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I had been poz for a couple of years having caught it at thirty-one. I was a normal looking and acting blue collar working man of 6' and still weighed 200. My short hair, full beard and regular man's glasses and nails clipped to the quick left no doubt to me being a normal masculine Top. My job at the plant eliminated any need to work out in a gym. As an experiment we had let the little poof who worked in the secetarial pool in the front office try his hand at some of our jobs in the plant but he lacked the strength, stamina or even ability to learn the work. I was neg back then and had been one of several men to pump our loads up his ass and down his throat, further introducing him to the world of bisexuality although he had been fucked once in a while starting when he had earned a business degree at the local junior college. I had unknowingly pozzed my lover with the best orgasm I had in him. Fortunately I had proof that he was cheating on me so he decided to stay together although that fuck I pozzed him with would always be the best my dick ever felt in him. My orgasms felt better and more intense when I pozzed a neg hole, a feeling shared by some of my poz friends who enjoyed pumping their toxic loads up neg. asses. Before that I had similar great orgasms breaking in virgin assholes with my nearly 7" cut meat. It must have been the nice tightness of a virgin hole combined with the thrill of putting pain to the asshole making him suffer for my sexual enjoyment while I felt nothing but pleasure, albeit sadistic pleasure, proving my manhood by showing off my masculinity by fucking him to orgasm while he cried begging me to stop or pull out while feeling sorry for himself enduring the pain I enjoyed putting to him with each stroke of my dick in his sore virgin hole culminated by a really great feeling orgasm when I ejaculated in him. One day I was shooting the shit with some friends at a local jeans and leather bar when someone mentioned a "wierdo" who wanted to give his ass cherry to a masculine poz Top. When someone saw my face brighten up we knew I would give the gift to the bug-chaser. The thought of filling someone with meat, precum, pain, cum and virus got my dick hard and starting to precum in my pants in no time. "Sure, I'll be glad to have the honor." I replied when asked. A couple afternoons later the chaser and I were formally introduced. Foster was eighteen years and two months old. He had sucked a few of our dicks starting the week after his eighteenth birthday and had no ill effects even though at least one of the loads he swallowed was poz from my dick. He was smaller and slightly lighter in weight than me, lacking my physical strength. His long hair which was normal for young men at the time and lack of facial hair as well as other aspects betrayed his desire to be the bottom. Foster said I filled the bill so we checked into the cheap hourly motel where some of us shagged our conquests. Foster and I stripped while the rest of my team took all the available seats on the sofa and two chairs in the room. Foster and I sat on the bed side by side and I draped my arm around his somewhat narrow shoulders like a boyfriend's arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "You sure you want this and my virus up your ass?" I asked him, holding my hard dick with my other hand for him to admire. "I fuck hard and I dont stop until I get my rocks off. You will be in pain and then you will be infected with the HIV and AIDS the rest of your life. You will be on meds with sometimes horrible side effects and will gradually decline in health. If you fail to take your neds every day as prescribed you will get sick and the meds wont be as effective even if you take more. You understand?" I told him. I omitted giving him advice like making like he was trying to shit the dick out when it entered him which would have made it easier for him., such advice and other pain-reducing advice was reserved for my virgin friends. "Yes Ken, I understand." he softly replied. 'OK, suck it hard." I said as I stood up. Foster knelt and sucked my already semi-hard precum-oozing dick into his mouth. He was a good cocksucker. Had it not been my purpose to fuck his ass I would have let him suck me off and swallow my load as he had a few weeks before. Instead I pulled my cock from his mouth, saying, "OK. I'm hard. Lay on your stomach and spread your legs. Put that pillow under your crotch to raise your ass for me." I then greased up while he obeyed me, using just enough water based lube to make entry easy for me and then dry up after a while to facilitate my dick tearing up his insides which would facilitate easier passage of my virus into him. I spat on his hole, mounted him and felt him kind of shiver under me as I put my dickhead to his tight hole. The guys were all looking with rapt attention, most with their on hardons out, as I then let my weight drive it into Foster who yelped and then screamed as my glans broke through his sphincters and into him. I shoved it right up his ass and hilted myself with a couple of quick harsh thrusts in him, pinning him to the bed, as he screamed in abject pain. I preferred entering a cherry this way, reserving gentle entry and fucking for my friends, as opposed to strictly having a ball getting my rocks off the way I like to in conquests like Foster. The hot tightness of his asshole made my dick feel real good, I liked how it snugged around my shaft as well as how his ass muscles contracted around my dick as he vainly tried to eject it from his sore hole. He was an ideal lively piece of cunt. I flexed my love muscle in him as he cried for me to pull out. "Ken Please pull out! It hurts like hell!. Pull out! Pull OUT!" he screamed as Tom took off his shoes and pulled his dirty athletic socks off his feet. I lay my full weight on Foster's back as Tom and a couple of other guys stuffed Tom's smelly socks into his mouth and tied them in place as the punk fought to escape his obligation to me. I began fucking him which put more pain to his sore hole. "Shut up bitch, You agreed to let me break your ass cherry and fuck you now you need to honor your obligation to me." I snarled and gave a brutal sharp thrust which made him spasm. "Good thing Tom had those thick socks. I bet Dave and his wife in the front office could hear those fuckin' screams." someone said. I gave the bitch a break by starting off slowly since even a slow stroke added to his pain and made my dick feel good with his virgin tightness. Several of the men held him in place to prevent him from rolling or wiggling out from under me and dislodging my super horny dick as I thrust in him. As with some other punks, Foster seemed to gain adrenanline-fueled strength trying to escape the pain of giving up his anal cherry. I gradually increased my pace, taking mostly shorter strokes, hilting myself with each thrust, to further prevent fallout and the resultant difficulty of trying to get my dick back into a strugglling asshole. Deep fucking also worked to tear fissures into more of his rectum to further facilitate virus transmission into his blood stream. Foster was now sniveling, racked with sobs, knowing he was helpless to escape his fate of fulfilling his obligation to me by getting fucked until I cummed in him. He likely forgot about the other aspect of this fuck, the pozzing he would receive, due to his coping with the pain of getting his virgin ass fucked. I normally had to fuck for at least fifteen minutes to get off but this excitement and good feeling my dick was enjoying was hastening my climax, which was no big deal since just a few minutes in a virgin hole was enough to rip an asshole enough to readily pass the virus into the bloodstream. Many of the virgin holes I fucked bled regardless of how gently I stroked in them. I sensed Foster was getting used to the fucking so I began thrusting harder, sometimes snapping my hips which renewed the pain to his ass and pleasure to my penis, feeling him jerk with the pain of my sudden thrusts in him, the power of my loins relentlessly driving my dick in him again and again with no mercy, my manly ego swelling with my approach to climax of the ultimate sexual conquest. Foster's tears were dry for the most part, having cried himself out as we neared the ten minute mark. I let my hips take over giving them free rein to pile-drive and jackhammer my dick in him, feeling the power of my loins thrusting my dick in his hole as he endured the pain I enjoyed putting to him. I piston-thrust that asshole enjoying how good I felt as I neared orgasm, reaching that pre-ejaculatory urge and pounded that asshole into the bed and then came, my dick hilted and pumping my HIV-loaded cum into him in rapid-fire spurts in one hell of an intense mind-blowing orgasm, pulling halfway out and slamming it home again hilting myself as my initial volley filled his sore rectum, followed by more thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden spunk into him as my dick continued to feel absolutely fantastic. I kept thrusting, prolonging the pleasure my dick was enjoying as well as forcing my disease-carrying sperms into his torn rectal walls and my virus through them into his bloodstream. "GO Ken GO!" a few of the men softly chanted in time with my self-serving thrusts. "Man you're a super stud! Keep pumping that load into him." another man said. Much to Foster's dismay I kept thrusting for another few great feeling minutes until my dick softened and came out. I usually yanked out just as it started to soften which also added to an asshole's discomfort and my sense of accomplishment but the extra time thrusting kept my dick feeling good as well as further forced my virus into his bloodstream which also meant less of it coming out with my dick. "If our stud Ken didnt knock him up nobody will." Jim said as he slapped my back. I dismounted and stood up. We hi-fived and each man hugged me and the poz Tops also french-kissed me. I looked at my spent weapon and noticed some blood along with the cum and traces of shit on it. Foster, full of pain, curled up on his side into a fetal position and then removed the gag and vomited, likely from the socks Tom had worn for two days as from the fuck I enjoyed putting to him. Some cum leaked from his sore hole which looked red from the wear and tear of the fuck as well as some blood. Patrick then dropped to his knees and sucked my dick clean and kissed it and kissed and fondled my sweaty ball sack. He then stood up and hugged me. Pat was on borrowed time, still neg but risking himself sucking poz cum. There would be hell to pay if he caught the virus and passed it to his wife. Tom put his shoes back on minus his socks and I got dressed. We helped Foster get dressed and cleaned up any mess including taking the sheet off the bed, wiping the rubber sheet beneath it with the mostly clean parts of the sheet and tossing the sheet in the shower stall. We checked out while Richard stood consoling Foster on the sidewalk. Several of the men and Foster got into Dan's van and took off while three of us headed for different bus stops to go home. That night we met at a bar and grill to enjoy beer and pizza while Foster rested at home feeling sorry for himself, unloved, used and kicked to the curb. We had a nice little fest and then Phil whom a friend of mine had pozzed was in heat so we went to a secluded spot to let him suck me off. Three weeks later we had confirmation that I had pozzed Foster. He was suffering the horrible AIDS flu that many get after getting pozzed. We again met at the joint for more beer and pizza followed by me screwing Phil's ass since my dick was rock hard and sliming with precum at the news of my accomplishment. Phil was a good piece of ass giving my dick a good feeling orgasm but it was nowhere near the fun and really great feeling orgasm I had pumping meat, pain, precum, cum and virus up Foster's ass. Phil enjoyed that fuck, being so turned on by getting fucked by the man who pozzed Foster that he cummed from getting fucked by me. I pumped my load up him and pulled out. He knelt, sucked my dick clean, kissed it and my balls and said, "Man I love getting fucked by studs like you. I only wish you had been the man to pozz my ass." "Yes, I would have enjoyed it but my friend Terry had a good time pozzing you so I'm just as glad he had your AIDS cherry." I replied. Foster lived to regret his fateful decision to get pozzed. He took his meds as prescribed but after a few years he took "vacations" later ending up getting sick and in a hospice. I'll always remember Foster as one of the very few pieces of ass who gave me and my penis the double pleasure of popping his AIDS cherry while popping his anal cherry.
