Old Jeff's Fucking Adventure

[Tailgunner]

I was a 65 year old, graying balding masculine blue-collar Top. I wore glasses, was just over 6' and about 200, and was still virile and sexually active with a good libido despite my mild erectile dysfunction and being poz for half a decade. Fortunately I was uncut and could still enjoy getting my cock sucked as well as fucking loose assholes to orgasm, not to mention masturbating. I had somehow caught the bug when I was 60 and had been on the drug regimen but my doctor had warned me that even with a decent cell-count I could still pass the bug to someone. I never was anything approaching pornstar looks but my masculinity trumped that of several guys half my age and there were gerontophiles who loved to swing on an old man's uncut cock. Like several other poz men, I had found out that having fun pozzing a neg hole gave me better orgasms.

I had been working at a metal forming plant for a few months and found I had joined a club of gay and bi men ranging in age from 19 to 79. The masculinity of the guys ranged from masculine straight acting and looking Tops like myself to a couple of effeminate flaming bottoms.

Of the several good friends I made there, three would later play a vital part assisting me to pozz a couple of negative assholes.

One friend was Jim, a 6'6" tall lanky angular neg. Top with curly hair who sported dirty nails from his job as a truck and maintenance mechanic. He had a nice cut seven inches that had split a number of assholes enough to bleed with his aggressive thrusting.

My two other close friends at the plant were "big" Hank who was just over 6' and weighed 240. He had a dick like Jim's.

John looked like a larger heftier version of Hank. He was a couple of inches taller than Hank and sported eight and a half ass-busting inches. All three wore glasses, had beards and were cut and neg. They were more or less half my age, Hank the youngest at thirty and Jim the oldest at forty. Like Jim, they both had a few split asses to their credit.

The short fat Hank was a forty-five-year-old neg. bi married Top of five and a half feet tall, 280 lbs. with 5 uncut inches. His wife had no idea he fucked men and got his cock sucked. He wore glasses and had straight blond hair in a conservative cut and grease under his formerly bitten thick guitar-pick nails. He was among half a dozen of us men who had availed ourselves of Wendell's and Gregg's mouths numerous times.

Wendell and Gregg were two parolees on a work program. They had served time and somehow avoided catching the virus after getting turned-out. They were somewhat similar. Gregg was a plain looking guy with olive skin, collar length hair and was about thirty. Wendell was younger, a bit darker, wavy longer hair and shorter. In addition to working at the plant they were earning their keep by sucking cocks but were keeping their assholes to themselves. They seemed Ok but had tried stealing stuff from open unguarded lockers. As a person Wendell wasnt worth the dirt under Jim's fingernails.

Jim, John, Hank and myself were talking during lunch one day during Gregg's final weeks at the plant and I had mentioned that I'd enjoy fucking their asses to orgasm. We decided that we would give each of the two a "going away present", a gift as in gift-giving.

"That means that I'll be giving them the gift, since I'm the poz of us four." I said, grinning and rubbing my dick through my pants while thinking of how good my dick would feel knocking them up and how fucked their lives would be with my virus ravaging them.

"That you will." Jim replied with a hand on my crotch and a kiss to my cheek.

Since Gregg's term was up first we would shag him first, then Wendell a week later.

The two ex cons seemed a bit impervious to the bug, having each sucked me off and swallowed my infected loads their first week at the plant.

We were friendlier to them during their final weeks. I invited Gregg to a little get together at the cheap hourly motel where some of the men and fellas went to fuck and suck. That afternoon Jim was available so he, Gregg and I went to the motel and got a room at the back where most sex took place.

We stripped and Gregg sucked our cocks also relieving me of a few days of cheeze.

I could have cummed in his mouth so I yanked out because that load was for his ass. He sucked Jim to orgasm and swallowed his load. I then lubed up and had Gregg lay on his stomach on the bed. I had trouble getting my dick in so we had Gregg suck Jim's dick and waited for it to get hard again. Once Jim was hard he used minimal lube and mounted and penetrated Gregg who flinched from the tall stud's harsh entry. Jim brutally thrust a number of times, yanked out and had Gregg suck his dick clean, then he shoved his middle finger up his ass and thrust and twisted his wrist as his longish jagged nail cut his rectum up inside. Jim added his index finger and then his ring finger to also help loosen the hole up for my dick which only got semi-hard. He then added his pinkie and twisted his hand some more to further stretch the asshole's sphincter before withdrawing his thick rough fingers. Gregg was in pain from getting his anal ring stretched after half a year since the last time he got fucked and Jim had blood on his fingers. Jim had Gregg suck his fingers clean and then went to wash them with strong soap including cleaning his nails, which he usually did only after fisting or fingering asses.

"If he was looser I'd have fully fisted him." Jim said as he wiggled his thumb.

I then had Gregg suck my dick again and mounted him. My senior citizen dick slid up his torn young ass and I immediately began thrusting enjoying how good my dick felt in the snug neg hole. Gregg took it well, glad that my dick had replaced Jim's big strong callused fingers. I fucked that asshole for about five minutes and had a wonderful feeling orgasm as I pumped my poz seed into the now no longer neg hole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I swelled with pride of studmanship, my ego once again inflated as I thrust more to pump the remainder of my virus into the asshole. I rested on and in Gregg enjoying the afterfuck and thrusting from time to time to grind my seed into the cuts Jim had made in the asshole's anal walls. Man I felt good!

"Good fuck old stud." Jim said and leaned over to kiss me.

I thrust some more, pulled out and had Gregg suck my dick clean. I noticed cum on the bedsheet, most likely from Jim's good fucking and fingering.

Once my dick was clean Jim washed we got dressed and checked out. Gregg joined us at the local fifty/fifty joint for a beer and we went home.

Wendell my second conquest was a week later. This time John and big Hank were available. Again I rented the motel room. We stripped and had Wendell suck on each of our dicks. Wendell wasnt too happy eating my cheeze but I felt good as he licked it from my dick and swallowed it. Like Gregg's ass, he hadnt been fucked in a few months.

Because all three of us men bit our nails to the quick we didnt have the option of cutting up Wendell's rectum as Jim had done with his nails to Gregg's. Instead, Hank started things off by minimally lubing his cut seven inches and forcing it up Wendell who almost screamed as the man shoved his meat right up his now sore hole. Hank thrust slowly and easily to keep the asshole from trying to evade his obligation, then increased his thrusts, snapping his hips and varying his angle of attack to wear out his anal walls and tear him up inside with his powerful thrusts until he was almost ready to cum.

He pulled out and examined his dick. It had alittle blood on it. Wendell sucked it clean while sucking him off and swallowed his load after just a few minutes. He then resumed his place on the bed.

John hopped on and shoved his bigger thicker dick in the hole and further tore him up inside with powerful thrusts as he rammed his dick at various angles to abrade and split the hole more. Wendell was enduring the pain as the big virile smiling handsome John worked his pelvis getting the asshole's system ready to receive my deadly load. He then sensed he was about to cum and yanked out. Wendell seemed relieved as the man dismounted. John's dick had twice as much blood on it as Hank's had. Wendell had trouble taking the whole thing in his mouth even though he had sucked a nine-incher a few times while in prison. He got the stud's dick clean, got him off and swallowed his load.

While he was sucking John off I noticed he had cummed on the bed from getting fucked by my fellow studs.

Wendell sucked my dick to nearly full hardness. I got harder than usual, given the momentous occasion.

Wendell licked his cum off the bed before resuming his position and spreading his legs. I mounted him and entered him. My dick went right in and I began fucking him. I could tell he actually welcomed my smaller dick and less brutal fucking after the work my young powerful partners had done in his ass.

Because my dick had been stimulated by his sucking, not to mention admiring how my fellow studs had manfully pounded him, I was able to bust my nut in just a few short minutes. My dick was stimulated to the max as I pumped powerful spurts of HIV-loaded mature man cum into his ripped-up ass. The pulses of my prick felt among the best I'd experienced since I pozzed my first hole. After letting my turned-on penis shoot my initial volley of infected cum into the hole I thrust some more to pump additional cum up his ass. Knowing what I was doing to him and how he would suffer that nasty flu in a couple of weeks as well as how he would suffer the rest of his life further stimulated my horny penis. I thrust again and sent the remainder of my virus-laden spunk into Wendell. I couldnt help but grin from ear to ear as I raised my head in triumph.

After back-slaps and hi-fives from Hank and John I thrust a few more times before yanking my softening dick out of Wendell and had him suck it clean.

Our work was done and we three Tops hugged each other while Wendell got up. We all got dressed and checked out.

"You must be a good stud to fuck two assholes a week apart." Dave the clerk said as I handed him my room key and took my deposit.

"It's teamwork Dave. I couldnt have done it without the help of my partners." I replied while hugging John and Hank to me.

As with Gregg we went to the bar to wind down and celebrate the pozzing.

Just about on schedule Gregg and then Wendell caught the bug-flu. Gregg said he felt like he had after the beating and brutal rape he suffered in the joint. Wendell said he felt like he had been used for a punching bag by pro boxers. My dick twitched when I heard that. I felt good to have that kind of power in my pants to give a gift that keeps on "giving".

The combination of my three partners' powerful pelvic thrusts driving their big dicks, Jim's handwork and my dick and testicles administering the coup-de-gras had successfully done what the jockers in prison had failed to do.

Jim, John, Hank and I celebrated at the bar but of course minus our conquests who were suffering from the flu. One of my twink friends I had pozzed a few years earlier when he was nineteen sucked me off in the bar mensroom, swallowed my load and kissed my dick and ball sack and sucked my gray pubes before telling me how much he admired me for knocking Wendell and Gregg up.

"I need to rim you again Jeff." the twink gushed after I had put my prick back in my pants.

We made a date and I left the mensroom to rejoin my buddies who'd played a major role in my conquest of the two criminals.

Both Wendell and Gregg slacked on their meds and after a few years they got sickly. During the remainder of their decent health they had each knocked-up a few neg. holes.

Wendell did drugs and died a decade later. Fortunately for me I kept to my regimen and stayed healthy not to mention pozzed another dozen neg guys, my last one a dozen years after conquering Gregg and Wendell. I proved that an old geezer has the power to pozz and that while there's snow on the roof there's still fire-water in the hose.