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So I was introduced to sounding years ago (2004-06?) as someone who I was playing with noticed, what I will say for lack of me being mere hours old, a sub-dermal incision through the underside of the glans (you'll see in pics) which I'm guessing happened when I was circumcised (hence foggy memory of 4 hours alive!) We discovered that he could slide the larger end of his sounds into his cock (they had a different gauge on either end) and the other end into mine. So I will say this delightful phallusly deft South African had upgraded his PA to 000 I believe (oh the memories of his cock with both his current PA and the size down interlocked and up my butt with his 8+" thrusting....excuse me, I've strayed from the topic.) so his urethra had been stretched, but mine, was a virgin up until then with sounding. Flash forward to 2018 and I'm zooming and notice someone sliding something long and white and bendy into his urethra. I messaged and found out it was a silicone sound and it vibrates. OMG! where have I been hiding for the last 10 years? (Whole other story...) So what does one do when they discover something new they want now, or two days from now? You guessed it: Am@$#*N! 2 days later 2 silicone sounds with vibrators of 10 different patterns. Died and gone to heaven! over the next coming months various other silicone plugs and "catheter" like items showed up, until my metal articulated urethral sound for e-stim arrived. First look I was intimidated, but when I finally let all 12+" slide allllllthewayin....my first orgasm from sounding came from this sound, however I haven't juiced it up. I guess my question that I'll pose for discussion is two parts: Tell us about your memorable sounding experience(s) and if you have juiced your sound up with a tens unit pass along some tips /tricks etc...? and if any doctor other than the one who circumcised me (Sydney, 7th day adventist hospital, December of '77 apparently you were shirtless or the buttons on your shirt were open real low according to my mom) does it look like was a sub-dermal slice done mechanically during the circumcision? Cause that exposed area, the cove of shivers, slide your Tongue there while sucking Francois (my cock was named, not by me however) eyes will roll so far into the back of my head...
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I was a service man installing, maintaining and repairing commercial HVAC equipment but my boss asked me to do a shopping mall Santa gig for a few Decembers because I was fat, even though I had been poz for half a dozen years thanks to a tough regimen of diet and drug cocktails. At fifty I was still in good shape and could still enjoy sex which was perfect because I'm a Top, even now, at the age of 71, I like to get sucked off and fuck any ass my dick could get hard enough to enter. I didnt fuck too well with condoms so I seldom used them. I fucked poz guys and occasionally had the delight of pumping my pozz jizz up an HIV-virgin ass which gave my dick double the orgasm great feeling of fucking a poz guy or some of the fucks before I tested poz. My doctor had told me that even on my regimen of meds I needed to use condoms because I would still infect bottoms up their asses. I was average height and weighed around 275. I looked like most other masculine blue collar working men my age. Few knew that was gay and fewer knew that I'd just as soon fuck a guy or have him blow me as look at him. My nearly seven-inch cut dick had made many bottoms and versatiles happy. Some had cummed just from getting fucked by me. One December I was paired with a cute little twenty-one-year-old guy with collar-length blond hair named Roger. He looked and acted like any other young adult but as the first couple of nights passed I figured out he was as gay as I am but mostly a bottom. By the time we got to the locker room each night after shutting down the throne area the mall was closed so only employees were there closing up shop for the night, finishing the day's paperwork, cleaning up, etc. Only the janitors and night security guards made an occasional visit to the locker room and the ones that winter were gay or bi. "You like chubbys?" I asked him on the third night as we shucked our outfits in the employees mens locker room when I caught him admiring me. "I'm a 'chaser!" he gushed. "You can suck my cock if you like." I replied as I turned to face him. Being the fairy in heat he was he dropped to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, his head beneath my beer gut. He gave my cut meat excellent head while humming in delight, swallowed my load, sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. My dick felt good in his mouth and he said I shot a nice load which he enjoyed swallowing. I knew I needed to poz his ass if he hadnt been pozzed yet. That night near morning my morning piss hardon throbbed so I had to masturbate to get it to soften enough to take a piss. I had dreamed I was ready to knock off a piece of Roger and was just entering him to give him a golden enema when I awoke. The gig was for three weeks so I decided to save his ass for sometime during the last week so he wouldnt get the "AIDS flu" before it ended. The last week finally came. I had been letting him suck my cock and orally service my feet every two or three days and had squatted on his face to let him rim me a couple of times. "We're going to a motel for the anal." I told him, because anal is more involved and harder to stop and get in order should anyone walk into the locker room. I was horny as hell and was thinking of the extacy of fucking Roger and infecting him with my poz sperms and how utterly fantastic my dick would feel when I shot them off inside him. We drove to the cheap hourly motel that also catered to whores and johns, parked and got a room. Once the door was locked behind us I started with us stripping. We had already seen each other nude so there wasnt any need to explore or do any other pre-foreplay. He sucked my semi-hard dick to full hardness and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Put a pillow under your crotch, need to raise your ass alittle." I ordered him. He obeyed and spread his legs while I finished greasing-up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a little. "You keep your hole nice and tight. I like that." I told him after hilting myself in his snug warm hole. I fucked him good, varying my tempo and stroke. I wanted to wear his hole out and rough it up inside good so my HIV would enter his bloodstream easier and quicker. I sometimes fucked slowly, sometimes slammed it with fat-shaking snaps of my hips which also put some pain to him. Had he been a virgin he'd have been beside himself in pain and I'd be doing my best to hold him in place under me so I could get the piece of his ass he owed me. As it was, his virginity was lost history and he liked taking a good fucking. After ten minutes or so I was satisfied I'd tore him up inside enough to facilitate passage of my virus into his system. Four years before I'd fucked one neg hole taking it easy and later found out I failed to knock that asshole up. Since then I either rammed a finger up the bottoms' asses to cut their rectums with a fingernail or worked my dick at various angles and thrusts while the lube dried up in their holes to get them ready to take my virus. I pulled my dick almost all the way out to check for blood on it. There was some so I was satisfied I'd pozz him. I slammed it home and piston-thrust-fucked him to orgasm. My dick was in seventh heaven when I blasted my dangerous virus-laden cum deep into him. I was beside myself in rapture and how absolutely great my dick felt with each spurt of my charged cum in his torn rectum. Thinking of how he would feel within the next month added to my sense of conquest and orgasmic enjoyment as I thrust again and again to pump every last disease-carrying sperm cell into that punk. I liked the respect and friendliness Roger showed me but I also loved how great my dick felt infecting him with my poison cum, that I was the stud who would change his life forever by taking my pleasure in him because he was foolish and neglectful enough to think I was neg and not bother to ask my status. I kept thrusting to grind my HIV-laden sperm cells through his rectal walls into his bloodstream, partly because my dick still felt great with each thrust as well as how great I felt infecting him by enjoying fucking him. A few minutes later I rested on his back, my dick still mostly hard inside his ass, occasionally thrusting in it. I decided I'd reload and fuck him again. I used to reload in half an hour when I was Roger's age but at fifty it took just over an hour to reload and come again. Roger was able to take my weight on his back for the entire hour. I took a short nap of maybe half an hour after we shot the shit and traded first time stories and then talked again when I woke up. The hour passed and my dick was still just hard enough to remain in his ass. I began taking very short strokes to re-harden it and slowly increased my stroke until I was fully hard. I then fucked him, mainly varying my stroke and tempo in order to nut since I usually take longer to bust a second nut. I got my urge after about fifteen to twenty minutes of fucking, fucked him into the bed, slowed alittle and pumped a nice feeling second orgasm of infected semen into him. My second orgasm felt just about as great as my first one. As before, I thrust until I was spent and rested again. I could tell Roger was uncomfortable after nearly two hours under my meaty weight. I pulled out of him, dismounted, stood beside the bed and waited for him to get his fucked ass up and suck my dick clean. He got up and seemed to feel in pain, partly from being under me but also in his ass. I smiled to myself as he knelt and took my spent weapon in his mouth and sucked on it for awhile. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry, as several men he had serviced had taught him to do. He kissed it and my balls like they were his lover on a date and stood up. "Merry Christmas Roger. Hope you enjoy the gift." I said joyfully. He thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a piss and I could see very little cum with just a tinge of blood leaking out of his hole. I wanted to also give him a drink of warm beer on tap or give his face a golden shower but he wasnt into that. I started getting dressed and he began getting dressed after pissing. I told him he was a good piece of ass I enjoyed fucking but didnt mention how much I enjoyed pumping my HIV into him. He told me how great getting fucked by me was and that he wished he knew more masculine older fat men. The rest of that last week saw me taking him to the motel two more times to enjoy fucking him some more. The gig then ended with us hugging nude in the locker room showers, him blowing me in the shower, us hugging again, getting dressed, hugging and going home, him to his place where he still lived with his parents and me to my apartment. We did keep in touch mainly because he had his regular job in a store in town. One day after work when I made a weekly stop to pick up something for a couple of bucks I saw he wasnt there. I asked about him and another clerk said he was sick with a bad flu. I told the clerk to wish him well as I took my change and receipt. I stopped in successive weeks and saw him a month and a half later. He looked tired and not too happy. I asked him if he saw a doctor. He said he did, was tested and how he cried when the doctor said he had the HIV. My dick sprang to attention in my work pants which were fortunately loose enough to hide it. I wished him the best of luck with his new regimen but never told him I was the stud who'd knocked him up. Once I got home I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and masturbated my rock-hard weapon, shooting a load of poz cum into the bathroom sink. I then got a beer out of the fridge and celebrated another penis-pleasing conquest. A couple of my poz buddies who were around my age and I usually went to a bar once a week to discuss sex and if any of us pozzed someone during the week. One of them had also pozzed someone so we three toasted our success. Tom said his orgasm in a forty year old felt "mighty fine" and that his dick got hard when he found out he'd infected the guy. Tony, a versatile I had pozzed a few years before, sucked Tom and me off and kissed our cocks and balls to reward us for jobs well done.
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At 45 I'd been poz for a decade but healthy due to my exercise, diet and meds regimen. My doctor had given me the standard warning that even if I was healthy looking and feeling, my cum was still toxic. I like as much: being in good shape yet still able to enjoy the thrill of pozzing someone by having a good time fucking him and loving how great my dick felt shooting my deadly poz seed deep in his ass. I chanced to meet a sickly looking guy in his twenties named Dennis. He wasnt HIV nor AIDS poz but had something else wrong and could have recovered had he not allowed me to fuck and poz his ass. He never asked about my HIV status, he was another naive fella who thought that someone who looked healthy was healthy especially because I weighed more than 200 lbs. We had met at a downtown bus stop where he was on his way home from his doctor's. He invited me to his place to fuck. It was all I could do to hide my excitement and keep my dick from tenting my jeans. Once at his small one-room apartment, he got two beers from the fridge and handed me one. I popped the top on mine and took a swig. He told me about his problem and that it wasnt contagious. I was glad of that because while I liked making punks sick with my poz sperms I also wanted to keep myself healthy. After shooting the shit for half an hour we stripped. He opened the sleeper sofa and set things up. He had no lube since he seldom had sex because he'd been recovering for well over a month. He was thin at maybe 130 pounds on a frame just under 6'. He had scarcely any body hair. He looked decently clean but definitely was somewhat gaunt. His ass however looked good to me, and I didn't need to have him suck my dick to hardness as I was already hard and oozing precum. "What position do you like?" I asked him. "I can do it on my back, on my stomach or doggie-style," he replied. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his mailing-tube legs while I greased up with some of his hair groom cream which looked like the best stuff for lube that he had. I spat on his hole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. He said he hadn't been fucked in about a year. Inwardly I grinned knowing how much pain he'd feel as my dick expanded his hole and created fissures to facilitate passage of my dirty virus into his body. He stifled a screech as I let my weight drive my dick past his sphincter into his ass. I then lay on his back to keep him pinned under me and grabbed his toothpick arms. He got used to feeling my thick cut seven inches inside him and I began fucking him. My dick felt great in his tight cunt of an ass as I fucked it. I couldn't help but grin as I enjoyed myself adding him to my list of conquests. My loins took over, driving my dick in his ass in full length thrusts. Knowing he was still in pain added to my excitement and ego. I gradually sped up my tempo, keeping him feeling pain from me enjoying my pleasure. A few minutes more he was whimpering and whining about the pain. It only encouraged me to drill him faster and harder including some snaps of my hips which caused him to flinch under me. I closed in for the kill, thinking about how he'd end up months after I got my rocks off in him and fucked him even faster and harder. Another minute saw me pounding him into the bed. My nuts fired, pumping spurt after spurt of deadly poz cum deep up his bowels, my expanding dick stretching his hole even more so he felt more pain. My dick was in seventh heaven. I continued thrusting while pumping my dirty poz load off inside his ravaged ass. Once spent I thrust again and again to force my poz virus laden sperms into his torn anal walls to force my virus into his blooodstream. I then rested on his back, lazily slowly thrusting enjoying the afterfuck. The great feeling of the afterfuck lasted another five minutes and he begged me to withdraw because he couldn't take my weight on his back much more and his hole was hurting more. I remained on and in him another few minutes, and, before withdrawing, gave him a couple of brutal hip-snaps. He felt the pain of withdrawal, but as usual, when pozzing asses I pulled out slowly to keep as much of my deadly cum inside the asshole as possible. He lay there as a trickle of cum and blood leaked out of his ass. I held my dick out to him and had to persuade him to get up and suck it clean and kiss it and my balls. My size and strength seemed to intimidate him so he obeyed. I stood tall and proud having him finish his obligation to me while also being ready to knock his block off if he decided to try to bite me. He knew better than to try it. After he kissed my cock and balls I got dressed and thanked him for the piece of ass. he replied "You're welcome," as I left, my needs satiated. I went home and took a shower, lavishing special attention to my dick and balls. I saw him several times on the streets over the course of the next year year or two. A couple of guys said he was a chaser but also afraid. Each time I saw him he looked worse and worse. After that I never saw him again. I somehow learned that he had died from the combination of his sickness and the HIV/AIDS I'd pumped into him. Upon hearing as much my dick involuntarily hardened in my pants and left a slimy mess of pre-cum in my boxers.
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Craig and I had been friends since high school, class of 1980. We discovered gay sex our first year in college and quickly discovered our roles. From the start, I was strictly a top, whereas Craig was versatile. Since high school I gained just a little weight, upgrading from 170 to 200. I had also grown a good beard. I liked to masturbate a lot so I had also taken to keeping my nails bitten to the nubs. My cut dick was somewhere between seven and eight inches, with corresponding thickness. I liked to fuck tight asses as well as face-fuck the cocksuckers. I had tried using condoms but just couldn't get the feeling I needed in order to get my rocks off. Over the decade Craig went from about 200 to almost 300 pounds. He had a small, cut dick which measured about five inches, but he also got super hard, so he really enjoyed breaking anal cherries, as well as getting sucked off. I was pretty much an exclusive barebacker, and in fact, the only time I nutted wearing a condom was when I fucked one asshole using Bengay for lube, which, I found caused his ass to flex around my dick while I fucked him as he tried to escape the abject pain. Looking back it may have been one of the fucks I most enjoyed, maybe ranking with my all-time favorite fuck, which was the time I took Craig's anal cherry. Back in 1990 I was working in a small factory, but Craig, who I still occasionally fucked, had taken vocational courses in college and then went to trade school, and several jobs later was working in a junkyard. I was pozzed about this time when, having gone on a month-long vacation, during which time I went to visit family out west, and ended-up at a bar which led to my attending a sex party. When I awoke the next morning I had a hangover and a sore ass. I remembered someone handing me a beer, which I had only partially consumed, but honestly I don't remember much more of that night. Even so, life went on for a few weeks until I found myself feeling as if I had lost a fight with a gorilla. I went to see my doctor who ran a few tests, and eventually told me I was poz. I called Craig, who I hadn't seen, and, of course, with whom I hadn't fucked since the week before going on vacation and told him the bad news. "Looks like our sex life is over unless you want to get pozzed." "Things will be okay," he replied, and suggested I take things easy. I also called my boss who seemed understanding, probably because he himself was bi. I spent the next two months recovering from the fuck flu, and eventually, after a long hiatus, I finally felt like masturbating. It had been perhaps two months since I had last cum, and I readily shot my first poz load off into a bathroom sink. It felt good to get my rocks off, and I found myself thinking of the first blow job I had ever received, which, as it was, had been given by Craig, who had also been my first piece of ass. I found myself remembering the pleasure I experienced when my dick broke his anal cherry, even as he writhed in pain. Fair was fair, however: he had fucked me first so he had been obligated to let me fuck him. A couple of weeks later I persuaded him to let me fuck him again and that time he came from getting fucked, so he was hooked. Our sex life became a rich mixture of getting my rocks off in his ass and mouth, me jacking him off and us putting our meat and cum to others. After I fully recovered from the fuck flu, I returned to work, and I could see I had been missed. Although my boss had hired a couple of temp guys, none of them could match my performance. A couple of weeks later Craig and I got together, and he confided he longed to fool around with me. Sure enough, he ended-up giving me a blow job, and I jacked him off. It felt good to use his talented mouth, get my rocks off in it and feel him swallow my cum with my cock in his mouth. I was on the crude drug cocktails and pondered if, by blowing me, Craig would likely end-up converting, especially since back in the mid-80s Craig had told me that if he ever got pozzed he'd want me to do it. I should explain that back then Craig and I were more or less monogamous. My dick was usually the only one up his ass, save for the dicks of a couple of friends of mine when we were still college where Craig occasionally played around with other guys, usually sucking them off, and I occasionally fucked other guys or had them suck me off. Craig and I also occasionally had oral sex, and I tried once or twice fucking him with a condom, but that didn't work for either of us. After I converted I looked into the dangers of each type of sex, top vs. bottom, oral vs. anal, and that the safest sex with a poz man of all was getting jacked off by one who kept his nails bitten or clipped to the nubs which prevented accidental cuts to the dick. As for penetration, getting sucked off by a poz cocksucker was safest and the most dangerous was getting fucked in the ass by a poz man. So when Craig and I resumed having sex after I converted, initially we had more oral sex and one time, after he had swallowed my poz cum and kissed my poz dick, we had a short discussion and decided that it was time for me to inject my HIV-laden cum into him up his fat ass. My dick hardened as we discussed how I'd take care of him when he caught the HIV flu and he assured me his medical coverage would pay for his treatments as mine was doing. The next afternoon he told me he had chosen to go on vacation in a month or so, which means if things worked out correctly, he would be hit with the fuck flu about the time he was scheduled to be off work. With that, we both stripped, hugged and french kissed, then he spat in my hand and I jacked him off. He shot-off his last load of neg cum in my hand. He sucked my dick to full hardness, left it wet with his spit and lay on his stomach on the bed while I smeared his cum onto my dick. My dick was rock hard and throbbing as I mounted my buddy and lined-up my shot. I put my weapon to his hole and drove it home with a quick thrust to instantly hilt it up his ass as he squealed in pain. My dick felt really nice in his snug hole. I flexed it and felt my masculine power as it expanded in him. He felt it too. He hadn't been fucked since the day before I started my vacation so his hole was tight and very easily abraded by my dick, which encouraged the opening of more fissures to facilitate passage of my toxic virus into his body. I began fucking him, and felt a sense of power over him, somewhat similar to how conquering I felt when I broke his cherry. Now I was breaking his HIV cherry and enjoying his hole which had tightened over the several weeks since I had last fucked him. This time, as I made it a point to pull out almost all the way, and to slam myself home as roughly as possible, just to make sure I tore-up his insides before my pre-cum began to provide too much lube. He felt the pain and asked what I was doing. "I'm preparing your ass to take my virus easier," I replied and rammed it home a few more times. I knew it hurt him but putting pain to holes provided more pleasure to my prick and usually resulted in better feeling more intense orgasms when I ejaculated. I pulled my dick out of him to check for blood and found some along with the usual other stuff from fucking ass. I rammed it back into him with a snap of my hips and fucked him, piston-thrusting in, intensely enjoying fucking him and thinking how great I would feel when I pumped my dirty cum into him and how my prick would pulse with pleasure with each spurt of my HIV-laden cum into him and how he horrible he'd feel three weeks later when he suffered the flu. I was so turned on I fucked him faster, harder, grinning in anticipation of my soon to come ultimate good feeling. I began breathing hard and working up a sweat as I fucked him good while he lay patiently under me accepting my self-serving thrusts in him. I knew he had trepidation about getting pozzed but then again he knew he'd get pozzed sooner or later and by someone else had I not fucked him soon enough. My thrusts became jerky as I got closer and I slowed my thrusts just a little, knowing that a slower speed near orgasm would result in a longer, better feeling orgasm, ejaculating more cum into him which would slightly increase my chances of infecting him. I had had mixed feelings about infecting my long time friend with such a life altering virus but as we'd discussed before, it would be better if I infected him instead of some Joe Blow. I varied my speed, got close and fucked him good, and then my dick exploded in one of my all-time best-feeling orgasms. I enjoyed the knowledge that my mighty meat was pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into his ass, my virus-laden sperm forcing its way into his ravaged anal walls. After my initial eight or nine powerful spurts I repeatedly rammed it home to keep up that good feeling in my penis and to pump as much of my dirty virus into him as possible. I felt on top of the world conquering my friend a second and even more significant time. My hips took over thrusting my meat in him for another minute or two before i felt completely satiated. I rested on his back with my dick buried in his fat ass, feeling manly powerful like the studly mountain man who had conquered the fat asshole in the movie Deliverance. I had read the book as well as seen the movie and each time got a precum-slimey boner. Now thinking of the mountain stud having the virus and pumping it into the fat ass turned me on even more. I thrust every few seconds in Craig's ass while laying on his back and he massaged my still mostly hard dick with his ass muscles. "How's your ass?" I asked him. "Not too bad. About like the second time you fucked me. Oh, and I came," he replied. "Good. I'm going to leave it in and fuck you again when I reload," I told him. He felt a bit of pain but he agreed and I took a nap laying on his back, my dick still inside his ass. I also figured he might cum from getting fucked again. About forty five minutes later I awoke and felt my dick was still semi hard in his hole so I began taking short strokes in him while thinking of how he would suffer from the flu and my dick hardened in less than a minute. I began fucking him and enjoying how my hard stiff penis was forcing my virus from my first load into his bloodstream with each thrust in him. I had ass twice in a row before withdrawing many times as well a having someone suck me off for my second load and sometimes got the blowjob first and then fucked the guy's ass for my second piece. I sawed away in his ass and enjoyed the fuck, my first load of cum also providing additional lube but not too much, just what I needed to pleasure my penis and still further abrade his inner rectal tissues. It took about five minutes longer than my first fuck to nut in him. It was a great fuck with my dick feeling just as good pumping my second load up his ass as it had with my first. Again I brutally thrust and slammed it home while enjoying how great I felt pumping more virus up his ass and into his body. I also corkscrewed my hips and pinned him with my prick. Spent, I lay on his back and asked him if he had cum again. He said he hadn't but it felt good even with the pain from being fucked brutally. My dick, lodged in his hot ass, was in seventh heaven, and I found it quite comfortable to rest on his back, somewhat similar to laying on my good air mattress, so I remained in that position, on Craig's back, for another hour before my dick completely deflated and came out of his ass. I dismounted and lay beside him. He got up and sucked my dick clean, doing a thorough job in swallowing all his and my fluids. Then he lovingly kissed both my cock and each of my balls. Over the next several days I fucked him daily, and occasionally I let him blow me. Sure enough, right on time Craig came down with the fuck flu. Of course I honored my promise to care for him until he recovered, checking in on him before and after work. I showed him my hard dick a few times but he wasn't bitter. He knew the consequences of letting a man infect him and reasoned that it was better I had converted him than an otherwise unknown guy. In addition, we both knew how much I enjoyed injecting my diseased cum up his ass. He started feeling better after nearly another month and returned to work. He slowly built his strength back up and diligently took his drug cocktail just as I had been doing. He began losing weight, maybe a pound a month. He had lamented his decade-long weight gain and I had told him that catching the AIDS would result in weight loss. Craig and I fucked a poz guy or let one suck us off once in a while but Craig was still my main piece of ass and I was his stud. We continued our sex as we had before the pozzing. We also discussed various punks and assholes we could enjoy pozzing. Craig was curious about how good pozzing an asshole would feel compared to fucking someone of the same status. He did enjoy better orgasms when he broke ass cherries, feeling his manly power when the virgin hole suffered from the pain he put to him with his small but mighty prick, much the way I had felt when I broke his HIV cherry.
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Do highly educated, successful & wealthy men have better sex than those who are not? I always thought I did over the years (as I am neither).. however, I am beginning to wonder?
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I had been diagnosed when I was forty five, The virus had been circulating for about a decade and the doctor said I must have had it for about four or five years according to the tests that were available back then. He cautioned me about barebacking and asked me if I took it up my ass. I have always been a total Top so I had no idea how I could have caught it. He put me on the crude cocktails available at the time and told me to use condoms when fucking someone. I tried condoms a few times but I barely got off and failed to cum a couple of times so I decided to bare-fuck poz guys so as not to risk infecting neg guys. I went and got a biohazard tattoo just above my pubes where any potential partner would see it. One day I decided to try pozzing someone although I had unwittingly done so before my diagnosis. Other poz men had told me how much more intense and enjoyable their orgasms felt when shooting their dirty cum up a neg ass and the great-feeling thrill of fucking up someone's life by fucking him bareback and cumming in him. One suggested I give it a try and another said there were bug-chasers looking for us gift-givers. I went cruising. Part of the problem was finding someone willing to please a somewhat fat geeky/nerdy looking blue-collar working man with dirty nails in his mid-forties who wore old-type hornrim glasses. I was still husky and strong due to my job in maintenance at the plant and adhering to my regimen of taking my meds so I looked as masculine as I was. I went to a couple of sex clubs as well as bars. One guy I scored was just out of college, an aspiring yuppie. I convinced him to go with me to the cheap hourly motel where he didnt seem to notice my tattoo or didnt care to ask. He looked good, sort of like a gym bunny as well as a clean cut young man roughly half my age. "Suck my dick." I told him. He did and I got hard. "I'm gonna pump my first load up your ass." I then told him after I nearly gagged him with a couple of thrusts in his mouth. He opened wide and pulled his mouth off my hard throbbing dick leaving it wet with his spit. I got some soap to add to his spit, as it would be rougher in his hole than the usual grease or water based lubes while still providing enough lube for my dick's comfort. I had him lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs. I spat on his hole, mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved it in. "Ow!" he yelped as I forced my dickhead through his sphincters and on up his ass until I was laying on his back, my dick buried in his neg hole. I then began fucking his nice tight hole. He said I was the fifth man to fuck him, the seventh time he got fucked because two of the men had fucked him twice. "I like a nice tight hole, makes my dick feel good." I said, not mentioning how much better it would feel once I injected my AIDS-seed into him. I fucked his ass good while he endured the pain I was enjoying pumping into his sore ass. I felt like the powerful studly man I was conquering someone who was less than a man. I fucked him faster, harder, wanting to both tear him up inside as well as get my rocks off quick. My dick was feeling good and I knew I had roughened his rectum enough to facilitate passage of my dirty deadly virus into him. I piston-thrust in him, reached my point of no return and let my loins take over pounding him into the bed and ejaculating in him, my dick feeling excellent pulsing with pleasure as I pumped powerful spurts of HIV-laden spunk into his sore hole. I thrust again, sending more of my dirty poz jizz into him, feeling the most pleasure I'd felt since my first piece of virgin when I was in college. Knowing he was feeling nothing but pain and humiliation at being used like a woman added to my enjoyment of manhood as well as the thrill of using my hard horny penis as a weapon to permanently infect him with my nasty seed. I thrust a few more times while he whined, then I rested on his back catching my breath, my dick hilted in his ass. I lay on him enjoying the afterfuck, my dick still feeling great knowing my sperms were carrying my horrible virus into his bloodstream through his torn abused rectum. I was able to flex my dick in him feeling my powerful manliness like a fighter flexing his muscles after knocking out his opponent in the second round. 'When are you gonna pull out?" he asked. "A few more minutes." I replied, not mentioning how I wanted my dick to remain in him to keep forcing my cum and virus into his rectal walls. I then thrust a number of times, as my dick was still decently hard. Finally satiated, I pulled slowly out. He mentioned that at least I didnt go ahead and yank it out like some studs did. I didnt mention that I pulled out slowly in order to keep as much of my AIDS-carrying cum inside him as possible. I dismounted and stood beside the bed. I noticed his cum on the bedsheet when he got up. He may have hated the fuck I enjoyed putting to him, or simply acted like he hated it, but the tell-tale cum from his dick betrayed him, it meant that he actually enjoyed my studmanship and my using him for my sexual pleasure. "Ok, suck it clean." I told him. He gave me a stupid look but realized that I was bigger, heavier and stronger than him so he obeyed, almost wanting to vomit but nonetheless he did a decent job of sucking my dick clean. He didnt kiss my dick which had torn him up inside and piped my disease-carrying sperms into him nor my balls which had supplied those sperms that carried my life-changing virus into him. Simply put, I had a ball emptying my balls into him. We got dressed and checked out. That would be the last I'd see of him for a few years. I bragged to a poz buddy about my conquest which had him rubbing his hardening dick through his pants. He said, "Well he was queer enough to want it and you're man enough to put it to him. Pleasure to your penis and pain to the punk, I always say." before hugging and french kissing me. I hugged and french kissed him back, two masculine studs sharing man to man affection celebrating our conquests of neg bottoms and bug-chasers. I saw my conquest half a dozen years later. He had not taken his meds properly and looked ravaged from the disease that I (and no doubt other studs) had pumped into him. I myself was still in decent shape, having stuck to my meds regimen. I asked him to suck me off but he declined. No great loss, there were other holes to be had.- 1 reply
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I had been poz for a few years and on the cocktails. I was still in decent shape and horny much of the time. I sometimes stopped at a smut shop on my way home from work to stick my thirty-four-year-old dick through a peep-booth glory hole to get it sucked. Many of the cocksuckers, the ones able to accommodate my somewhat larger than average size, loved my cut thick eight and a half inch meat and the taste of my dick sweat, cum and piss, not to mention the assholes who loved getting pounded by me. I had been using condoms unless the assholes were either poz or bug-chasing. One day while leaving the smut shop after getting off a load in a cocksucker's mouth I picked up one free rag I'd never read before and found a section in the classifieds for bug chasers and gift givers. Like many poz Tops I usually had better feeling orgasms when infecting a neg bottom with my dirty semen. I perused the ads and decided to call a few bug chasers. Over the next few weeks I knocked up a couple of holes. One was a nice session that took place in East L.A. I stopped at a payphone on my way home from work one afternoon, dropped in my twenty cents and called the number and asked for Leonard. The man who answered yelled for him and once he picked up the phone I asked, "Hi, Leonard, did you have an ad in the paper for bug chasing?" He said yes and asked me when I could come over. I had the next day off so we made a date for the next afternoon when his room mates would be working or balling someone. The next day I had breakfast, brushed my teeth, combed my prematurely graying stringy shoulder length hair and put on my old gray work shirt and trousers, work boots, glasses and sweat-stained cap and headed to the bus stop. I caught a bus downtown and then the number eighteen all the way to Garfield. I still had to walk a few blocks since I missed the Montabello bus. Once there I was greeted by a medium-complected latino guy in his early twenties a few inches shorter than my six feet. "Leonard?" I inquired. "Cray?" he replied. He almost pulled me in and closed the door behind us, then hugged me and offered me a beer. I said I'd have one after my first load. He was pleased I'd pump more than one load up his ass. After a few minutes of small talk we went to his room which had a double bed mattress and box spring on the floor. We stripped and admired each other. I was still on the heavy side with decent body hair while he was on the slender side and lacking body hair but he did have a little beard as well as the long hair just about every male under thirty sported back then. He knelt and sucked on my cock until it got too big for his mouth. "Sorry I cant suck you good." he apologized. "No problem, it's going up your ass anyway. I replied with a grin as he stood up. I had him suck my toes and lick my feet while I fingered my dick to full hardness . "You're so big. I dont have any poppers or luuds so I have to sit on it and ease onto it." he said. "That's fine, as long as I have a good piece of your tight ass." I told him. Wearing nothing but my glasses, I lay on my back on his bed while he got a tube of grease and liberally smeared it on my dick and some into his asshole, then climbed onto the bed and straddled my pelvis facing me and began lowering himself onto my hard dick. He seemed to rest once he got his hole centered on my glans and then shook a bit as he let himself onto it to be impaled. He grimaced in pain as he slowly worked himself onto my thick dick. I could feel the nice tightness of his hole as it began enveloping my loggerhead and see his pained determination to set his ass on my pubes. I had to stifle my instinct to thrust and finish penetrating him. I had done that to another asshole sitting on my dick and he jumped up and off despite my grip on his hips. Slowly he eased himself down on my dick inch by inch. I knew he was feeling as much pain as my dick was feeling pleasure as he lowered his tight twat of an ass on it. A couple more minutes had him sitting on my crotch, my meat deep up his nice tight love-hole, his face still contorted in pain while mine radiated pleasure. He rested and then began slowly working himself up bit and then let himself back down, a short rest, and repeated it, finally working himself without pause. I felt good laying there while he used his whole body to please me and my prick. I was rock hard thinking of how I would feel when I ejaculated in him as well as how he would feel especially in a couple of weeks. I flexed my love muscle when he sat on my crotch so that he could feel the slight swelling of my dick in his ass before he again went up. He increased his pace as I held his hips to steady him. "Feels good. Keep it up." I told him as he increased his pace pogo-ing up and down on my hard shaft. After ten minutes I could tell his leg muscles were getting tired but he persevered and increased his pace once again. I began thrusting slightly and he met my thrusts. I was finally getting closer to cumming as I increased my stroke. I was glad I was getting closer to pumping my dirty AIDS up his "virgin" cunt. I knew he saw nothing but happiness on my face as my hard penis rode in his ass and I could see his own expression change as he anticipated getting my load from my big dick. "Pump faster." I ordered him. He was tired but obeyed. I was getting close, my poz-laced precum adding to the lube on my dick in his ass. I knew his rectal walls were opening up which would facilitate passage of my dirty viral load into him. I began grunting and then felt my load welling up, coming to a head and then I blasted it into him as he kept pumping up and down on my prick. "Man that sure feels good!" I grunted as I pumped my AIDS-carrying sperms up his ass, my dick spasming in utmost pleasure while shooting off my rapid-fire spurts inside him. I thrust good to pump off the rest of my load into him and had him remain seated on my crotch so I could thrust and work my sperms into his anal walls to pass my virus into him. He was sweating from the strain and exertion of doing his part to please me and my hard horny penis. A few minutes after my last spurts subsided I told him to rise slowly so that my cum would stay inside him. He obeyed and rose up and off of my loggerhead. His sphincter was still in decent shape so just a little of my jizz leaked out of him. I remained laying on my back and he lay on his stomach beside me. I checked my cock and saw a little blood on it, a good sign that his rectum had small tears in it that my virus could pass through into his bloodstream, We shot the shit but he didnt go into very much detail as to why he wanted to get pozzed other than some friends got pozzed and he wanted a handsome manly stud to knock him up and was glad I had seen his ad. To pass the time I straddled his face and lowered my ass so he could rim me. His talented tongue and mouth made my ass feel good. Half an hour later I was reloaded and ready to pump a second helping into his man-hungry ass. He got up and sucked on my dick. He did a decent job until it got too big for his mouth, as before, and then licked my shaft and caressed it while still sucking the head. "You can fuck me regular this time." he said as he lay on his stomach. I spat on his hole and then mounted him. His ass was still nice and tight and he still felt pain as I entered him. My dick felt good in his snug accommodating hole as I hilted myself and lay on his semi swarthy back. I began fucking him. This time I was in full control although I did go easy just to prolong my time in him to add more and varied thrusts and angles to further abrade and stretch his rectum. He felt increased pain but gritted his teeth and accepted it as he had when he sat on my pole. I was getting more excited at the thought of pumping a second deadly load up his receptive sore ass. I gripped his upper arms and began pounding him, brutally snapping my hips a few times to further tear him up inside and pump more pain up him. He did beg me to take it easy but I merely toned it down a little owing to my desire to keep myself turned on more. I fucked in sometimes jerky movements, excited at how good I felt fucking and dominating him, using him for my sexual pleasure. I finally hit my urges, my dick getting ready to shoot. I fucked him harder, faster, my pelvis slapping his ass and then felt my jizz well up from my balls and into my dick. I hilted myself and then pumped his ass faster and began pumping my second load of nasty HIV up his no-longer virgin tunnel. I hilted myself again as my dick spasmed in extacy pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into him for my initial volley of what seemed like a dozen spurts and then resumed my thrusting, slamming my dick home a few more times and then laying on his back rocking my pelvis to keep my dick thrusting in his hole and occasionally snapping my hips to slam it home to zark-off the last of my load and force my sperms and their viral load into him through his torn rectal walls, as well as keep up that great feeling my dick felt from my continued thrusts, a nice feeling that was amplified because each thrust of my dick in him further wore out his chute to force more of my dirty virus into his system. "Are you sure you're positive?" he asked. "You'll find out soon enough in a couple of weeks or so." I happily replied with a grin, referring to the AIDS flu he would be getting. I thrust again, my dick still feeling good. I remained on his back for about fifteen minutes, still rocking my pelvis thrusting in him until my dick petered out and came out of him. I dismounted and got up. I checked his hole and my dick, both of which showed noticeably more blood than from my first piece of his ass. I also saw his cum on the bedsheet, the tell-tale that I turned him on big time. "That was a good piece of ass. Want to suck it clean?" I asked. He got up, sat on the side of the bed and took my cock into his mouth and hugged my waist as he sucked and licked it for a couple of minutes. His mouth was talented not to mention his humming in delight so my dick was getting hard as well as clean. He then sucked off of it and kissed my cockhead and then my sweaty balls. He stood up and hugged me tight as I hugged him back. "Thanks for the great fucking. You're my kind of stud. I wish I could suck a dick as big as yours!" he gushed. We then started getting dressed. "I can call you in two or three weeks if you like." I told him as I buckled my belt. "Yes. I'll tell you if it worked. Thanks for the great fucking" he replied. We bid each other goodbye and I headed back out. I caught a Montabello Municipal bus, transferred to the L.A. bus and headed home. After arriving home I took a shower before fixing dinner since I didnt plan on nutting any more that night. I called Leonard three weeks later but didnt get ahold of him for a couple of days. He was finally home and answered the phone himself that time. He did have the flu and felt like he had been jumped in an alley and beaten good. I told him that was how I felt after I caught it and he asked me how I caught it. I told him it was by blood transmission from a fight and that the guy who picked the fight with me must have been poz. I called him a couple of months later. He had no further problems but knew that in a few years his body would be ravaged. I told him about taking the required meds and he said he was working with a doctor at a health clinic in Hollywood. I fucked his ass a few more times as well as enjoyed his rimming talents. He subsequently spread my virus to a few, mostly ones he disliked, and a decade later was in ill health due to his slacking off on his meds regimen. I myself was taking mine religiously so I was still in good health and reached Social Security age which I started collecting at 62. I lost contact with Leonard after a decade and a half, as with most of my other conquests over time. I have a guy I fuck regularly, someone I knocked up a decade previously in a bar mensroom. He's also good at sucking my larger than average cock, a talent most guys with smaller mouths have a hard time doing.
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I had done Santa gigs for a number of years at a couple of malls and had succeeded in getting 'promoted' from the throne to standing next to a chimney with a slot-safe inside it. Standing a four hour shift after my regular job beat the hell out of dealing with little snot-noses on the throne for those four hours. The nice thing was that not only did the throne Santas have an elf, but I was assigned one as well. It seemed to double the donations and our secondary job was to monitor for suspicious activity, answer questions including giving gift advice, directing customers to the various stores in the mall and telling the kids wanting toys where the throne line was. I was still fat even though I had caught the bug a couple of years earlier. At fifty-two I was still working at the plant and was still able to get it up which was fortunate because the blue pills hadn't yet been invented. In contrast to my build, Carl my elf assistant, was a clean-shaven, slender twenty-two year old college graduate with long blond hair. He was bisexual and was a dream to have, especially after our shift when he shucked my Santa boots, and then my sneakers which I wore inside them, peeled off my socks and gave my tired somewhat sweaty feet a nice massage. He generally also provided an oral massage which started with him sucking my toes, licking between them and licking his way up finishing at my ankles and then finishing by giving me a nice blowjob and swallowing my cum, sucking off of my cock and kissing it and my balls. He had been doing this since our second day and hadn't caught my bug despite having swallowed about a dozen loads from my HIV-shooting dick. I had wanted to fuck his smooth ass after our third day when I saw him bending over after shedding his green union-suit elf outfit which he wore commando. He looked almost like a flat-chested woman. I was torn between pozzing his ass and preserving him since he gave good head, swallowed my loads, gave my smelly feet nice massages and almost worshiped me. Some two and a half weeks after we started the gig I was relieving myself in the end stall in the mens room and overheard him telling a friend of his that if he was a woman he'd love to have my baby and that if I had AIDS he'd take my bug. He also discussed his impending move out west to Nevada after the holiday season. I was flattered, since I was just another fat middle aged man who worked at a metal fabrication plant in the daytime. That made my decision for me: I decided to add him to my so far short list of conversions. I had noticed that when I pozzed someone my orgasms felt much better than when I cornholed an asshole that was already poz. My dick swelled hearing their little conversation and I waited in the stall until they left the mens room before I wiped and left the stall. I planned to shag his ass during our last week at the mall. I found out he had a lover who was negative and had a small 5" uncut dick. My dick was over seven inches, thick and cut, but Carl handled it well when blowing me - which he did two or three times a week. I had scouted out various out of the way places at the mall and lent Carl to one of the janitors who was negative and near my age. There was a seldom-used supply room my janitor-friend Steve said we could use. It had a heavy duty workbench the perfect height for bending someone over for anal action. Our second to last night which was December 23rd was our night. After waiting for the guard to come with the hand truck to take the chimney to the security office, shucking our outfits and hanging them up in our lockers and getting back into our street clothes we met Steve who let us into the supply room. Steve had even lay an old folded up canvas tarp on the workbench and stayed to watch the action. We all stripped and I had Carl suck Steve off to start things. It was my payment for Steve accommodating us - although he had already pumped a few loads into Carl. "You're a good stud Steve." I said after he finished shooting off his load in Carl's man-loving mouth. After Carl swallowed Steve's load, sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls he turned around and sucked on my cock which was already half hard from watching my skinny old janitor friend use his head. Carl sucked my cock into his mouth, hugged me while sucking me to full hardness and then opened wide to leave my dick wet with spit. He then bent-over the end of the workbench while I greased up my half-century-old weapon which was now throbbing. I stepped up to Carl's still bug-virgin ass, lined up my shot, grabbed his hips and shoved it in. I slid right up his ass and hilted myself. My dick felt really good inside Carl who seemed to vibrate in lust for me. Steve's almost 7"of meat had fucked him the night before so he was used to a good sized dick in him. The warmth of Carl's love tunnel was intoxicating and I wanted to pound him from the start but I needed to put some new fissures in his asshole so my dirty sperms could better spread my deadly bug into him. I took my time, starting out slowly, working my diseased precum into his anal walls. I gradually increased my speed, taking full strokes in him. The way his hole snugged my dick added to my pleasure and made me feel great as I made love to him. Steve looked on with rapt attention, his own dick returning to hardness despite having just blown his load in Carl's mouth. I was glad Steve had fucked him several times as well as used his mouth. After about five minutes I let my loins take over and started fucking Carl aggressively, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass with each self-satisfying thrust of my dick in it. Knowing I would fuck up his life added to my thrill as I fucked him faster, harder, my fat shaking with each thrust of my mighty penis in him. I jack-hammered him and then grinned and grunted as my dick began shooting powerful spurts of deadly HIV-laden cum into his bowels. My knees shook, like they had in my younger days, with the thrill of firing my deadly weapon inside him filling him with my filthy life-changing bug. I kept thrusting until I was spent and then rested, still gripping his hips as my prick's pulses of joy subsided. It was even better than my first piece of a man's ass when I was eighteen, how excellent my dick felt when I shot my virus into him. I remained inside Carl, who was lovingly massaging my spent meat with the muscles of his ravaged hole. "That was a great fuck. If I was queer instead of a man and wanted the bug I would have loved your meat in me!" Steve said and kissed my cheek. I kissed his cheek back and thrust a few more times before slowly pulling out. I withdrew slowly so as to keep as much of my deadly cum in him as possible. After I pulled-out of Carl, he got off the workbench, turned, knelt and sucked my dick clean, moaning in delight. He then sucked off of it, kissed it and my balls, stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and Steve and I hugged, then they hugged and we got dressed. Carl was so turned on by me he had cum while I fucked him. He got on all fours and licked his cum off the canvas draped over the end of the workbench and off the floor where it had dripped off the canvas. The last night, the twenty-fourth, was busier than other nights with kids and parents lined up to the doors of one end of the mall to sit on the throne-Santa's lap and give him their lists. My chimney safe was almost full and Carl was getting tired from answering the numerous questions as to where stores were in the mall and others. Three men came on to him and he accepted two, trading phone numbers. That final night I screwed Carl's ass again just to make sure I'd knock him up and Steve masturbated into his mouth. We turned in our outfits and left our separate ways. Almost on schedule Carl caught the AIDS flu which also delayed his move out west. He figured out that I had given it to him but seemed actually pleased about it, more proof that I knew he wanted to get fucked in more ways than one by a real man. After he recovered I fucked his ass and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap after he sucked my dick clean. I had his mouth the next night. I also introduced him to a couple of my poz friends who also had their pieces of him. He finally made his move and got his job there. He met some fem queen and knocked him/her up. He said that was his best feeling orgasm when he pumped his dirty load up the fem's ass. He also said he was glad my orgasm felt that good when I knocked him up that night before X-mas Eve and how much he enjoyed giving me sexual pleasure despite the hardships he'd face for the rest of his life. He truly had my 'baby'.
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I 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.
