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I had been pozzed but so far had successfully pozzed only one hole in the two or three years since my misfortune. That first hole took but only bcause he had been brutally fisted a day or two before and he just wanted a small dick to shoot some cum into him to ease the pain and friction. That was when I found out how much better my dick felt and how more intense and pleasurable my orgasms were when I knocked-up a neg hole. The deck was stacked against me: Few were attracted to a short fat balding man who wore "nerdy" glasses which I wore because other kinds seldom fit my face, I had a small uncut dick, small fingers and bit my nails because it was better for my line of work in a factory and I cant stand having the dead white on the ends of them anyway. Keeping my nails short also enhanced masturbating which I enjoyed almost as much as fucking ass and getting my cock sucked. Even now masturbating when I cant find a piece of ass or a decent cockscker still gives my dick pleasure. I did have the advantage of being all masculine instead of having any effeminate looks or actions like a number of guys I knew or fucked. Most of the holes I did fuck were already pozz and most of the neg holes I fucked tended to stay neg. My orgasms from fucking ass and getting my cock sucked felt good but that first hole I pozzed gave my dick that extra great feeling orgasm similar to a great fuck in my early twenties when I successfully broke a virgin asshole's cherry and fucked him til I came in him while he begged me to stop, screamed and cried from the abject pain I enjoyed putting to his ass with each thrust of my dick, an excellent orgasm repeated when I pozed the first neg hole. I was so excited when I got the news that I was the stud who knocked-up the little twink's near-virgin ass I had to go masturbate. Ken a poz friend of mine with a dick as small as mine told me I should stop biting my nails so I could cut up a rectum with a nail like he did but I'd then need to clean the asshole's shit from under my nails which I knew was a bitch according to some of the fist fuckers I knew. Ken set up a three-way date with a neg bug-chaser twink whom he picked up for my pleasure. When Ken introduced us the 'chaser wasnt too happy that I would knock him up but all I cared about was that fucking him would add to my pleasure and feeling of masculine superiority and male ego when I pozzed his ass with my HIV-laden sperms. "Well, I'm twice the man he'll ever be so I'll enjoy breeding the bitch." I told Ken. The punk gave me a dirty look, mainly because the truth hurt. At least he wasnt a flaming fem queen, being just an average garden variety semi-unisex-looking twink-dude in his early twenties. Ken pointed to his sex mattress on the floor which had a rubber sheet on it topped by a stained bedsheet and told the punk lay on his stomach on it, legs spread wide. He then shoved his callused index finger up the asshole without any lube, pumped and twisted it in there and then added a second finger, thrust and twisted them in there while the twink whined and gritted his teeth in pain until he pulled them out. They had blood on them which he didnt let the twink see. Ken made him get up and suck my forty-three year old dick to hardness, then said, "She's all yours, Arnold, have a good piece." After sucking my dick the fella returned to his position on his stomach on the mattress, with a pillow under his pelvis, and spread his legs. I added some grease to his spit on my dickhead and mounted him. I lined up my shot with Ken's help and then entered the hole. He was decently tight, a cut man would have found him perfect. I liked how his ass snugged around my dick, reminding me of how good my dick felt when I successfully broke that ass-cherry two decades earlier. I hilted my dick in him, flexed it and commenced fucking him. He had to get used to my weight on his back as well as my grip when I held his upper arms to raise my upper torso for increased penetration. I fucked him good, enjoying how good my dick felt in him and my feeling of the masculine power in my loins and my balls to change his life, feeding my manly ego as I exercised my masculine sexual power to enjoy myself getting my rocks off in the asshole, enhanced by what my potentially deadly sperms would do to him. I fucked him at a pace that made my dick feel good. Within minutes I got my urge, picked up the pace, fucked him faster and hilted my dick up the asshole as my penis pumped my load into him in rapidfire spurts as I remained hilted in him. I enjoyed how really great my orgasm felt shooting my AIDS into him, my climax-swelled penis feeling excellent shooting-off powerful spurts of loaded cum. After about a minute the sensitivity eased off and I resumed fucking until my balls were empty and my dick started getting soft. "Man that felt good!" I said as I dismounted and stood beside the mattress waiting for the cunt to get up and suck my dick clean. He finally got his ass up, knelt before me and sucked it clean. Ken had to remind him to kiss it and my balls, a finish that was doubly important to me considering what my poz cum would do to him starting in about three weeks. Ken and I hugged and french kissed. The twink then decided that we were finished with him and got dressed. "Have a nice day sweetie and let us know how you feel next month" Ken said. The twink muttered something as he left. Ken and I hi-fived, hugged & french kissed and went to the local gay/bi watering hole to enjoy a beer. A month later the bitch didnt contact us but word got out about the flu that made him feel like he was beaten to a pulp in an alley. My dick sprang to attention in my pants and I had to wank it off while thinking of the hell the twink would face for the rest of his life, just as I had after finding that I'd knocked-up my first HIV-conquest. Ken had helped me prove my potent manhood and for me to enjoy a great feeling orgasm by pozzing an asshole. He would later introduce me to a friend much like myself who had his own solution to my problem.
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I was a rising executive in sales as well as a closet homo. Besides balling my wife I was fucking a little fairy who worked with the other clarical peons in the front office who also gave me good head. I was also the bitch of a couple of men, one a large thirty-five-year-old bear of a man named Henry who worked maintenance in the plant, the other man was a guy named John whom I met in a gas station mensroom one day when I had to piss really bad on my way to the commuter bus stop. John was in his twenties, slender with stringy brown shoulder length hair, a mustache, glasses, dirt under his nails and a nice juicy 7" cut cock. He had a job and his own place so he was a few levels higher than street trash. He had a girlfriend but she gave lousy head and wasnt too attractive. I myself was in my forties, clean cut, average straight looking and acting guy who liked being the person in gay sex acts whether I was sucking cocks or getting fucked as well as being the man, as when I fucked the office punk. I would meet John in the the gas station john and suck him off a couple times a week. Once in a while I also sucked John's toes as I sometimes did Henry's after work. Henry fucked my ass a couple times a week at quitting time, usually in a shower stall in the mens locker room as well as let me suck his cock once in a while but for oral he preferred to hold my head and fuck my mouth which I couldnt take too well. Usually after Henry fucked me I would be horny if I hadnt cummed from getting fucked by him. If I hadnt cummed I would shagg the fairy in his mouth or up his ass depending on which end I felt like fucking at the time. I usually alternated, fucking the poof's ass one time and pumping my next load down his throat the next time. I had been Henry's bitch for over a couple of years and been sucking John off for over six months. I figured John was neg because I never got sick from sucking him off and swallowing his loads. One day, the day before I was to go on my month long vacation, my ass was itching as it usually did a few days after getting fucked but Henry had a date and left right after punching out. It was the day of the week where I also met John. At the mensroom after we hugged and kissed I asked, "John, do you like to fuck ass?" He then tried to hem and haw but I asked him if he had trouble fucking ass. He more or less evaded the question but I was in heat so I told him I would suck his dick clean after he nutted in me. He then said he had no lube with him. When Henry fucked me he usually had some sort of lube which he greased-up with after I sucked his dick hard. I didnt carry lube but we then decided that one of us would jerk me off, then I would suck his dick hard and leave it wet with my spit and we'd smear my cum on it for lube, then he would fuck me. We spat on my hand and I jerked off. I came in a short time, excited that John would fuck me. I knelt as I usually did and he opened the fly of his cut-off jeans and fished out his cut dick which I sucked into my mouth as usual but I sucked it only until I was hard, then left it wet with spit. I then smeared my cum on it and stood up, dropped my pants and bent over, bracing myself on the sink. John spat on my hole and then put his dickhead to it and then grabbed my hips. He thrust and entered me swiftly, hilting himself as I stifled a little yelp from the pain. He held it in and then began fucking me. The pain vanished in just a few strokes and my young somewhat scuzzy stallion fucked me good and hard. His dick was just a bit smaller than Henry's but he fucked me harder and faster, then again we had to finish before someone came into the little mensroom. "Watch the nails, OK?" I asked him. He relaxed his grip on my hips but kept fucking me hard and fast, his pelvis sometimes slapping my ass, as he took his pleasure in my hole. He then fucked me harder and I got turned on so much that had I not I shot my load I would have cummed onto the concrete floor. John increased his efforts and fucked me to victory, pumping his poz load into me, his prick pulsing with each spurt of infected cum. He then hilted himself as he finished shooting his initial volley, then pounded me for another minute tearing me up some more inside. After a few hard thrusts he pulled out of me. I knelt and noticed a tinge of blood on his dick before I sucked his dick clean and kissed it and his balls like I always did with a cock in my mouth. "Man that was a great piece of ass, my dick really felt good, better than the poz holes I fuck. Now that I know you'll suck my dick clean I'll fuck your ass as well as your mouth." John said. "I'd be glad to take it stud." I replied as I pulled my pants up. We hugged and I left. I thought no more of getting fucked by John than I did when Henry fucked me, it was just a really nice feeling being used by a man for his sexual pleasure and being the receptacle for his dick and cum, feeling a man's dick thrusting in me, just as I enjoyed putting that little quiff in the front office in his place with my dick and cum. The vacation went fine until about two and a half weeks in, then I caught what I'd later heard is the "AIDS flu" and realized I had made a monstrous huge mistake by being in heat and letting John fuck me. My wife was concerned and we cut our vacation short and went to the doctor who by then was familiar with the disease which had been around for a dozen years then. He tested me and I showed poz. We were devastated. My wife then gave me the third degree and before vacation was over filed for divorce, accusing me of buying whores or shooting up with dirty needles. I had to shell out for a good divorce lawyer and prove alienation of affection partly because she wouldnt put out which necessitated me needing to fuck someone else. I never mentioned that I was fucking a man(the office poof) or taking the meat and cum of large masculine men(including Henry) in me. Back at work a month later I had to tell Henry the bad news which meant he no longer would use me but he would jerk off into my mouth once in a while. A month after that I had a tiff with the little office poof and persuaded him to take my poz dick up his ass even though he knew I was poz and he wasnt. Fucking him felt good, one of my best feeling orgasms because I was pumping my infected jizz up his neg hole and changing him for life the way John changed my life by having a nice piece of my ass. I returned to sucking John off and taking him up my ass, he replaced Henry as my anal stud.
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I had fisted numerous redhankie bottoms since turning twenty-one, mainly as a sideline for the FF bottoms who wanted it in addition to sucking me off and rimming me and other bottoms who were too stretched for us cut guys to dickfuck. At thirty I ended up with the virus due to having fisted an asshole that an infected stud had fucked. The stud's virus entered through a cut and scrape on my hand from a small spill off my mountain bike earlier that day I had forgotten about. I was a fairly handsome man of average height and weight, sported a full beard and a respectable seven inches of cut meat. I met Foster in a beer bar and we hit it off well because he was one of the brave FF bottoms not put off by my nails which I clipped straight across which increased the chances of cutting an asshole's rectum. He was in his twenties, an inch or two under six feet, cleanshaven, slender, had little body hair, sported 6 inches and was fairly goodlooking. His ass was fisted often. I myself was masculine Top a couple inches over 6', a healthy 220 lbs, had a buzzcut, glasses, full beard, good body hair, my 7" and size 12 feet. After I fisted him a couple of times and he gave me a few blowjobs he wanted me to fuck his ass with my dick. "If you want to get dick-fucked, and especially if you want your ass pozzed, you need to empty your ass and douche it out." I told him. I explained that a clean hole was so any shit wouldnt get in the way of my jizz carrying its load into his rectal walls but the real reason was that I was tired of having to wash the hell out of my hands and clean my nails after each time I fisted him. The black dirt and grease from my job at the junkyard and my part time gardening job didnt look very bad under my nails, just part of many of us men in several lines of work but the look and stink and infection hazard of what looked and smelled obviously like shit wasnt my nor anyone else's cup of tea. We both had that Saturday off so he complied with my instructions to give himself a good enema after taking a dump and call me after he was cleaned out. Once he called I headed to his place where we stripped and got ready. "Remember, I'm poz. If I cum in your ass, especially after I fist you I'll infect you." I warned him. "If you poz me it wont be so bad because I'd be pozzed by a masculine stud who turns me on." he gushed. I had him suck my dick hard, then he got into position while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. It was when I stuck my dick into him that I realized his ass was so loose it was like putting it into a train tunnel. "Who fisted you?" I asked. He told me he had been getting double-fisted by a big man with large hamhock hands and deep-clipped nails, their last session a few days before. "No way I can get off by fucking you. I'll have to jack off in my hand and fist you. Here suck it for me." I told him. He got up and sat on the side of the bed and started sucking my cock. His mouth was a good cunt and I would have let him suck me to orgasm and swallow my load but I needed to pozz his ass. I knew that even if I could cum by fucking him that if I merely fucked his ass I would have a hard time of infecting him so I pulled out of his mouth before I got too close to cumming. "Get on all fours." I told him. He complied and I began masturbating. I wasnt really into masturbating, preferring to thrust and cum inside someone but this time around was one of my good wanks because I would soon be infecting the asshole with my jizz-covered hand. He was waiting in anticipation, his ass seeming to quiver, while my meat felt the excitement building. I didnt need the full stimulation due to having been sucked nearly to orgasm so I filled my hand in just a couple of minutes, shooting rapid-fire spurts of poz jizz into it as I cupped my other hand to catch any stray cum. It was a good feeling orgasm, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I filled my hand with my toxic cum. After more pumps of my hand to get the rest out of my dick I was spent and ready to shove my hand in there. My hand was already slimy with the lube and now my cum. I scooped the little bit I had to catch out of my left hand with my right hand fingernails and thumbnail, closed my finger and thumbtips together and shoved my hand up his ass. Once I was wrist deep I splayed-out my fingers and thumb and twisted my wrist, my nails cutting his rectum inside as I shoved my hand deeper up his ass while I simultaneously smeared my cum into the cuts in his rectum. I had the feeling I was doing my job, my dick beginning to reharden even though I had just cummed. "Man I'm cumming!" he gushed as I continued to grind my HIV-laden spunk into his tunnel. Feeling the blood on my hand I closed my fist and pumped and twisted my fist in him a few times, literally fucking him with it, then opened my hand to give his rectum a last set of scrapes as I pulled out. My hand was streaked with blood and a couple of pearls of pink, a combination of blood and cum. "If I didnt poz you nothing will." I said as I stepped around and showed him my hand. He recoiled a bit but seemed excited. He had seen blood on hands before especially the first few times he was fisted. "Here, suck my dick clean." I told him as I stepped closer to his face. He raised up his head up, sucked my dick clean and kissed it. I told him to remain laying in his stomach on the bed for a couple of hours so my jizz wouldnt leak out of his gaping hole. I lay next to him and took a nap for those two hours, waking once when I felt him stir, to remind him to stay on his stomach. After my rest we got up. I checked his ass as he stood up. Only a drop or two oozed out his still wide-open hole. It seemed my jizz had entered his system so I knew my mission was accomplished. I got dressed and headed over to a sex club to get my ass rimmed while someone sucked me off. Two weeks later Foster caught the flu and felt miserable as hell. "At least you werent gangraped as a virgin like a punk in prison." I said. We discussed the flu, its symptoms and the forthcoming meds regimen and he felt comforted that I had suffered the same thing. Thinking back on the session, until then I nver knew that jerking off could feel so good, all because I used my cum to knock someone up with my virus. Then again it was the same effect that many of us poz Tops have when we know we're infecting someone. I introduced him to my doctor who tested him and found out it was my strain of HIV that had knocked him up. The doctor was a little surprised at his asshole, saying that even though he had seen fist fucks, it was just about the widest hole he'd seen, like a cave, and asked how I pozzed him. "You're quite resourceful Jim." he replied after I explained the details. He looked at my nails which once again sported the normal dirt and grime from dismantling old cars and working my gardening job. "You nailed that ass good Jim." the doctor said. The doctor then had to grab his crotch and rearrange his growing boner in his pants. Foster stared with a hungry look on his face. "Foster, you may suck it if you like." the doctor told him. Foster readily accepted and the doctor stood up while Foster knelt before him, opened his fly, took his cock out and sucked it into his mouth. The doctor and I smiled and grinned at each other. I stood up, stepped over to him and we men hugged and french kissed while Foster sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his load. Needless to say my own dick was rock hard from admiring my doctor using Foster's mouth for his sexual release. I had seen the good doctor fuck other guys in their asses and mouths and that he had pozzed a couple of assholes after catching the bug a couple of years before I caught it. After Foster finished swallowing the doctor's cum and kissed his cock he sucked me off, swallowed my poz load and kissed my cock and balls. A week later I got a biohazard tattoo just above my pubes and Foster got one that said "My ass loves Jim's jizz" above his hole. Foster did a decent job on sticking to his meds and not only bottomed but had shown he can also be the man in a relationship when he fucked and pozzed some little twentysomething twirp who worked in a convenience store.
