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I headed to the superette to pick up a six-pack. I walked in the door and greeted Ty, the proprietor's 22 year old son, who was working one of the two registers and then headed back to the seldom-used restroom at the back of the store. Also heading for the one-holer was Mark, a young guy Ty's age. "You need to go?" I asked as I fumbled for a quarter for the pay lock. He checked me out as he pulled a quarter from his pocket and said we could both go in. I thanked him as we entered. He pulled out his little cock and urinated into the bowl while we checked each other out. Mark was a bit slender as well as an inch or two under six feet. His unisex clothing, long hair and clean shaven face gave him a common look of most guys his age, his unibrow was his only unusual feature. I had nutted in his mouth a few months before and was glad to have another go at him. My poz sperms hadn't knocked him up through his mouth so I'd planned to shag his ass next time I saw him. I was a husky man in my late thirties, a couple of inches over six feet, and about 200 pounds, having dropped from 240 due to the HIV. I sported a flattop haircut, classic hornrim type glasses, good body hair, dirt under my nails from my job working at the junk yard and sweaty size twelve feet that enjoy good oral service. My hearty appetite and blue-collar mostly outdoor jobs kept me in good shape, which helped my drug cocktail do its job. "Good thing you're going first because I need to take a shit," I said as he finished pissing. "You want a blumpkin?" he asked. I hid my surprise and said yes even though I wanted to fuck his ass. At least it would save time by 'priming' my dick so I'd need less time to nut in his ass. After he finished pissing he lowered the seat for me and even put an ass-gasket on it for me while I dropped my cutoff jeans. "Thanks Mark," I said. "At your service," he replied. I sat my ass on the seat and he knelt and bent over, steadied himself and sucked my cock into his mouth. "I'm gonna piss first so be ready to drink it." I told him and farted before emptying my bladder and ass. He had a bit of trouble at first but was able to gulp my piss under the trying circumstances without letting more than a few drops leak out between his lips and my cock shaft. I felt good even though getting blumped by someone on my shit list would have been more fun for me. I finished pissing and Mark swallowed the last of it. He then began pumping his head on my cock as I finished my dump. The stink of my shit filled the room as it wafted its way up to the exhaust fan grill in the corner of the ceiling over the john. Being cut, I needed a while more to bust my nut. It had taken Mark twenty minutes to get me off the earlier occasion when he sucked me, although I could have cut that time in half by holding his head and face-fucking his mouth. "Okay, I need to stand up," I told him. He pulled his head off my cock and I stood halfway up and did the paperwork. I wanted to cum in Mark's ass as soon as possible so naturally I told him I wanted to fuck it. He knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth to reharden it. A minute later my dick was throbbing hard. I stepped to the restroom door and opened it a crack to see if anyone was waiting to piss or shit. The coast was clear so I closed and locked it again and told Mark I was ready to finish the aborted blumpkin by fucking his ass. "I got no lube. You have any?" he asked. "We'll use your spit and some of that liquid hand soap," I told him. He wasn't too happy but decided getting fucked with this lube now beats likely missing the opportunity later to feel my masculine power inside him. He knelt and sucked my throbbing dick back into his mouth and soaked it in his spit, then opened wide and pulled back. I got some soap from the dispenser and slathered it onto my dick including my dickhead and my whole shaft. Mark dropped his pants and undershorts to the floor, turned around, bent-over and grabbed the sink. I decided to shove a lubed finger up his ass to lube him inside because the lube on my dick might not be enough even though his anal cherry was long-gone. I shoved my middle finger just halfway up his ass, thrust and twisted it a few times, yanked it out and washed my hand. I basically wanted to have enough lube at his entrance to minimize the pain and any screams but leave his hole more or less unlubed so I could stretch, tear and abrade it inside with my dickhead before my precum and thrusts started adding lube further up his hole. I leaned over, spat on his asshole, stood back up and put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up his ass with a snap of my hips as he grimaced and whined. I grinned to myself as my weapon slid right up his ass which seemed to embrace it. Once hilted, I flexed my dick in him, feeling his hole snugly around it as it expanded in him each time I flexed. He grimaced with each slight expansion of my dick as he felt the power of me within him. I then began fucking him, starting off with a series of hip-snaps to tear him up inside as much as possible, my grip on his hips keeping him in place while I enjoyed putting it to him. I then settled into more regular thrusting using him the way we men use a woman. Although he had been fucked quite a number of times he was nice and tight for my loggerhead. I didn't really care as long as I had a nice piece of that asshole and pozzed him. He began getting used to the pain as the sounds of the fuck filled the room and I could tell he was beginning to enjoy being used by a manly stud like me. I had seen some of the other guys he'd been with as well as saw a few of them having their pieces of him, mostly with condoms. His bullpen ranged from poofy guys whom he 69ed with to masculine total Top men like me who fucked and used him but just about all of them had smaller dicks then my eight and a half inches and they were either neg, wore rubbers or just plain failed to poz him. I felt blessed to have a good sized dick which could pump pain into most holes, stretch-rip their holes inside and knock-up just about any neg ass hole I fucked. I fucked that asshole with gay abandon, enjoying how good I felt, knowing he would be my next victim. I fucked him harder and faster, he tried to get away but my grip on his hips and the threat of me jabbing my thick nails into him held him fast as I pounded away, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass which likely could have been heard outside the restroom. I knew he was still feeling some pain but being the man in our relationship my priority was my enjoyment of the piece and getting my HIV-laden rocks off in him. A few more minutes brought me to pre-nut as I continued fucking him. I felt it coming and let my hips take over and then finally nutted in the asshole while trying to keep my knees from shaking. My dick felt excellent as I hilted myself to pump my initial rapid-fire spurts off in the punk who seemed relieved even though the expansion of my dick in his hole renewed the pain just a little. After my initial volley finished I repeatedly pulled halfway out and slammed it home to pump the rest of my sperms into his abraded rectum and force them and their HIV load into his rectal walls. I hilted myself again and left it in a moment, enjoying how good I felt knocking-up his AIDS-virgin hole by shooting my virus-laden cum inside him and repeatedly thrusting to mash it into his anal walls to enter his system. My dick felt great like I was still cumming as I kept thrusting, enjoying the thrill of exercising my manly power to fuck someone up by fucking him. A couple of minutes later I finished thrusting and pulled out, my dick satisfied. I checked it. It was fairly clean, a tad of cum, brown and some blood on it. "Okay, suck it clean," I ordered him. He gave a disgusted look but turned around and knelt before me to suck off and swallow what he'd left on my dick when I pulled out. He seemed about to vomit a couple of times but fortunately he didn't. I sure felt good having used him as a urinal, cunt, cum-dump and dick-cleaner, just another way of proving my superior manhood and his lack thereof as well as the really good orgasm my dick felt when I ejaculated my dirty poz spunk in him and forced my virus into his bloodstream with my continued thrusts. Another manly stud's conquest and victory over yet another lesser man. A couple of minutes later the last of what he'd left on my dick reached his stomach. He sucked off of my now clean dick and kissed it and my balls as I had reminded him to do. Satisfied, I pulled up my pants and washed my hands while he licked his chops while pulling up his pants. I stepped past him on my way out the door. Ty was coming up from the store room in back so I glanced at Mark to let him know our time in the john was definitely up. He slunk by. I greeted Ty as Mark slipped out and split, likely ashamed of himself. Ty gave me a knowing grin. "I'll get you next time Ty. See you then," I said. "The sooner the better," he replied as he entered the john to piss. I decided to formally introduce Ty to Mark next time so they could get it on. I was glad Ty harbored no ill feelings toward me for pozzing him the year before. I still remembered how great the fuck was and how utterly fantastic my dick felt when I injected my virus-laden sperms carrying their deadly toxic load into Ty's ass. I was later jazzed that he was glad he had been pozzed by me instead of someone like Mark. He never told his father I was the stud who had pozzed him. Several weeks later I saw Mark. He was feeling ill, likely catching the HIV flu. I took the time to check on him a week later. He was worse and the week after that he was bedridden, sweating and suffering the other symptoms of the flu. A bedside table next to his nighstand held almost a dozen different medications. Seeing how he was suffering got my dick hard, same as when I'd seen Ty about a month after I'd knocked him up. As I had desired to do with Ty, I wanted to jerk off into his mouth but saved it and went and fucked Ty who shared my delight in pozzing Mark. I again remembered how good I felt nutting in Ty, my big horny penis pumping my life-changing jizzum in him and when I pulled out of him how he lovingly sucked my weapon clean and gave it and my balls a big kiss even though he knew I was poz. Mark was suffering as bad as Ty had from my potent virus. I felt fortunate my own suffering hadn't been that bad, thanks to being in top physical condition and starting me meds just as soon as I suspected I'd caught the bug. Like Ty before him, Mark had taken a week or two longer to recover than it had taken me. Mark wasnt too happy but he was glad he would never need to worry about the AIDS flu again nor having to ask the men who fucked him to use condoms but on the other hand he knew his life would be shortened and filled with needing to take meds and suffer the side-effects for the rest of it. I myself took my meds religiously but many poz guys slacked or took 'holidays' which made the meds less effective when they resumed taking them. As with Ty, I fucked Mark several more times, enjoying fucking him shooting more of my toxic pozz jizz in him, each time remembering how great I felt when I pozzed him. I also fucked his mouth a few times so he could taste my dick and the cum that changed his life.
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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.
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My buddy dirty nails Jim had successfully pozzed an asshole that others couldnt. Those dirty nails of his came in handy when he had to jab the asshole's ass cheeks to keep him still. I was built like Jim in that I was his height, weight and age, husky, wore similar glasses and had the same size dick he had including cut like him. My difference was I sported a crewcut with big baldspot and receding hairline to his shoulder length hair, shorter beard and kept my nails bitten to the nubs whereas Jim clipped his straight across every couple of weeks or so and he never cleaned them. A week after Jim pozzed the asshole we pozz studs were at a bar, including some of us who were at the rented apartment where Jim pozzed the 'hole. A little fairy was swishing around near the jukebox. "Who's the little fella?" I asked Jim. "That's Bobbie." he answered. "He poz or neg?" I asked. "She's neg but chasing. She wants a masculine man not a fellow twink to knock her up." my buddy answered. "You try him?" I asked. "That bitch took one look at my hair and hands and swished off. She needs to be bred." he replied. "I'm gonna try to score that piece of ass." I said, getting off my stool. He kissed me and said, "Good luck stud." as I then headed over to the fairy. I went over to the fella and asked him if he was cruising. He looked up to me and asked me if I was poz. I said yes. That was the magic word and soon we were in his pad stripping in his bedroom. I wanted him to give my tired feet that had sweated in my workboots all day some oral service but I knew most pansies werent into giving oral foot service, especially to sweaty smelly feet of fat men twice his age of twenty. I did start things off by having him kiss my weapon, and its "magazine" which was my scrotum, and suck my dick hard. He was quite talented for a small guy, taking most of my cut 7" in his mouth. He did gag when I thrust a couple of times. After enjoying him sucking on my dick and having him inhale my crotch odors that I enjoy putting to cuntmouths I had him lay on his stomach on his bed. I greased up because I knew he had only recently given up his ass cherry and hadnt been fucked by someone as thick as I was. I put just enough grease on my dick to facilitate penetration and keep my dick comfortable while I shredded his hole and pumped my load of HIV into it. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home as he winced and let out a squeak like shriek. I liked how tight his hole was around my loggerhead and that he took it without screaming like some assholes did when I rammed it in with a fat-shaking snap of my hips although I didnt snap-ram it up him. After flexing my hilted love muscle in his ass I began fucking him. I was in no hurry because I wanted to spend some time enjoying tearing up his rectum inside before I pumped my dirty sperms into him. Unlike Jim I didnt have the option of jamming a finger up his ass to cut him up inside with a jagged nail like he could. Fifteen minutes after I started fucking him he seemed to be taking it better. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths to further fuck up his insides, then resumed fucking him. I then fucked faster and harder enjoying how good my dick felt in him. The little fella took it like a champ and I could tell he was enjoying getting fucked as my love shaft pistoned in his passion pit. Soon my pelvis was occassionally slapping his ass as I increased my pace. I pile-drove his ass, increasing the heat and friction between my meat and his love-tunnel, getting closer to getting my rocks off in it. I then slowed and pumped slowly as the lube finished wearing off. This allowed me to further rip his insides with my dick, giving me more time to do a better job tearing up his twat. A few minutes later I was ready for the kill. I sped up my fucking until my fat was jiggling and rippling as I jackhammered his hole, getting close. A minute later I began ejaculating in him while pounding him with snaps of my hips driving my dick into him and driving my poison-carrying sperms into his rectal walls. My prick pulsed with such pleasure knowing I was injecting my dirty AIDS into him, knowing how miserable his life would be once my nasty virus took hold and destroyed his immune system, especially if he shirked his meds. The good feeling my dick felt seemed amplified the way it had when I pozzed the last hole as I let my powerful loins take over repeatedly slamming my dick in him driving the little fairy into the bed, my pelvis slapping his ass on every rebound, driving my disease into his system, until I was spent. I rested on the poof's back catching my breath, my love-shaft buried in him as my sperms performed their mission carrying their deadly cargo into his bloodstream. I thrust from time to time enjoying how good my dick felt with each thrust as I enjoyed the afterfuck. "Well,you are fucked now. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." I said after catching my breath as some sweat rolled off me onto him. "You're the best stud ever!" he gushed, thanking me for the great manly fuck I'd pounded into him. I corkscrewed my hips to stir the load and force more into his battered rectal walls, then hip-snapped a few more times before my prick began softening. I then pulled out and it seemed my softening dick was still throbbing alittle as I dismounted and stood up. Even in the muted light coming in the window I could see the pink froth on my dick with just a few streaks of brown. Some was coming out of his hole as well. I grinned to myself knowing that if I didnt knock that asshole up noone could. Bobbie finally got up. I saw the cum on his bed. I figured he would be turned on by getting fucked by me and sure enough he was. "OK Bobbie, show your appreciation for this good fuck I put to you, suck my dick clean." I told him. He sat on the side of the bed, took my dirty cock in his mouth and sucked it clean, sucked off of it and licked and sucked around the part he couldnt get into his mouth including into my pubes, then he kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. He then hugged my pelvis and sucked my dick back into his mouth and hummed before sucking off of it again. "Thank you stud. You made this little guy's dream cum true!" he gushed and kissed my deadly dick again. "You'll know for sure in a few weeks but I'm dead sure I infected you. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting it to you." I replied. "Now that I'm part of your community I think I will." he said and kissed my dick again. I needed to piss so I told him to get in the tub. I aimed my piss-cannon at his open mouth and relieved myself in his mouth getting most of it in as he swallowed what he could before I pulled out to finish by dousing his face and hair. I then returned to the bedroom and got dressed. "Enjoy your gift." I said as I finished tying my shoes and stood up. He didnt really say much as I headed to the front door. I had done my part, he had done his part so my sexual needs were satisfied. His were too. The next few nights I saw him swishing around in the bar and sucking various cocks in the mensroom and the alley behind the bar, then he didnt show up. He did return a month later looking much as I had felt and looked after my pozzing which had resulted due to a cocksucker's errant teeth on my dick immediately followed by fucking an ass full of poz cum. My friends and I had a little fuck party but Bobbie couldnt make it so I fucked one of my versatile poz friends up his ass and in his mouth instead of Bobbie who later did rim me and sucked me off. I kept to my strict regimen of meds over the years but as predicted Bobbie skipped a few times and went a week without taking them a few years later. He paid for it. I always enjoyed fucking asses and mouths but pumping my virus into an aids virgin just about doubled that great feeling my dick enjoyed when I fucked and came in the neg assholes. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Seems many poz gift-giver Tops have more sexual enjoyment and better orgasms when pozzing a neg. asshole and many bug-chasers enjoy getting pozzed by the right studs
