness and kissing it Danny stripped off his shorts, bent-over and grabbed his ankles while I added some lube to his spit on my dick. I spat on his asshole, stood behind him, lined up my shot and shoved it right in. It was obvious that Danny's nineteen year old hole was no virgin. He hardly flinched as I slid right in and hilted myself. I flexed my love muscle inside him and made love to him him, my good sized nailbitten hands gripping his hips to keep us steady. I felt really good, a big fat masculine man conquering a masculinity-lacking little fairy. I soon was piston-thrusting in him and could tell he was enjoying it just as much as I was. My dick felt really good in that queen as I made love to him, my pelvis occasionally slapping his ass, my fat jiggling and rippling depending on how fast I was thrusting in him. Ten quick minutes later I was getting close, working up a sweat and breathing hard. I gripped his hips a bit tighter as I increased my pace in him. "Give it to me daddy! Pump your love into me!" he gushed. Just then I felt his hole tighten up a little around my dick and heard what sounded like cum hitting the concrete floor. I was fucking him good, my dick feeling its pre-climax. My balls began to draw up and I could feel my dick swell. I thrust faster and then shot my love deep inside him, holding him to me with my dick buried deep inside him, my pubes and his ass hairs mingling together in sweaty extacy as my dick spurted into his twat. I thrust a few more times to pump the rest into him and add to my pleasure. "Leave it in stud!." he gushed like a biker chick in heat. I held my position, my dick finishing throbbing in his ass. Just then I heard keys unlocking the door and yanked out of the asshole. It was a false alarm, as Cle came in grinning. "Suck his dick clean and then I'm having a piece." he told Danny who obliged. My dick felt good as the poof sucked it clean and swallowed the filth he'd left on it when I pulled out of him. He sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my scrotum while we men hugged and french kissed. Danny then turned to Cle who had his shirt off and his pants down. Danny sucked the six-decade old man's cock hard and left it wet as he had mine, then turned around and bent-over for the man who shoved his meat up his ass and began making love to him. I watched in fascination as the masculine fat mature stud made love to the young androgenous piece of hole. He pumped that hole for about fifteen minutes before adding his load to mine. We men french kissed while he held the punk's hips to his crotch and thrust a bit to pump the rest of his mature love into the hot cunt of an ass. A couple of minutes later we men disengaged and he pulled out of Danny who then turned around and sucked his dick clean before kissing it and his balls. Cle then told Danny to suck his dick again. Cle grinned as Danny's adams apple began bobbing up and down. It was obvious that Danny was not only a piece of cunt but a urinal. Cle was one helluva stud. After Danny sucked off of Cle's dick again and kissed it I put my dick in his mouth and took one of the most enjoyable pisses in recent years. Danny then kissed my dick and we all got dressed and punched out. The next night I was happy knowing I had a piece of cunt available when our shift started or ended. The only exception to what became a nightly piece of Danny was when one of the closet bi fathers of one of the kids wanted to swing on my meat. I had screwed a couple of them up the ass and one sucked me off the previous year, the only problem being that one of the ones I butt-fucked didnt suck my dick clean which meant I needed to wash my dick off in the shower. Fortunately there was a two-stall shower in each employee restroom off each of the dressing rooms. This year with Danny not only did I fuck a couple of fathers, a grandfather and an uncle up the ass but three men also shared Danny's ass or mouth with me. One was an older man who also wanted to hug and kiss me while Danny sucked each of us men off. That man's man to man affection added to my enjoyment of the fucks and sucks. Not only did I share Danny's holes with these men but Ed the old mall janitor also availed himself of a piece a few times. I was glad that Danny gave in to my demands to service the man who was what most called ugly as well as skinny. Ed and I had become friends the previous year when we first met after my first night as Santa. After a few sessions shooting the shit while I changed back into my civvies we found out each other liked to fuck men. We jacked off together that night and went out to a sex club the next night where we fucked a twenty-something twink type whom I also made suck our dicks clean. Ugly old Ed was more a man than the assholes who dissed him. I was very glad he began fucking Danny my second December at that mall job. Seeing the old man prove his manhood and get what he's entitled to and what lesser men owe more masculine men by making love to Danny up the ass as well as in the mouth made me feel good. I had Danny for myself most nights after work but Cle or Ed came in once or twice a week for a piece. I was turned on sharing his ass with fellow masculine men. Those nights sometimes I went first, other times Cle or Ed went first. I liked it both ways because taking seconds after someone I liked always added to my enjoyment of the piece of ass as well as watching someone fuck in my cum. By sharing Danny's holes with these studs and other men it helped build up their egos and sense of self-worth as well as provided a male bonding experience for all of us men. Ed seemed happier and to keep himself up better as the season progressed. Cle was always on top of the world but even more so when he made love to someone's ass or mouth, got rimmed or when someone orally serviced his often sweaty feet. Cle also introduced Ed and myself to the pleasures of getting off on someone licking and sucking our feet. Oral foot fetish is great foreplay, usually getting my dick hard for boning ass. We fucked Danny a few times after Christmas was over. He got to like older men and chubbys and ended up prefering servicing men like us over guys his age. Of course guys his age who lacked masculinity were fair game for his dick but he also let a couple of old aunties suck him off. Danny was available the next year as well so I pumped love up his ass and sometimes his mouth two years in a row. Ed still worked at the mall so we had some great times together fucking Danny, as did Cle and I. A few months later Danny moved to the west coast to work in the entertianment industry with a friend he'd met at a sex club. As with women in the trade, he slept his way up the ladder taking countless loads of love from numerous men in the industry. Danny had returned on vacation and bragged about his position. I made love to him and noticed how looser he was than when I'd last shagged him. I almost had to finish in his mouth.The human ass was made bot for shitting and for getting fucked or rimmed. Fuck wisely and safely.
