'Good' Things From Small Packages

[Tailgunner]

I was short at five and a half feet with five cut inches. I began biting my nails and wearing glasses at eighteen, came out a week after my eighteenth birthday and had gained weight after trade school. At forty I was a hefty 260, balding, sporting a mustache and sideburns to the bottoms of my earlobes, my bitten nails, and black-framed hornrim glasses. I somehow got pozzed at thirty-nine. Being a Top there's a limited number of ways it could have happened. My best recollection was some cocksucker raking my dick with his teeth or I made the mistake of letting someone with long nails jack me off in a mutual masturbation and orgy party when we were both drunk and he cut my penis, followed by me taking my turn after some poz guys in the bottom we were all fucking.

My dick was on the small side and cut. I had fucked broads in my early sex life but their cunts were too loose for me to get traction I needed to get off. I had my first good blowjob from a gay guy which beat the crappy ones the broads gave me. I then fucked his ass. He was tighter and with lots of good hard fast fucking, sweating and breathing hard I got my rocks off in him. I tried reciprocating but I couldnt bring myself to suck a cock without wanting to vomit and getting fucked was too much a pain in the ass. Fortunately I had no effeminacy so I was a good Top which I always enjoyed being.

I found that a virgin asshole was perfect for my small cut dick. I knew it was as painful to the asshole who gave up his ass cherry to me as it was enjoyable for me to fuck him. That actually didnt bother me at all, as a matter of fact knowing how much pain my thrusts caused an asshole added to my sexual pleasure.

I knew I wouldnt be popular with the slender twinks and the "clones" or the guys who prefered them but fortunately some preferred masculinity over prettiness and as I gained weight the chubby-chasers started showing interest.

Over the next couple of decades I fucked several hundred asses as well as had an 80% success at cumming from getting sucked off or face-fucking the cocksuckers. I could fuck a mouth good without worrying about breaking a cocksucker's nose because we fat guys have a padded pubic mound over our pubic bones unlike the average weight and skinny studs who were great at fucking ass.

I went through a number of guys who had been freshly broken-in. I would break a cherry or take up with one who was recently broken and fuck him for a while until bigger dicks stretched them out, then I'd be jacking off or using one of three good cocksuckers I knew until the next tight piece of ass came along.

Some of those cherries really felt the pain of getting broken but I enjoyed putting that pain to them proving my manliness conquering them and getting my rocks off in them, how great my dick felt. I liked fucking all kinds of guys ranging from men to fem queens. The virgin queens were few and far between because many of them got broken as soon as they reached legal age and some wouldnt even wait til then. The good part is that most fems and queens were very experienced cocksuckers so they sucked better on the average than the versatile men. On the other hand the masculine versatiles had tighter asses because unlike the queens and total bottoms they didnt get fucked as much. The ideal was to fuck recently broken men and get sucked by queens in their thirties or forties.

My big orgasms came a year after my pozzing. I had limited my sex to oral, either cocksuckers who were poz or ones who werent afraid of getting pozzed via their mouth. As for condoms I never was able to cum when wearing one.

I finally had a really good orgasm. The asshole who provided it was Wendell an effeminate fella who wanted to give up his ass cherry while also taking his chances of getting pozzed. We were a contrast in looks.

Me the short fat glasses-wearing bearded nailbiting semi-geekish-looking man beginning to bald, a small but hard HIV-shooting dick that seemed made for busting through tight virgin sphincters and a libido that matched most eighteen year olds.

Wendell was tall at almost 6', slender at under 160, long nails, long hair, no facial hair, little body hair and what some described as an ineffectual dick which was actually no shorter than mine but was thinner and while he had fucked and been sucked he really enjoyed sucking cock better and wanted to get fucked. A man with an average six-incher had tried to fuck him but couldnt get in and the poof screamed in pain.

Wendell had doubts that a short fat balding somewhat nerdy man of forty could break his cherry or poz him but he was willing to put out to me due to my superior masculinity and my desire to add him to my conquests. He had sucked me off a couple of times and respected me by swallowing my loads. He hadnt gotten to where he would drink a man's piss yet.

The date took place in a sex club. the bed was a mattress on the floor.

After we stripped and Wendell sucked my dick hard he placed a pillow under his crotch and lay on his stomach with his legs spread wide. I applied liberal grease to my meat and mounted him. One of the attendants helped guide my dick to its target. I myself was kind of vibrating like the time I fucked my first piece of ass and when popped my first cherry and when I fucked a neg guy after being diagnosed.

I let my weight begin to drive my dick into his ass. He began to whimper and then screamed as my dick busted through his sphincters. I hilted myself in one swift move and lay my wight on his back to keep him from weaseling out from under me as he struggled and begged me to pull out which was the last thing on my mind as I enjoyed the hot tight snugness of his ass around my dick which was in heaven in his tight neg virgin hole. I could feel his asshole stimulate my dick as it undulated in his futile effort to expel my invading fuck muscle. I had made first base which was penetrating him and hilting myself,

I flexed my love muscle in him and could sense that he felt it expand a fraction of an inch straining his hole even more. I couldnt help but grin wide and pump my eyebrows up and down behind my glasses a few times, my dick felt so good in there and I felt good conquering him, asserting my masculinity in the less than masculine twink.

I began fucking him as he screamed anew with each stroke of my meat in him. Knowing how much pain my prick was putting to him only served to turn me on more, not to mention that ultimate thrill I would get when I ejaculated inside him.

I slowly increased my tempo and stroke as he seemed to get used to getting fucked.

"Man I sure feel good!" I grunted as I fucked him while he sobbed.

I enjoyed my feeling of my masculine power in my loins as I fucked him.

The attendants and friends helping hold him down seemed to sense he was giving up his struggles to escape his fate, most likely from fatigue.

Fucking him into submission and wearing his hole out was second base for me.

I fucked him good, sawing away in his sore hole enjoying knowing what my small but mighty meat was doing inside him with each thrust of my hips splitting and tearing his anal walls creating fissures for my cum to deliver its deadly load. I grinned knowing that a short fat semi-nerd like me could prove himself more of a man than the pretty-boy fella I was fucking and infect him with my dirty HIV just as effectively as a huge football star bear with a big ten-inch could.

I fucked him with gay abandon as his screams diminished and turned to sobs. My fat began shaking and rippling as I fucked him with gay abandon, enjoying how great I felt with the needed snugness my dick liked and my feeling of my masculine power as I closed in for the kill. I was excited, breathing heavily, as the team admired my studmanship as I pumped pain and infected precum up the asshole who was now resigned to his fate.

Walter, a large angular attendant with glasses and bitten nails similar to mine who was holding one of Wendell's legs, said, "She's bleeding."

"Good." I replied and began fucking harder.

I had accomplished my third base segment, tearing his ass up inside enough to make it bleed in there.

"Go for it stud!" another guy said as I began pounding the asshole into the mattress, my fat shaking and rippling with each hard thrust as I pile-drove my dick in the asshole.

I piston-thrust in him as my pelvis slammed him into the mattress with each pelvic thrust, alternating with shorter but quicker jack-hammering thrusts with my pelvis slapping his ass with each thrust. I was getting mighty close, my dick excited, exciting me because I kenw I was going to get that great feeling of the male orgasm when I pump my AIDS-infected cum into his bowels and my sperms would carry their nasty viral load into his system and fill him with deadly toxins.

I could almost count my thrusts in a countdown to by blasting my load into Wendell. I was sweating and breathing hard as I drilled his ass. I felt good, my male ego building with each brutal thrust as I fucked toward my conquest, sprinting to a home-run/touchdown.

I felt my dick beginning to swell as I reached my point of no return and slammed it home a few times as my spunk shot out of my small but mighty dick into the punk who seemed to spasm as I stiffened and enjoyed what was one of my all time best feeling orgasms ejaculating in the virgin pain-filled asshole who shook with sobs and dry tears as I thoroughly enjoyed myself pumping disease and future hardship into him.

After hilting myself as my initial volley of over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts flooded his asshole with my germ sperm I began slamming my meat home with a manly heroic fat-shaking series of brutal hip-snaps to finish my mission of pumping my dirty load into the tight pleasure-giving virgin asshole.

I raised my head in triumph and pumped my eyebrows in time with my thrusts as I finished thrusting and accepted a series of hi-fives and heaps of praise for a job well done.

My dick felt extremely good shooting my dirty infected load into the asshole. It's almost impossible to convey how great my dick felt enjoying my male orgasm conquering some asshole in need of conquering.

I was tired but didnt feel it at all, just the warm joy of having done what bigger men couldnt do and doing it just about perfectly and getting praise heaped upon me for doing what I enjoy doing, a job well done.

I thrust a few more times and yanked out. A couple of men helped me up and I put my foot on Wendell's back as he lay and a man held up my right hand like the referee holding up the winner's hand in a boxing match after knocking out my opponent. Back-slaps and congratulations filled the room, followed by hugs from all as well as the kisses from my fellow poz brothers.

"Suck his dick clean and kiss it Wendell." another man said.

Wendell failed to obey, instead he curled into a fetal position when I removed my foot from his back. A bit of pink-tinged cum leaked out of his ass.

"You did it!"

"A job well done!"

"You're a man among men!"

"My mouth and ass are yours for the taking any time you want em."

and other accolades filled my ears, followed by a round of "For he's a jolly good fellow which nobody can deny!".

A slightly built fella with long blond hair and no facial hair dropped to his knees, saying, "If that bitch wont be greatful enough to suck your dick clean after his wanting to lose his cherries I'll be glad to do it!"

He sucked my dirty dick into his mouth and sucked it clean while hugging my waist and humming in delight, caressing my lower back. Another bottom buried his face in my sweaty crack and kissed my ass. A fellow poz Top hugged me tight and stuck his tongue deep into my throat while I did the same with my tongue into his throat.

"You're not going anywhere Wendell!" Someone said when Wendell said he had to take a shit.

"No asshole shits out my cum." I added after my kissing buddy and I came up for air.

Wendell cried and cursed while someone said that after another dozen fucks he would be craving dicks up his ass.. Some more blood-tinged leaked out of his ass but enough of my virus was already doing its job making its way into his system via the rips and tears I made with my penile thrusts in his anus.

Another guy asked me if I needed to take a piss because he wanted to drink it from my mighty dick that had pumped my deadly load into Wendell. I gladly used his mouth as he wrapped his lips around my shaft. I felt good. Once I had drained my bladder he sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my sweaty balls.

"This is what you should have done Wendell." the pee-drinker told him after kissing my ripe sweaty crotch.

I could tell Wendell was pissed at all the hero-worship I was receiving while he was considered a piece of trash cunt loser. I kind of cared because he had more or less fulfilled his obligation to me, gave me a good opportunity to prove how manly I am, made me and my dick feel excellent and made the party possible.

We had a beer each and someone rimmed me. A few guys paired off to relieve their tensions from getting turned on by watching me take my piece of Wendell's ass.

A couple of hours later Wendell was feeling a bit better, some of the pain I enjoyed pumping up his ass subsiding. He asked if he could go now.

Paul, a compact husky bear, said he could go now.

At least Wendell was respectful enough to finally thank me for breaking his anal cherry and even apologized for not sucking my dick clean.

We headed to the showers and gave a bottom in the watersports end a golden shower, showered and headed to the locker room to get dressed.

"Next month he should have had his flu and got tested. If he's poz you're a hero." A guy said as we headed to the front desk to turn in our locker keys and check out.

Another guy draped his arm around my shoulders, kissed me and said he had done a couple of similar thrill-joy fucks and had really fine great-feeling orgasms shooting his AIDS into the assholes he fucked.

I thought about my conquest of Wendell the first few days before it faded from my mind for a couple of weeks. I then pondered if he had caught the bug yet, noting that I had caught it about three weeks after getting pozzed.

Almost a month later we found out that he had indeed caught it and tested poz. We went to a jeans-and-leather bar to hoist a few although Wendell didnt join us.

As I stood there most of the guys in our group including a couple poz Tops lined up to kneel and kiss my dick and balls.

Wendell went on meds but wasnt as diligent as I was and his health eventually degraded over the years. I myself lost weight but was able to keep from becoming emaciated like the ones who skipped their meds. Wendell was able to pozz a number of negs but after those first few years he couldnt get it up nor shoot anymore. I found out he had been raped a week after I pozzed him. Someone said he was gangraped but that was never confirmed.

I myself must have pozzed almost twenty negs including breaking some anal cherries, many of them giving my dick the immense pleasure of cumming shooting my deadly load into their aids-virgin assholes. The pleasure of proving my manhood by fucking someone or getting sucked off was amplified by the excitement and joy of converting someone by making myself feel good by fucking them and pumping my diseased cum into them to make them poz and sick. Another notch on my fuckin' iron.

[FatFuckPigMA]

Some of my hottest times have been with very average and chubby guys with average to small dicks but exceptionally dirty minds. And I've also been with a few Adonises who were complete loxes in bed.

There was this black body builder guy I used to suck off at Boston's Art Ceinema. Muscles, big dick, could cum a few times, and surprisingly sweet demeanor for a porn theater trick. I once made the tactical error of bringing him home and all he did was look at my porn magazines while I did him and comment how built and cut the models were. He might as well been shopping from the Sears catalog.