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My dick was hard and I needed a hole to fuck. Douglas and I had been friends since college days. Doug was about my age of thirty-four and weighed about two hundred on his just under six foot frame. His swarthy good looks accented by his black straight shoulder length hair gave him charm and many dates. He came out half a decade after I did. I scored my first male piece of ass in the form of fifty year old David when I was eighteen and he had scored with someone our ages five years later. I was cut out to be a Top but he was versatile, equally satisfied whether taking the meat of bears and other masculine men or putting his meat to the effeminate fellas. I had weighed over two hundred but after having been pozzed my weight had dropped fifty pounds in a few years but was stablized by a high calorie special diet and my meds kind of halted my decline. I had wavy brown hair almost collar length and wore glasses. I had been biting my nails since I was eighteen although I had neglected them and other things for a short while after finding out that I was pozz, until my depression had passed and I was able to get back in the swing of things. Keeping my fingernails short to the nubs not only made for improved masturbation but also saved the hips of the assholes I fucked and the ears of the cocksuckers I face-fucked. We had kind of reunited at our new jobs working at a junkyard. He was glad to see me and then asked me about my weight loss and looks. I came out with it and told him about how I may have caught the bug. He said he was still neg. I told him I was happy for him. It was a slow day one summer day when he asked to suck me off. "Arent you afraid I'll infect you?" I asked him. "I heard it's alot harder to catch it from oral than anal and I want your meat in me." he begged. I capitulated, partly because I hadnt scored someone in a while and because I missed the gay ol' times we had with me pumping my loads into him, although my nailbitten hand had been keeping my love-gun satisfied. We went into a small wooden shack that was the back mensroom, a facility with two toilet stalls, a trough urinal and a sink. In that shithouse Doug gave me a great blowjob and swallowed my deadly load. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my balls. He blew me and drank my warm beer on tap every other day for almost a month as well as orally serviced my feet after we punched-out after work a few times. "Fuck me." he said one afternoon. "You dont want to get fucked by me." I replied, reminding him of my status. "But I do. I miss your meat in me, those wonderful times back then." he pleaded. "It's your funeral Doug. I warned him. "I still want to feel your masculine power drive it in me." he begged. I thought what the hell, I'd have a really nice orgasm like I just about always did when I knocked someone up. I had fucked poz guys many times but every time I pumped my deadly dirty load up a neg ass my dick went into extacy overdrive with how great I felt when I ejaculated in a "virgin" hole. We had no lube because I never carried any with me and he didnt either. The only soap in the place was the powdered hand soap in the dispenser over the sink so that was of no use for lube. We went into the shithouse and he dropped his pants. We both spat on my hand and I stood behind him, reached-around and jerked him off, catching his cum in my hand. He was as turned on by my hand as ever and came in a short five minutes. He had cummed when I fucked his ass in our younger days. Once he finished cumming in my hand I dropped my pants and he sucked on my semi-flaccid dick bringing it to full hardness and left it wet with his spit when he took his mouth off it. We then spat in my hand adding our spit to his cum. I then smeared the mixture of spit and cum on my dick and he bent-over and grabbed his ankles. I spat on his hole and then put my slimy dick to it. I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up him, instantly hilting it, my balls swinging against his. He barely flinched, having been fucked hundreds of times. I could feel the warmth of his asshole embracing my dick as well as his excitement at getting fucked by one of his favorite studs. I felt my own excitement at the prospect of pozzing my friend. I began to fuck him, taking full strokes, enjoying how his hole enveloped my dick like a glove. I held his hips to steady us as I fucked him, my dick feeling its power, feeling its oats, as I piston-thrust in his still-neg ass. I knew my larger than average dick was adding new fissures to his asshole walls inside him, providing more pathways for my sperms to carry their filthy deadly loads into his bloodstream. I fucked him faster, harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I enjoyed myself knowing my climax would be double-intense. He was all for it, enjoying feeling the power of my loins driving my shaft in him, enjoying giving me a great feeling piece of his ass. I could feel myself getting close as I gripped his waist tighter to compensate for the sweaty slipperiness. I grinned as I got closer, driving my meat in him stroke after stroke thrusting hard and strong. A few more thrusts and I hilted myself deep in him as I yanked him to me, held his ass to my crotch, pulled out and slammed it home with a powerful snap of my hips, whereupon I exploded in a powerful extremely great-feeling orgasm as my legs shook while my dick pumped bullets of AIDS-carrying cum in half a dozen rapid-fire spurts deep inside his bowels. A half-minute later I pulled almost out and slammed it back in again with another snap of my hips, the smack of my pelvis reverberating off the walls as I pumped more diseased cum up my friend's love-hole. Another minute passed before I slammed what I figured to be almost another dozen thrusts up his ass and then held his hips tight to me again and corkscrewed my hips a couple of times, then held him to me for a few more minutes, occasionally thrusting a little to force more of my sperms into his rectal walls as we enjoyed the afterfuck. My dick was still throbbing with joy inside Doug who showered me with praise for the great fuck I threw into him. "You wont feel that way in two or three weeks whn you get the aids flu." I replied after he wound down his complements on my studmanship. "I know but it's still worth it!" he gushed. He said if I hadnt jerked him off he would have cummed from getting fucked by me like the fucks I had put to him in the past. I thrust a few more times and slowly withdrew so as to keep my cum from leaking out. He stood up, smiled wide, turned around, knelt before me and sucked my dick clean, sucked off of it and showered it and my sweaty scrotum with kisses and sucks. He then wrapped his lips around my dick. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him as he gulped it down. He then sucked off of my meat and kissed it again. "Well, Doug. You're fucked in more ways than one." I said. "It was a great fuck too stud. I'm yours any time you want me." he replied and hugged me before standing up. He started feeling lousy a couple of weeks later and then called in sick. He was off for a month and I had to work with some bigoted homophobe who wasnt fit to lick Doug's feet much less mine. I was glad when Doug was finally well enough to return to work and the boss took him back, although that was largely due to the bigot's incompetence. A week later when we had some privacy we had a celebration fuck. Although my orgasm wasnt quite as intense as when I first injected my bug in his ass it was still an enjoyable piece of him and how lovingly he sucked my dick clean and again showered it and my hairy balls with kisses after I cummed and pulled out of his ass. It was awesome to me that he loved getting fucked and fucked-up by me and he considered me as a special stud even though he was simply another pozzing conquest I enjoyed sowing my wild, and deadly, oats in. Doug ended up following me into emeciation and was put on a diet similar to mine. He lost more strength but was still able to work at the junkyard and to get it up hard enough to fuck looser asses as well as get sucked off.
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I type this as I just had his load deposited in me a few minutes ago.. A guy had messaged me on grindr on November 21st. After some convo and pic exchange, he has a very nice long, uncut cock I knew I wanted him to slay! But he was at work, and I was at home. A 20 or so minute car ride had separated us.. I had just left the area he was currently in. And he lives maybe 30 or so minutes north of that location.. Destiny, the sex gods, whoever was not on our side that night. Bummer. But life goes on... Fast forward to tonight. I had cleaned out in my shower before work. I had gotten off work and decided to check out grindr. I see this sexy man is a mere 655 feet from me, so I Message him. He tells me that he's in an office behind where I work. I make my way over to him. He wants to see my cock, so I show him. He starts to give me some head. I reach for and grab his ever so growing cock, pull his pants down and drop to my knees and start to give him an amazing blow job. After a few minutes of sucking his amazing cock, we hear some voices in the hall way. We both rush to throw our clothes on. I'm holding the door closed for dear life making sure no one is able to open it. He helps me in finishing putting my belt on. After a minute of whoever talking he decides he doesn't know them and it's cool to continue. He turns me around, tells me to drop my pants and he proceeds to bend me over. No lube, my first ever no lube fuck, and no poppers. I was a tad scared.. but it didn't hurt. He puts his cock in me nice and slow, and I'm in disbelief. It's going in smoothly with no pain. After a few minutes of him fucking me, he stops and asks the question all of us bottoms want to hear... "Do you want my load in you?" "Fuck yes." I replied. After a few more thrusts he drops his load inside me. We both get dressed, I tell him we should do this again. He seems game. I leave, he stays to clean up. I got in my car to drive up the street to write this .. So here I sit, in my car, in the dark, at the trailhead to a hiking trail that is potentially cruisy with his load seeping out of my hole hoping that I am able to get some more cum deposited up in me. Fingers crossed!
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I travel for work and use that time to play with men. I am married to a woman but enjoy fucking with a man when I get the chance. This happened this morning when I was on an app and started talking with a guy who happened to be in my same hotel. He sent me a pic of his dick, nice six inches to swallow. The game plan was for some mutual oral, fucking wasn’t even mentioned. He came to the room and I closed the shades to have a semi anon scene, something I love. We started with some hot kissing before the clothes came off. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock, it was a good size where I could deep throat it. We moved to the bed and I started stroking his hole, that made him moan and I knew then that I was going to fuck him. I spread his legs and started rimming his ass. He was moaning a lot and I got up and had him start sucking me as a good bottom boy should. I got up, grabbed some lotion and told him to get ready to take my cock. He said yes daddy and got on all fours. It took a minute to slide in but I went all the way in his hot ass. I pinned him down on his stomach and began fucking deep. Told him I was going to load him and he said yes. Ended up breeding him and then having him suck another load out of me. got to love anon scenes in hotels.
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So, this past weekend, I spent some time at a hotel, meeting guys. Has a few come in that wanted to play with poppers. Without much detail so this doesn't get deleted (chem being involved), I got pretty messed up Sunday. When I went to work on Monday, I was in such a fog, imade several small stupid mistakes. Nothing to warrant a drug test. My question: do poppers show up on a dt? Anyone else have that issue?
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As I type this, I'm getting fucked at work. A guy who bred me in the bathroom here a few months back recognized me in my booth outside and asked if I was interested in a quicky. I smiled and let him in. He immediately dropped my pants, bent me over my desk and started eating me out. Now, I'm still bent over the desk and he's been inside me for aboit 5 minutes now. He says he about to dump his load. I can't wait to feel his hot spunk in my belly. ; )
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Chapter I. When my boy and I realized how hot it is getting him fucked by new cock, we were nervous about playing raw. We always went bare with each other, but wanted to start out only playing safe. We know how that goes… I knew he wanted to take another man's load and I secretly wanted to push his boundaries to do it. The first guy was a stranger I met online, a handsome squat black guy. He came over and we took turns fucking my boy, him wearing a condom, me bare. I had made sure he was NEG for everything. My boy was holding back as he took the guy's sheathed cock, as if he was nervous to show me how much he liked it. He kept his eyes clenched tight the whole time we both fucked him. The guy came in the condom deep in my boy's ass. He pulled out without spilling and cum and I bred my boy as the guy jerked his impressive cock to a second load. He shot that load on my boys ass. I took a few pics of our cum on his ass, mine leaking out of his hole and the other guys streaking across his cheeks. The next guy was an older burly stud from a hookup app. He told me that he was POZ, but undetectable and only fucked safe. I told my boy this and he gamely agreed to take the guy's cock as long as they played safe. The guy came over and we took turns plowing my boy. This guy had a really long cock so the condom only came halfway down. It looked so good when he was deep in my boy's guts with the whole condom inside my boy. It looked like they were fucking raw until he pulled out far enough to see it. I took a few pics that really looked like they were going bareback. I came first and lubed up my boy's hole for the other guy to finish. When he was about to cum, he pulled out and whipped the condom off, shooting his load all over my boy's crack. I took pics as his undetectable seed drooled down onto my boy's hole. He left and my boy and I had a chat about maybe going further with the next guy if the mood was right. The third guy we brought home was a buddy from work who had always flirted with my boy at office parties and company picnics. My boy always flirted back. What my boy didn't know was that Tom is POZ. When I asked him to fuck my boy with me, safely, he eagerly agreed. Tom is tall and slim with a tuft of blond fuzz peeking out of his shirt collar. On the agreed night, I got my boy to drive me to work and Tom drove me back to our place. When we walked in the door, there was my boy's shirt on the floor in the living room, and his jeans on the stairs. I gestured for Tom to lead the way and following him upstairs as he peeled off his own clothes. There was a t-shirt in the hall, two socks further down, and my boy's jockstrap on the handle of the bedroom door. I helped Tom pull his briefs down. Out popped a beautiful thick cock with a tuft of ginger fur and low-hanging hairy balls and opened the door for him. My boy was on the bed on all fours with his ass towards us and a tube of lube and some wrapped condoms on the bed. Tom smacked my boy's ass and knelt down to eat his hole. I stripped my clothes off and spread my boy's cheeks open for Tom to go deeper. Before long I was opening up my boy with my fingers so Tom's tongue could go deeper. I stripped too, already drooling precum. My boy was moaning into the pillows and I positioned myself underneath him so I could suck his cock. I lapped at my boy's dick and balls, letting my tongue go back to his hole, darting it against Tom's lips. My boy swallowed my dick and moaned as he deep-throated me. Tom stood up and slapped his bare cock on my boy's ass. I grabbed his dick and squeezed out a pearl of precum. I took that pearl and smeared it on my boy's hole. I aimed Tom's cock at my boy's ass and he thrust forward so the head of his dick was pushing gently into my boy's hole. My boy pulled off my cock and asked, 'Aren't you going to wear a condom?' Tom stopped and pulled back a bit. 'Yeah. If I have to…' Tom thrust forward again easing more of his bare cock into my boy. 'Baaaaaby,' my boy groaned. I wasn't sure if he meant me or the POZ man rawfucking my boy. 'Please… condom…' I couldn't tell if he was asking permission to go bare or for Tom to put one on. Tom erred on the side of caution and pulled out. Tom unwrapped a condom and slid it over his glistening cock. He liberally lubed it up and aimed it back at my boy's ass. Tom slid that huge POZ cock into my boy, sheathed in rubber. When he was fully inside, I lapped at his hairy balls. Tom slid back and forth and after savoring his balls smacking my forehead, I scooted out from underneath. I grabbed my phone from my pants and started taking a few photos. I had the sound on so they could hear when I was shooting photos. Tom grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up. I leaned down next to my boy and showed him a pic of Tom's cock halfway inside him, wrapped in the condom. He responded by pushing back so he was fucking himself on Tom's thick cock. 'Baby,' I whispered to him, 'Tom's POZ. Did you know that?' His eyes got big, but he only pushed back harder on that cock. 'His dick looks so good stretching you out…' My boy kissed me hard. I reached back to his ass and wrapped my hand around Tom's cock, half-buried in my boy. I took the base of the condom and rolled it up a bit. I pulled away from my boy's mouth and took a pic of his cock, now more exposed so the ring of the rubber was just outside of my boy's ass. I snapped a pic and showed it to my boy. He groaned and pushed back harder. Every time Tom pulled out a good ways, I rolled that condom up a bit more. Then he'd stab his dick back into my boy. After a few minutes, only his head was still wrapped. I took another pic and showed it to my boy. 'Baby, that dick would look even better raw… right?' My boy nodded and clenched his ass. Tom winked at me and pulled out. 'This is some good pussy, bud. Thanks for sharing it with me. I need a break or I'm gonna cum!' He pulled the condom off of his cock head and gestured for me to take a turn. I slid right into my boy's lubey open hole. It felt so good fucking his once-tight openness. Tom slowly jerked his cock and squeezed out a dollop of precum. I scooped it off with my fingers and brought it to my lips. Then I stopped; instead of eating it, I smeared it on my dick and sunk in into my boy's ass. Tom grinned. He picked up his discarded condom. I knew what he was thinking and pulled back so my cock was just barely still inside my boy. He oozed his juice out of the condom and onto my dick. I slid back in my boy letting Tom's toxic precum seep into my boy with each thrust of my dick. Knowing that I was putting that POZ juice in my boy got me so hot. I hammered my boy's ass as Tom slowly jerked off. I could feel my boy's hard cock and balls bouncing around and I grabbed his dick as he fucked himself on my cock and started to cum all over the sheets. I shot my load, breeding my boy's ass as Tom egged me on. I pulled out leaving my boy's ass a sopping mess, his hairy hole matted with my seed. My boy collapsed onto the bed, pulling at his cheeks and showing us his cummy ass. I took a few photos and showed them to my boy. 'Wouldn't that ass look better with two loads?' My boy eagerly nodded. Tom swirled his tongue on my dick and kept jerking himself. He climbed behind my boy and smacked his ass with his meaty cock. He raised his eyebrows at me saying, 'You want me to cum on his ass?' I shook my head no. 'You want me to cum IN his ass?' I nodded saying, 'Yes. Please beed my boy.' My boy moaned approval. Tom slid his thick POZ cock in my boy's ass raw. I took pics of my boy taking his first raw POZ cock. Instead of quietly moaning like he had whenever taking my dick, my boy started talking dirty. 'You taking that ass? Fucking me raw?! Fucking me with that big POZ cock?!' Tom got into the act too talking back, 'Yeah, pussy boy. Taking my POZ cock like a filthy little slut? You like taking POZ cock, yeah!?' Tom pounded my boy into the mattress as they worked up a sweat. I was still totally hard and now jerking my own cock. Tom pulled back and took my dick in his hand. He jerked me hard and aimed my cock at his own pistoning cock. I usually can't cum twice, but sharing my boy with this POZ stud got me so worked up. I shot my second load onto his throbbing dick and Tom fucked it into my boy's ass. 'Gonna cum! Gonna breed your boy! Gonna POZ your boy!!!' I shouted, 'Fuck yeah! Give IT to him! POZ that little slut!!!' Tom quickened his fuckpace and slammed his dick as deep as it would go. His face twisted up and he came deep in my boy's ass. I grabbed my phone and took a pic of their sweaty bodies still connected. Tom pulled back slowly and I kept shooting pics. Every inch he pulled back I snapped another photo. My boy pulled his cheeks apart as soon as Tom's cock plopped out, working his hole open with his fingers and toying with the three fresh loads dribbling out. Tom laid down beside him and they kissed. Watching them kiss was somehow more intimate than watching them fuck. Tom held my boy's face and asked him,'you like taking that POZ seed, boy?' 'Fuck yeah!' 'Want some more of that POZ cum?' 'YES!' 'Same time next week?,' he asked me. I nodded. My boy frowned at me. 'Do I have to wait a whole week?' I couldn't say no to him… Tom smiled at me and grinned. 'Tomorrow night?' My boy and I both nodded. 'How many POZ loads you want tomorrow night, slut?' Without a second of hesitation, my boy replied, 'As many as you can give me.' 'What if I brought a few friends over?' My boy didn't answer, he just kissed Tom hard and grabbed his gooey cock. They made out as my boy worked Tom's cock back to fully hard. Naturally, I took pics. My boy pushed Tom onto his back and squatted on his raw POZ cock. He rode Tom looking right into my eyes. 'You like watching your boy take dick? Watching him take POZ dick?' I honestly replied, 'FUCK YEAH!' Tom bred my boy again that night and we made plans for the following evening. To be continued...
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Not Me, but I am sure you will like it I'm a 27 years old married guy, you can say I'm happy with my wife, I work at a company which is fairly known. My story began when some manager from another department called me at night begging me to help her with some sales inputs, I told her that all the data she needs is stored on my PC in the office, so this has to wait for the morning, she said that her Director will kill her if she didn't do the report before the morning, so to honor our personal friendship I accepted to go back to the office and send her whatever she wants, luckily the company is only 20 minutes away. I went there and didn't find the night guard sitting in the reception, he's a black guy in his mid 50's who started working with us last year, nobody knows anything about him except that he was married at some point his wife and his kids abandoned him. I went to my office and sent her everything she asked for, as I was locking my office, I heard some noise from the meeting room, I immediately thought about us getting robbed, of course! They killed the night guard that's why he's not sitting in the reception. I stood there for about 5 minutes don't know what to do, so I decided to take a look, I sneaked upstairs preparing for the worst case scenario, as I was getting closer, the noises were getting clearer (is someone having sex?), I stood at the door to find our night guard naked and jerking off to some gay porn on the projector, I shouted: WTF is this? The guy got scared and jumped to unplug the projector, I left shouting "what the hell is wrong with you? this is a work place!" I got back home, had dinner and went to bed but I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about him, this hunk of a black man that used to work out at some point and he was good, his body seemed aged yet strong, the gray hair in on his chest gave him a nice manly look, and his dick was straight up huge! I started to get a hard on thinking about him, I kept thinking "what's wrong with me? I'm getting horny over some guy, a black guy? Not to mention how old he is!" it took me forever to sleep that night. We didn't meet for the next 3 days until I decided to confront him, I didn't know where I'm going with this but I just wanna do it. I called my wife and told her that I'm going to be late, I stayed in my office until the company was empty, then I went downstairs to the reception and he was sitting there. I told him "good evening" he looked at me and realized who I am, he started to apologize but I told him directly that I was thinking about you for the past 3 days, what were you doing before working here? He told me that he worked as a construction worker until they let him go because he's too old. I built up some courage and told him "what were you watching that night?" He got embarrassed so I added "well, there's nothing wrong with being horny, I have a little confession, you got me thinking about you after I saw that body of yours" he was shocked, hell I was shocked from saying that, my heart was pounding hard, we stood there in complete silence for like what it seemed forever, I was about to run away until he smiled, held my hand and said "well I didn't get to see yours, this is not fair" I kept looking at him not believing what I was hearing, so he said "do you wanna go to your office so we can talk" I told him "sure" and we went to my office, he sat on my chair and said "show me what do you have" I was hypnotized so I got naked for him, my dick went immediately hard, he was amused, he stood up and came to me, he put his hands on my ass cheeks and kissed me, I didn't resist; he kept kissing my lips then my neck, he stopped kissing and got undressed, I was right, his dick was huge and black and HUGE, he said "would you mind tasting it?" I didn't say anything, I got on my knees and put my lips on his thick huge cock, he said "just suck it" so I started to suck it, I had problems fitting it into my mouth and was gonna throw up many times, he held my head with both of his hands and pushed his cock deeper, I was truly enjoying it and was moaning loud, I felt his dick is getting bigger in my mouth so I knew that he was about to cum, I felt him shooting his load into my mouth and I was surprised how I liked this strange salty taste, I even swallowed almost every drop. I thought we were done, so I got up to get dressed, he said " wait here" and went to grab some kind of a lube from his car, he said " nobody popped your cherry" I told him no, he got me on my fours and started to lick my butt and my asshole, I was going crazy screaming "please do whatever you want, my body is yours" he stopped licking and said "do you have any kind of STDs?" I said no, he said "me neither" so before I object, he was lubing my ass so I kept my trap shut, he put his shaft 1st and left it there for a minute, it hurts so much but was yummy, every time he pushed his cock deeper he waited for a minute or so, he kept doing that until I almost felt his balls touching my ass cheeks, he pulled out his cock quickly so I screamed from the pain, he lubed his cock again and started fucking me slowly, I was thinking about my wife while I'm getting fucked, he asked me "what are you feeling" I told him " ashamed, I'm thinking about wife, I'm cheating on her" he got quicker fucking me and said " she will be proud when she knows how good of a sex slave you are" this got me hornier and shouted "FUCK ME HARD" it seems that he was waiting for me to say that so he can go beast mode, he was fucking me so hard I felt my tears falling, he kept riding my ass for like 15 minutes, he grabbed my dick and said "cum for me" I magically came in his hand in less than 30 seconds, I felt his warm semen filling my guts, he kept fucking me until his cock slipped out. He left on the ground and said " you were good, if you want more, tell me a day prior and I will take you to my home to make you feel like a real princess, but be prepared to spend the night, I wanna be up on you until the sun rises up" This happened like 12 days ago, I am thinking about telling my wife that I need to go on a business trip this weekend and maybe spend it at his place.
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In work and went to the cruising site on campus, normally no one there... Today three guys one after the other came in fucked me dumped loads in me and one took mine too ;-) best Friday in work yet...
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I was an executive who looked and acted the part, so few if any, knew about my sexuality or that I got off on pozzing someone once in a while. I was in my thirties, clean cut, worked out three times a week at the gym, and had progressed up the corporate ladder from a cubicle to my own office. As I was a total top, and had never done drugs, neither my doctor nor I could readily figure out how I got the bug. Of course my doctor gave me the whole spiel about safe sex so I wouldn't poz anyone else, but I could tell he himself liked to poz guys one occasion, just for the added sexual thrill that enhanced how great his dick felt when he ejaculated into a neg hole and knocked it up with his toxic sperm. I found myself fantasizing about pozzing some of the assholes at the company, but knew there were few if any gay or bi bottoms, or, for that matter, any versatile guys who worked there who wanted to fuck around with me, let alone who wanted to be pozzed. My opportunity came a few months later via a smart-ass punk in the mail room. I first encountered him a couple of months after he had been hired. The punk was a snobby 21 year old who thought he was better than others and was rude to those he thought beneath him including the janitors, maintenance men and other, mostly blue collar workers. I took offence partly because Ron the janitor and Joe, the fat maintenance man, were my friends, not to mention they too were respectively bi and gay. They were about 50 years of age, and both were also poz. Ron had fucked Joe and pozzed him, but Joe was still fat and flabby. They were good pieces of ass and sucked great cock. We discussed the mail boy, and agreed he needed some punishment. He was nice enough to me so I decided I would seduce him and hopefully pump my seed into him on behalf of my buddies. I became friendly with the punk, whose name was Bobby. He initially said he was straight with a fiancée, but a friend of mine mentioned he had seen Bobby on more than one occasion at one or another gay bar, as well as having seen him at Pride Fest. Another acquaintance mentioned he had seen Bobby sucking off a good-sized black man (who looked like a pimp) in an alley. I use the information on Bobby, and finally he admitted to being bi-sexual. I then asked him if he liked older men and he replied "Someone your age is okay, but not ugly old geezers like Ron and Joe." I flattered him with bullshit and then asked him what sex he liked. He freely answered, saying he was versatile and liked to bottom for men larger than himself. I fit the bill, being a full six feet tall and about 200 to his 5' 10" and 170. My dick was just a bit longer than the average six-incher, but thickened just past the head so it felt like an eight or nine-incher in girth to most assholes I fucked. I persuaded him to suck me off during lunch which he did in a stall of an out of the way mens room. He was a surprisingly good cocksucker who readily swallowed my seed, which, of course, I hadn't told him was toxic. Still I knew there was little chance I would poz him if he was only giving me a blow job, but even so I let him suck my cock at least once or twice a week, just for the good feeling of establishing myself as the man and him as the punk. Oh, I guess I also enjoyed using his mouth as a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in. After a few weeks I let it slip that I wouldn't mind fucking his ass, but I added "But only if you're neg." He replied "I guarded my ass well 'cause I don't want to be pozzed." "I always use rubbers when fucking a guy" I commented, but neglected to tell him I was poz, and he didn't ask me as to my status, so I assumed he took that my healthy clean-cut looks to mean I was neg. Anyhow, we made a date and a week later, after work, we met-up. I called a cab and took him to a cheap hourly motel where, once inside the room we hugged and kissed as we had a couple of times before when he sucked me off. We stripped and hugged and kissed some more. I then had him suck my dick to full hardness, leaving it wet with his spit. I produced a condom, opened it and began to put it on while he climbed onto the bed, laying on his stomach. While he was making himself comfortable I slipped off the condom, added a little lube to his spit on my hard dick and mounted him, telling him "I'm going to enter you now. Relax your ass and kind of push out like you're about to take a shit and it'll go in easier with less pain." "Okay," he replied. I lined-up my dick to his hole, adjusted my position and pushed the head in. Of course he flinched a little. I then shoved it in another inch or two so the thicker part of my shaft entered and stretched his anal ring. He flinched and yelped and I held my position while he got used to it. I wanted to have both pleasure for my penis and put pain to the punk, but I didn't want him to scream bloody murder so the whole neighborhood could hear. After a minute, (which seemed much longer), I drove it home right up his ass. He yelped and whined from the pain of my swift penetration. I lay on his back to keep him pinned down, as well as to get him used to my cock, even though I generally prefer to start right in pounding the assholes to rip 'em up inside, but with tighter holes I didn't need to work hard to tear them up, and honestly I was enjoying the sensation of his snug ass wrapped around my weapon. I flexed my dick in him a few times, enjoying his reaction, especially how my dick stretched his already stretched-out hole. I thought about a black friend's nine or ten-inch cock, and found myself initially moving slightly in and out, but gradually lengthening my stroke and speed. I varied my approach, but avoided working myself up to orgasm because I wanted to split his rectal tissues as much as possible, certainly until I figured enough blood was flowing to ensure easy passage of my virus into his bloodstream. I had fucked a neg size queen who hadn't been fucked in a couple of weeks. The queen's hole had been as loose as a woman's vagina, was a lousy fuck and failed to sero-convert. Three months later the queen still tested neg, but I was determined to convert Bobby, who was definitely in pain. After all, he had mentioned he got fucked maybe once a month or less, usually by men with small to average dicks. I pulled almost all of my dick out of Bobby to check it, and in the process saw just a trace of pink so I rammed a series of hip-snaps in order to rip his rectum some more and checked my dick again. It was covered with a better layer of pink so I began piston-thrusting in him, grinning to myself as I pounded away. I felt good. My dick felt good, almost like a piston in a cylinder, as I took pleasure in fucking Bobby. Knowing how he would suffer added to my thrill. Knowing that many younger guys weren't as diligent about taking their meds as we older men are, and thinking of how he'd decline in health and suffer in years to come, mostly from the result of my mighty meat pumping my life-changing virus-filled cum into him. I fucked him faster, taking full strokes, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. I was closing in for the kill, getting ready to fill him with my HIV. The thought excited me more as I fucked him. I got close and then slowed my pace a bit. I had discovered that slowing as I reached orgasm enabled me to shoot more cum for a few more seconds which also felt great not to mention how even better my dick felt ejaculating. I adjusted my pace, got closer and felt my nuts draw up and my cum begin its journey from them through my dick, into his ass and into his bloodstream. My penis erupted in pure pleasure, shooting spurt after spurt into him. I held it still a moment as half a dozen spurts filled him and then resumed thrusting in a series of hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my load up his ass and mash my virus-carrying sperms through the fissures in his anal walls created by my early-on thrusts and into his bloodstream. My dick felt absolutely fantastic flooding him with my potentially deadly disease. I rested on his back, my thick dick still buried balls-deep in his sore ass. I felt good and could feel the naive punk massaging my dick with his ass muscles milking my cum out of my dick into him. I thrust a few times more to further force my virus-laden sperms and semen into his rectal walls and bloodstream. The afterfuck was nice especially because I was doing my best to infect him. I took a nap on his back with the intention of reloading and adding a second load of virus to further make sure I infected him. Over half an hour passed and my dick was till nominally hard so I began with short strokes while thinking of him years later suffering in some hospice or in an alley looking like discarded trash. Soon my dick was rock hard again, but this time I didn't need to work his rectum; I had only to fuck him and enjoy getting my second load of HIV off in his ass. I fucked him for about ten minutes and had a great feeling second orgasm in his wrecked rectum, my penis pulsing with pleasure with each spurt of infected cum I shot off in him. I thrust slowly while shooting and then rammed a series of hip-snaps to finish the job. Again I rested and felt a warm feeling of having enjoyed using him for my pleasure while fucking-up his future which furthered my pleasure. About twenty-five minutes later I pulled my softening dick out. It was coated with a nice pink mixture of cum and blood. Grinning, I told him to get up and suck it clean. He was a bit shocked at seeing my dick but I asked him what the dick of the man who broke his ass cherry looked like. He said it looked similar and finally got on his knees and sucked my dick clean. After he finished sucking my dick clean I told him to kiss it and my balls. He respectfully did. I flirted with the idea of ordering him to swallow my load of piss, but decided I'd cross that bridge in an underground sex club later on. The most important part of the day was that I had a most enjoyable time infecting him by fucking him and getting my virus-laden rocks off in his ass, just to fuck him up. Things went on normally at work although we did notice how he walked due to the pain my thick dick and my good hard thrusts had put to his ass. "Looks like some man had a good time." someone said as a queue of us left the mail room after work a couple of days later. I had to keep from grinning and swelling with manly pride and then had to go to the men's room to relieve my hard on, that began bulging my pants. I would have liked to wait for Bobby to get off so I could at least use his mouth but he was too busy and there were no other bottoms to take care of my needs. I was about to go into a stall and whack off into the john when Ron came in to clean the restroom. Hearing him push his cart through the door I looked over the stall door to make sure it was him and came out showing my hard dick. "Hi Jerry. You do it?" he asked. "Sure did. Did you seen him in the mail room?" "Yeah. He looked like he took a bus up there," Jerry chuckled. We hugged and kissed and then he asked me to slide my meat in his ass. We went into the large handicapped stall where he sucked on my dick. We dropped our pants and he bent-over while I greased up my loggerhead, and positioned myself at his ass. Ron was in good shape, although on the skinny side, but he was always skinny unlike Joe who weighed almost a hundred lbs. more than did Ron. I entered Ron, hilted myself in him and fucked him. He was a good fuck and I relished the opportunity to fuck him, as I knew Ron saw himself as a lowly peon, who was fortunate to be fucked by a high-status. I fucked him for about ten minutes and then blew a good load up his ass. It occurred to me the orgasm was especially good, given that I blew my load into an ass that was the same HIV status as my dick. I fucked him until I stopped cumming, pulled out and let him suck my dick clean. Unlike most assholes he willingly drank my piss before sucking off of my dick, leaving it clean and dry. Then Ron kissed my cock and my balls, we pulled up our pants, hugged but didn't kiss, but thanked each other. Then I left, my needs for the afternoon satiated. Almost a month later Bobby called in sick saying he had a bad flu and that he felt like he'd been beat-up in an alley. Upon hearing about him my dick hardened in my pants. Fortunately I was in my office at the time seated at my desk, so no one could tell I had an erection. During break time I found Joe who was happy to suck me off. He always gave me good head and I enjoyed an excellent orgasm in his mouth thinking of how Bobby was feeling worse than shit. As had Ron, after he swallowed my load, Joe respectfully drank my piss, and kissed my cock and balls before I pulled my pants back up. Bobby returned to work a month later but only because they hadn't yet hired a replacement. He looked beat and when we were alone, he said that he likely had HIV, but that he would wait three months before he was tested. I felt he was fit enough to resume sucking me off a few weeks later and persuaded him to get on his knees and get his lips wrapped around my dick and get busy sucking me off. He worked there a couple more years, was on meds and apparently never realized I had pozzed him. As I predicted to myself, over the next two decades Bobby was a bit careless about his meds and his health deteriorated so he ended up on welfare in a group home. I, on the other hand, had stuck with my regimen, and had taken care of myself, so I was in good health. Over the years I had several promotions and then retired on a nice pension with benefits. I had pozzed a few more neg guys. Each occasion gave my penis perfect pleasure with each spurt of my poz jizz in the guy's negative hole. Some were bug-chasers, some didn't care, and some I stealthed. If I may say so, even at fifty I looked great so the guys were clueless as to my status and many bug-chasers thought I was neg. Ron and Joe were as diligent as I was but Joe did lose some of his weight so he was about 200 when I last fucked him. I was also able to line-up a few bug-chasers for them to knock-up. Watching those two hard working men enjoy the pleasure of fucking and knocking-up young neg and some old neg holes was a turn on. We also joined a team of fellow poz tops to gangbang bug-chasers a few times. -
I serve Dominant Tops regularly, usually daily. It's the biggest part of my life, followed by work, friends, and time to myself. For me, serving Dom Tops is more than a hobby. It's an insatiable, uncontrollable desire. It's all I really want. I wish I could somehow be a cumdump full time, to devote myself to serving men all day. But I need a job to pay for rent, food, clothes, etc. Sometimes my desire to get fucked is so strong that I take off days from work to serve lots of men. Or I'll take long "coffee" breaks to serve men in a nearby stairwell, bathroom, or parking garage. My employer notices my absences, and I've been given warnings. It's hard to serve Dominant men on demand and still have time for other things. Some of my regulars get annoyed when they hear that I am busy at work, with friends, or serving someone else. And I sympathize with them. I agree that they should always be my priority. I'd always rather be serving them, but I also know I need a job and I need friends. There just isn't enough time in the day. How do other submissive bottoms, who serve daily, strike a balance? More pics and videos of me twitter.com/cumcunt
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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.
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We had a little three-way during lunch break in a seldom-used building at the plant. We had eaten lunch before had, or arranged to eat afterwards, in order to free-up the time needed for the fuck session. The three of us were Doug, a swarthy 22 year old man-loving guy, mostly a bottom, with long black shoulder length hair and no facial hair; Philip was a 23 year old sort of husky bug-chaser who sported straight blond collar-length hair and cheeze under his foreskin. He was versatile, screwing the less masculine dudes and bottoming for us masculine men. He had tested negative a week before we got together, and hadn't had sex since he was tested. I am a 25 year old tall, angular Top who wears glasses, sport a full beard and have seven poz, cut inches. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. At the time of this action I had been positive for a few years and had pozzed Doug up his ass a year and a half before. As with other neg holes I pozzed, fucking Doug had given my dick a really first class orgasm, leading me to pump my poz jizz up his AIDS-virgin ass. I had a feeling Phil was in heat for my meat even though he knew I was poz. The session started with Doug sucking Phil off and holding his cheeze and cum in his mouth while Phil sucked my cock to hardness, leaving slick with spit. Doug then wrapped his spit, cum and cheeze-filled mouth around my hard dick and left the mixture on it, and then moved-on to rim Phil, who was bent-over the workbench. Doug and I then spat on Phil's hole and I stepped up to him and slid my slimy dick into his ass, entering him with a single thrust. Phil flinched and yelped as I shoved myself right up his ass. I gripped the asshole's hips and fucked him, pounding him good and, ten minutes later, having a good orgasm in his ass, all the while Doug admired me. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I pumped my virus-laden cum up Phil, who complemented me on the good fuck I put to his ass. I hilted myself and left my dick up him for a couple of minutes, taking short thrusts to both prolong the pleasure my dick was enjoying, and to force my loaded sperms into his anal walls so I passed my virus into him. My dick stayed hard the whole time, and I knew I had added yet another neg asshole to my conquests, converting him as I had converted Doug. After a few harsh full-strokes, I pulled out. Phil had to take a piss, so Doug knelt and Phil put his penis in Doug's mouth, who drank the man's piss, sucked off of his cock and then kissed it. Phil then sucked my dick clean and I urinated in his mouth. Phil drank it all, sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed both my cock and and my sweaty balls. "I love your dick, Jim!" he gushed at me as he hugged me tightly. I wondered how he'd feel about me and my mighty dick when he caught the fuck flu a couple of weeks down the line. Phil then bent-over and Doug kissed his ass but didn't felch it . Our session wrapped up just in time to get back to work. Just about on schedule Phil caught the HIV flu and was sick from work for almost a month. When we heard the news, Doug sucked me off and lovingly kissed my dick. When Phil returned to work the first thing he did when we had privacy was to drop to his knees, open my fly, fish out my dick and lovingly kiss it and my balls. I was shocked as hell but he said he knew he would get infected sooner or later and wanted a masculine, studly man and not some less-than-masculine fella to take his AIDS-cherry and knock him up. Phil was more responsible about taking his meds than Doug, whose health consequently declined over the years. Both still liked me and loved servicing my dick both in their mouths as well as up their asses, and both would knock-up a few more neg holes. Once when we were talking, Phil mentioned to me that when he knew he was pozzing a neg hole, his orgasms felt nearly twice as good as when he fucked an already poz hole.
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My boss was a pompous egocentric prick who initiated a worthless system of unnecessary harsh discipline and penalties for minor "violations" at the plant because he got off on abusing his underlings with his power trips. He was a dandy type of dude in his early forties who had contempt for us blue-collar men. He wore a wedding ring to fool people into thinking he was a straight family man and even had posed photos of his nieces and nephews and a lady friend on his desk. He said they were his wife and kids. Many of us were getting sick of him but with the job market the way it was even in the early 1990s we had little choice. I was a normal masculine 25 year old man with an intact dick. I had caught the bug one night after fucking half a dozen holes and mouths. I was talking to a poz friend I had just fucked and as we discussed our jobs he said he knew of someone who could be my boss and that the asshole was a flaming bottom when he went to a private sex club and wasnt overly cautious about whom he let fuck him, accepting that sooner or later he would get knocked-up. My friend then said he knew a buddy who worked at that sex club and that something could be arranged. He introduced me to his friend Allen and we hit it off good. The next month of planning resulted in me getting a pass to the sex club on the night my boss would be there. I arrived early and my buddy's friend Allen said he had things set up. I was to wait in a cubicle while my boss checked in and settled in his larger private room. The asshole would then be blindfolded(he'd be told it was part of a sex scene), led to a padded sawhorse rig and strapped into place. I was then to go in, let the bitch suck my dick hard and then I would grease-up with just the minimum amount of lube needed and enter him, tear-up his ass while fucking him and pump my AIDS up his fattish ass. I was excited and was glad I could exact revenge on behalf of my fellow workers. As planned the bastard checked in, went to his private room and stripped. Fifteen minutes later Allen came in the room I was waiting in. "He ready?" I asked. "All tied up and ready for plowing stud." he replied and kissed me. We went to the bondage room where the fucker was. "Ok bitch, kiss this cock and suck it." Allen ordered the punk as I put my meat to his mouth. He obligingly kissed my cockhead, opened his mouth and I fed him my cheeze-dog. He sucked it as my foreskin retracted releasing what little smegma I had under it into his mouth as it hardened in his mouth until I had a diamond-cutter and my cheeze was in the mouse's stomach. "You hard stud?" Al asked me. I nodded and pulled out. I stepped to the other end and took the grease Al handed me and smeared on just enough to facilitate entry so I could rip up his insides. I then lined up my shot and lunged. He screamed as I grabbed his hips and forced my dick up his ass. Turned out he was partial to small dicks so my slightly larger than average meat stretched his hole. I hilted myself with a couple of brutal thrusts and flexed my love-muscle inside the asshole who whined and begged until Allen stuffed some dirty socks into his mouth and tied them in. I then fucked that asshole good. I was used to looser holes being that my uncut dick was more sensitive than most cut men but under these circumstances it was a very enjoyable fuck as I managed to pump pleasure into my penis by pumping pain into him. I had as good a grip on his hips as any man could manage on a fat asshole as I made love to him. Knowing how miserable he was and that I would be infecting him with my HIV turned me on more as I pounded his ass. I was getting close, the excitement in my loins rapidly building, my prick feeling the approach to my impending ejaculation. A few more thrusts and my cum erupted from my pleasure-feeling penis and I started to get weak in the knees as Allen and another man supported me as I let my hips take over and pile-drive my dick in that asshole until I was spent. I held tight to the asshole's hips keeping my dick hilted as I spurted the last of my dirty load up him. A minute later I pulled halfway out and thrust again. I felt my dick shoot just a bit more dangerous spunk up the asshole and then thrust a number of times to work my HIV-carrying sperms into his anal walls. A few minutes later I withdrew. Allen and I stepped to the punk's face where he removed the sock gag and ordered him to suck my dick clean. The punk cussed and threatened to bite it so Allen smacked his face, saying next time it would be with his fist. The punk reluctantly sucked it clean as he cried. Allen made him kiss it after finishing sucking it clean. That night was one of my all-time best fucks, my best feeling orgasm, even better than the night I pozzed my friend. I felt vindicated as Allen and I walked with our arms around each others shoulders to the locker room. I got dressed and we hugged and kissed. I checked out and headed to the bus stop. I caught thr bus a few minutes later and rode the five miles to the transfer point. I got off the bus, called Allen at the club from a payphone. He said he would then release the punk. I hung up and waited for my next bus. The boss looked a little pissed the next morning at work and as expected took it out on us. One guy who was fed up spat in his face and quit. One of the girls in the front office also quit. A week and a half later the boss didnt show up at work and was out for a couple of weeks, returning the worse for wear. I told my friend who said, "Good work stud. You successfully knocked his ass up." He was happy and sucked me off, swallowed my cum and kissed my dick. I stayed on just to see how the boss's health declined and found a better job a few months later with better bosses. A number of years later I heard he had to sell his business at a loss and go into a hospice. I made a date with my poz friend and fucked him. He said he liked getting fucked by me to share the joy even though I had pozzed him. Unlike my boss, my friend and I took our meds religiously. My friend and I are now in our mid forties and work in a warehouse less than a mile from our apartment. Our boss at the warehouse is a masculine bisexual who treats his employees decently and fairly.
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I had a weekday off but had a date with Rick the versatile geek in charge of maintenance who worked that day so I put on my cutoff jeans, dark gray wife-beater, cheap dark green rubber flip-flops and took the bus to the plant. I got off the bus a block from the plant, headed up the block, went in a back gate used for shipping and deliveries and into a seldom used auxilliary building in back near the brick shithouse where we scored during breaks. My cheap diver's style watch with its black rubber-plastic band indicated a few minutes before break time. As I entered I saw action in a far corner. Short fat Hank had just fed Rick his cheeze and Rick then sucked the man's uncut dick to hardness. Now laying across the long narrow workbench bolted to the concrete floor, Hank had just began sodomizing him. Rickwas nude,his clothes lay on the workbench next to him along with Hank's work shirt and T-shirt. Hank's pants were down around his ankles with his undershorts inside them. I walked over, admiring the forty-five year old married bisexual chubby as he took his piece of the geek in his early twenties. Little sweat showed on his corpulant semi-hairy manly chub physique as his ass alternately wrinkled and expanded with his thrusts.. "Hi Hank." I said. He looked and returned my greeting and smile without missing a stroke. He fucked a little faster as I unzipped my fly. I was already turned on watching my fellow man score and because I'd be fucking Rick in his cum so my dick was hardening. Just then Patrick the married bi bottom with dark red hair came in. We greeted each other and Pat complemented me on my feet, asking when he could suck my toes. I sat on the bench next to Rick and admired Hank's studmanship while Pat sat on the floor and began sucking my big toes as Hank soldiered on. Hank began pumping his eyebrows behind his black-frame hornrim bifocals as he grinned and then grunted as he stiffened, hilted his dick in the asshole, and pumped his load up him, his thick strong-fingers and thumbs gripping the skinny nerd's hips, his thick dirty guitar-pick nails digging into the flesh, pulling the asshole tight to him so it was buried beneath the man's beer gut, the man's dick buried in the ass, as we men kissed until he was spent. He then thrust a couple of times, pulled out and stood in front of Pat who got up from sucking my toes and knelt before him. I got off the workbench, dropped my pants and took my place behind Rick. I lined-up my shot and shoved my dick right up his ass, hilted it and fucked him while Pat sucked Hank's dick clean, drank his piss and sucked off of his dick leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and his balls. Hank's cum was excellent lube and Rick was still decently tight so I had a good piece of his ass. I draped one arm around Hank's shoulders and held Rick's hip loosely as I made love to him, enjoying how my dick felt up his ass which seemed made for fucking. I liesurely fucked Rick for a few minutes, kissed Hank, grabbed Rick's hips with both hands and began pounding him. The swucking sounds increased a little as I pile-drove my seven inches where Hank's five had been. Hank stood by me with his hand on my shoulders as I made love to the geek who was in hog heaven getting fucked by us two men one right after the other. I was getting close, the thrill and feel of once again using Rick as my cumdump. I fucked him even harder, working up a sweat and breathing hard, finally getting my urge. My pelvis slapped the nerd's ass with each thrust of my three-decade-old dick up his hole. I knew I was slamming his crotch against the edge of the workbench but didnt give a shit. My job was to add my load to Hank's up the asshole and make my dick feel good in him. Rick didnt whine, as I wasnt slamming him too hard. He knew his place vs. us Tops and gladly accepted his role as our recpetacle for our sexual enjoyment. I drilled that hole good, finally reached orgasm and let my hips go, pounding my load up the hole as my knees shook a little as powerful spurts erupted from my dick inside the ass, enjoying how fantastic my dick felt as I pumped my load in him. I hilted myself a moment, then thrust a number of times, none too gentle. I hilted myself again, my nailbitten fingertips digging into his hips pulling him to me as my pubes and his ass hairs became one. I then pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before yanking out. Rick remained in position as Hank and I resumed our man to man affection while Pat knelt and sucked my dick clean. I then emptied my bladder as he drank my golden nectar from my cock still in his mouth. Pat swallowed the last drops and sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry, kissed it and my balls and then turned his attention to felching our loads out of Rick's ass. Hank put his T-shirt and work shirt back on and buttonned it, kissed me and said he had to go, since his work area was a distance from the back of the plant. Pat then sucked on Rick's dick alittle and drank his piss and then licked the masculine versatile geek's cum off the concrete floor. Rick began getting dressed. He had been turned on by getting fucked by us men so it wasnt too surprising he had cum. "Next time I want to suck more than your big toes and clean your dick stud." Pat said as he hugged me. Rick then hugged me and buttonned his shirt and sweater-vest beofre they took off hoping to avoid being caught returning from break late. I double-checked my zipper and left the plant out the back gate I'd come in. I felt good having swapped spit with Hank while we shared Rick's ass and Pat's mouth.Rick had also fucked Patrick as well as felched his loads out of him. Pat was just about all bottom because his wife loved getting fucked so he had to save his loads for her. Pat's ass was decently tight the firsttimes I fucked him but over the years he loosened from the numerous dicks each week.
