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In high school, did you ever hear about a guy who had sucked someone's cock and approached him to suck yours?
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I was a service man installing, maintaining and repairing commercial HVAC equipment but my boss asked me to do a shopping mall Santa gig for a few Decembers because I was fat, even though I had been poz for half a dozen years thanks to a tough regimen of diet and drug cocktails. At fifty I was still in good shape and could still enjoy sex which was perfect because I'm a Top, even now, at the age of 71, I like to get sucked off and fuck any ass my dick could get hard enough to enter. I didnt fuck too well with condoms so I seldom used them. I fucked poz guys and occasionally had the delight of pumping my pozz jizz up an HIV-virgin ass which gave my dick double the orgasm great feeling of fucking a poz guy or some of the fucks before I tested poz. My doctor had told me that even on my regimen of meds I needed to use condoms because I would still infect bottoms up their asses. I was average height and weighed around 275. I looked like most other masculine blue collar working men my age. Few knew that was gay and fewer knew that I'd just as soon fuck a guy or have him blow me as look at him. My nearly seven-inch cut dick had made many bottoms and versatiles happy. Some had cummed just from getting fucked by me. One December I was paired with a cute little twenty-one-year-old guy with collar-length blond hair named Roger. He looked and acted like any other young adult but as the first couple of nights passed I figured out he was as gay as I am but mostly a bottom. By the time we got to the locker room each night after shutting down the throne area the mall was closed so only employees were there closing up shop for the night, finishing the day's paperwork, cleaning up, etc. Only the janitors and night security guards made an occasional visit to the locker room and the ones that winter were gay or bi. "You like chubbys?" I asked him on the third night as we shucked our outfits in the employees mens locker room when I caught him admiring me. "I'm a 'chaser!" he gushed. "You can suck my cock if you like." I replied as I turned to face him. Being the fairy in heat he was he dropped to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, his head beneath my beer gut. He gave my cut meat excellent head while humming in delight, swallowed my load, sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. My dick felt good in his mouth and he said I shot a nice load which he enjoyed swallowing. I knew I needed to poz his ass if he hadnt been pozzed yet. That night near morning my morning piss hardon throbbed so I had to masturbate to get it to soften enough to take a piss. I had dreamed I was ready to knock off a piece of Roger and was just entering him to give him a golden enema when I awoke. The gig was for three weeks so I decided to save his ass for sometime during the last week so he wouldnt get the "AIDS flu" before it ended. The last week finally came. I had been letting him suck my cock and orally service my feet every two or three days and had squatted on his face to let him rim me a couple of times. "We're going to a motel for the anal." I told him, because anal is more involved and harder to stop and get in order should anyone walk into the locker room. I was horny as hell and was thinking of the extacy of fucking Roger and infecting him with my poz sperms and how utterly fantastic my dick would feel when I shot them off inside him. We drove to the cheap hourly motel that also catered to whores and johns, parked and got a room. Once the door was locked behind us I started with us stripping. We had already seen each other nude so there wasnt any need to explore or do any other pre-foreplay. He sucked my semi-hard dick to full hardness and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Put a pillow under your crotch, need to raise your ass alittle." I ordered him. He obeyed and spread his legs while I finished greasing-up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a little. "You keep your hole nice and tight. I like that." I told him after hilting myself in his snug warm hole. I fucked him good, varying my tempo and stroke. I wanted to wear his hole out and rough it up inside good so my HIV would enter his bloodstream easier and quicker. I sometimes fucked slowly, sometimes slammed it with fat-shaking snaps of my hips which also put some pain to him. Had he been a virgin he'd have been beside himself in pain and I'd be doing my best to hold him in place under me so I could get the piece of his ass he owed me. As it was, his virginity was lost history and he liked taking a good fucking. After ten minutes or so I was satisfied I'd tore him up inside enough to facilitate passage of my virus into his system. Four years before I'd fucked one neg hole taking it easy and later found out I failed to knock that asshole up. Since then I either rammed a finger up the bottoms' asses to cut their rectums with a fingernail or worked my dick at various angles and thrusts while the lube dried up in their holes to get them ready to take my virus. I pulled my dick almost all the way out to check for blood on it. There was some so I was satisfied I'd pozz him. I slammed it home and piston-thrust-fucked him to orgasm. My dick was in seventh heaven when I blasted my dangerous virus-laden cum deep into him. I was beside myself in rapture and how absolutely great my dick felt with each spurt of my charged cum in his torn rectum. Thinking of how he would feel within the next month added to my sense of conquest and orgasmic enjoyment as I thrust again and again to pump every last disease-carrying sperm cell into that punk. I liked the respect and friendliness Roger showed me but I also loved how great my dick felt infecting him with my poison cum, that I was the stud who would change his life forever by taking my pleasure in him because he was foolish and neglectful enough to think I was neg and not bother to ask my status. I kept thrusting to grind my HIV-laden sperm cells through his rectal walls into his bloodstream, partly because my dick still felt great with each thrust as well as how great I felt infecting him by enjoying fucking him. A few minutes later I rested on his back, my dick still mostly hard inside his ass, occasionally thrusting in it. I decided I'd reload and fuck him again. I used to reload in half an hour when I was Roger's age but at fifty it took just over an hour to reload and come again. Roger was able to take my weight on his back for the entire hour. I took a short nap of maybe half an hour after we shot the shit and traded first time stories and then talked again when I woke up. The hour passed and my dick was still just hard enough to remain in his ass. I began taking very short strokes to re-harden it and slowly increased my stroke until I was fully hard. I then fucked him, mainly varying my stroke and tempo in order to nut since I usually take longer to bust a second nut. I got my urge after about fifteen to twenty minutes of fucking, fucked him into the bed, slowed alittle and pumped a nice feeling second orgasm of infected semen into him. My second orgasm felt just about as great as my first one. As before, I thrust until I was spent and rested again. I could tell Roger was uncomfortable after nearly two hours under my meaty weight. I pulled out of him, dismounted, stood beside the bed and waited for him to get his fucked ass up and suck my dick clean. He got up and seemed to feel in pain, partly from being under me but also in his ass. I smiled to myself as he knelt and took my spent weapon in his mouth and sucked on it for awhile. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry, as several men he had serviced had taught him to do. He kissed it and my balls like they were his lover on a date and stood up. "Merry Christmas Roger. Hope you enjoy the gift." I said joyfully. He thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a piss and I could see very little cum with just a tinge of blood leaking out of his hole. I wanted to also give him a drink of warm beer on tap or give his face a golden shower but he wasnt into that. I started getting dressed and he began getting dressed after pissing. I told him he was a good piece of ass I enjoyed fucking but didnt mention how much I enjoyed pumping my HIV into him. He told me how great getting fucked by me was and that he wished he knew more masculine older fat men. The rest of that last week saw me taking him to the motel two more times to enjoy fucking him some more. The gig then ended with us hugging nude in the locker room showers, him blowing me in the shower, us hugging again, getting dressed, hugging and going home, him to his place where he still lived with his parents and me to my apartment. We did keep in touch mainly because he had his regular job in a store in town. One day after work when I made a weekly stop to pick up something for a couple of bucks I saw he wasnt there. I asked about him and another clerk said he was sick with a bad flu. I told the clerk to wish him well as I took my change and receipt. I stopped in successive weeks and saw him a month and a half later. He looked tired and not too happy. I asked him if he saw a doctor. He said he did, was tested and how he cried when the doctor said he had the HIV. My dick sprang to attention in my work pants which were fortunately loose enough to hide it. I wished him the best of luck with his new regimen but never told him I was the stud who'd knocked him up. Once I got home I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and masturbated my rock-hard weapon, shooting a load of poz cum into the bathroom sink. I then got a beer out of the fridge and celebrated another penis-pleasing conquest. A couple of my poz buddies who were around my age and I usually went to a bar once a week to discuss sex and if any of us pozzed someone during the week. One of them had also pozzed someone so we three toasted our success. Tom said his orgasm in a forty year old felt "mighty fine" and that his dick got hard when he found out he'd infected the guy. Tony, a versatile I had pozzed a few years before, sucked Tom and me off and kissed our cocks and balls to reward us for jobs well done.
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1. Suprises His name was Tommy, he had lived next door for the past 10 years or so, he was just about 7 or 8 when his parents moved in. I was now in my early thirties and had been the proud owner of a mid-century ranch style home since my second year in college. Now I’m not from a affluent background, but due to being in the right place at the right time, I have been able to make a decent living from being a software engineer. I got the chance during my sophomore year at college when a Professor saw the creative juices in me and a knack for programing. He invited me to work on a project he was putting together, and one thing lead to another. Over the years Jake and Emma, Tommy’s parents and I became close they even left me to watch tommy when they would go on vacation or away for business trips, I could tell Tommy had grown a attachment to me as he grew up inviting me to his athletic games to watch with his parents, which wasn’t difficult since I mostly worked from home. Now Tommy was easy on the eyes, and I enjoyed playing “uncle” to him, athletic, and even tempered, he was fun to be around, even during his moody teen years he remained easy to talk to and pleasant to be around. As he was approaching his 18th birthday he stood 6’3 at maybe 155 pounds, sporting dish blonde hair and radiant green eyes, in a way his physique was intimidating as he was stronger than he appeared, he had played soccer, and baseball in his early years and football in high school. Being the quarterback his senior year he could have any girl or guy for that matter he wanted, but he seemed asexual and didn’t really show any emotional interest in any one person of his peers, not that he wasn’t social, just never committed to anyone. As Tommy’s birthday was coming up Jake approached me and asked if I would help plan his party, also if they could use my backyard as it was nicely landscaped, and I had a pool. Of course, I agreed to host Tommy and his friend’s in my yard, for I had for years had hosted many parties, most of which I hoped Jake and Emma were unaware of, since they were a lot of time clothing optional, and for the most part all male, the secret side of me or so I thought. Now the way my lot was situated I had privacy and seclusion in my back yard, and although I claim them as my neighbors their home was at a 60 degree angle to my house, my yard not visible from theirs, although I had a direct view into theirs, were over the years I was able to observe Tommy playing and practicing his sports. Jake and I put together a list of party activities as well as a good-sized guest list so that every aspect of Tommy’s life was covered inviting his friends and acquaintances from school and his social activities, most of his football and baseball teams were invited along with many from the clubs he was involved with. The time for his party was rapidly approaching and we tied up loose ends and I locked off sensitive areas of my home to avoid prying eyes, thus avoiding too many questions to my extra activities. Tommy showed up wearing a grey polo shirt and shorts, a towel and swim trunks slung over his shoulder. Upon entering it suddenly struck me that the cute little boy next door had indeed grown up into a sexy young man, if he wasn’t so familiar to me, he was definitely the type I might hit on in a bar or cruising area. Tommy had a confidence almost cocky swagger to him, and he held himself well and mingled well throughout the night, occasionally I’d catch him glancing in my direction and a big smile would spread across his face, our eyes connecting often. By the end of the night I was falling for my sexy neighbor, but he was off limits, I was too close to the family The day after the Party Emma came over to help clean up, along with Tommy, who managed to be only wearing his swim trunks and a oversized tee, I noticed he was lightly tanned and moving suggestively when he knew I was within viewing range, his mom was oblivious to his flirting with me and we soon had my yard looking great, hard to tell there was ever a event there. Emma excused herself commenting she had to get home to feed Jake lunch, Tommy hanging back saying he wanted to do some swimming, if he could, looking at me with puppy dog eyes, pouting his lip till I said it was ok, his face lit up and that smile from the previous night returned. I felt uneasy as he for the first time was suddenly interested in me a guy just 15 years older than him. Not that I had never had my share of barely legal twinks it’s just this one I knew so well, and I had no idea he ever swung that way. Tommy swam a couple laps then pulled himself out of the water, taking a chaise along side the pool, his white swim trunks doing little to hide his lithe form beneath and his manhood proudly on display by the translucent material. I turned and entered the house my jock starting to bulge as my cock expanded, having on just a flimsy pair of basket ball shorts was not ready for tommy to see me aroused, I went to the kitchen and pulled out the pitcher of lemonade, and two glasses, filled the glasses and then placed them on a tray and carried them out to the patio. Setting the tray down on the side table, offered Tommy a drink, I sat on the chaise lounge next to Tommy and we sipped out lemonade in silence for a brief period, I could feel the awkwardness between us for a moment then broke the ice asking him about his summer plans, if he had heard back from any colleges, and if so had he decide which one he would attend. We chatted for about an hour mostly about Tommy, small talk not really addressing the subject of the electricity which seemed to suddenly be engulfing our neighborly relationship. Tommy suddenly went quiet then out of the blue “Matt, when did you realize you enjoyed the company of men over women?” My sexuality generally was not a subject that was discussed between my neighbors and I, I figured Tommy’s parents knew I was gay, but it wasn’t a big deal for them and didn’t make an issue of it. “Umm, Tommy I discovered when I was a teen that girls didn’t do it for me, I was a nerd and really not all that social, so it didn’t really make a difference in my life till I began college” “Oh, was just curious, I think I rather enjoy guys over girls myself, though not really into my own age range” The boy had pretty much just come out to me and let me know he had a daddy fetish, I was a little conflicted, I had played with my share of twinks and hot young guys , But Tommy was different, he was like the nephew I had watched grow up, I had a connection beyond business and sex Tommy Sensing my discomfort immediately change the subject to his upcoming baseball games, indicating the coach and assistant coach wanted to try him out at pitcher, although he shyly suggested he preferred catcher. Over the past couple of seasons the coach has shifted Tommy to various positions trying him at each base and most of the outfield positions, during the fall when Tommy played football he had played tight end, wide receiver, and finally quarterback. It dawned on me that sports have many terms which have some double entrées in the gay vocabulary. He asked if I was coming to his upcoming home games to see him play, I was all too happy to say yes I’d try to make the games if they didn’t interfere with my work schedule. We laid there sipping lemonade for a while longer when Tommy stood up and dived into the pool, beckoning me to join him in a few laps, I hopped in and swam a couple laps when Tommy came up behind me and turned me around in the water, placing his lips on mine he passionately kissed me, I instinctively kissed him back, rubbing his pecs and shoulders, we locked lips for what seemed an eternity but was maybe 3 minutes, tongues battling for supremacy. Tommy broke the kiss finally then exited the pool, leaving me standing in the shallow end conflicted. He picked up his towel dried off his hair and torso, wrapped it around his sexy waist and sauntered out the gate “See ya later Matt, have some homework I need to finish for school tomorrow” My conflict was I had a raging boner for the kid, who under other circumstances I would have progressed into a torrid night of sex, and as was evident before he wrapped his towel around himself the boy had a hard pole tenting his translucent swim shorts. I got out of the pool and dried off then went in to prepare dinner.
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