Man Pays Back an Asshole

[Tailgunner]

I was short, fat forty and balding with old-fashioned horn rimmed glasses. I had been to the doctor for my yearly company physical in 1990 when I got the news a week later that I tested poz. I nearly passed out. Fortunately the doctor had called me in, as he did others diagnosed with this relativly new disease, instead of telling me over the phone or by letter. "How could I have caught it? I wasn't getting fucked, nor was I doing drugs or getting a blood transfusion" I told the doctor. "There are many more ways to catch the bug" he said, then went on to list other ways it could be passed. He reached across his desk and took my hands in his. He then said he had been infected a year before, by a needle prick. He told me about the new drug cocktails and how he was doing good so far. He then gave my thumbs a reassuring rub with his. I was somewhat comforted as his clipped to the quick thumbs caressed my nail-bitten ones.

I was going to give my nails their weekly biting that day when the phone rang, but once I got the call to come in I knew something was wrong after having heard from other employees who had been through the same procedure. I also didn't shave. I simply took a shower, got dressed and went to his office. I asked him about my further sex life and life in general. He told me the dangers of sharing personal hygeine items like toothbrushes, razors, etc. and that even spit and urine can harbor the virus. He then told me about a pool service man who'd caught it, then related a crude joke about "chlorinating the gene pool" which meant being selective about who you bareback-fucked without protection. He then told me that some condoms cause extra wear and tear on the asshole and that it took longer to get off. I asked him about that and he said that on the average an uncut man needed to fuck as long and hard with a condom as a cut man without one. I was cut, like the majority of men these days.

I then thought about my decades-old shit-list and then thought of how many on it may have already been infected by now, given that even years later some of the assholes were of low morals. Just then his effeminate male nurse, the one we had all nicknamed Brucie, swished in, handed a chart to the doctor and left. The doctor thanked him and then told me the nurse had caught the bug before he did and that he had been fucking that pansy for several years. After he was diagnosed he stopped using a condom when he fucked him. He then said I was welcome to fuck him as well. I had wanted to score the poof and add him/her to my conquests when I first saw him/her and decided to take my doctor up on his offer. Not only did the fairy love cocks but had been raped twice.

The doctor let me fuck Bruce with and without a condom. The queen's ass was a good cunt and I did take longer to cum with the condom on. I fucked the queen sans condom for my second load an hour later and indeed get off in less time with less effort. A month after getting over that initial HIV flu I happened to meet some asshole I hadn't seen since junior high school. He turned out to be bisexual and he didn't remember me. I gave him a phony name and after I told him I was strictly a top, we made a date. Two days later saw us in a cheap hourly motel room. The fun started with us hugging and french kissing, then we stripped, and kissed again. He knelt and sucked my dick to hardness. My primary goal was to have fun infecting his ass as well as make my dick and myself feel good through my deadly orgasm and to add him to my conquests.

His mouth was a good cunt as he sucked me hard. I then told him I needed to fuck his ass for my first nut. He kissed my dick and then lay on his stomach while I greased up using a minimal amount, just enough to facilitate entry and to fuck. I wanted to wear out his ass without wearing out my dick. I spat on his asshole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. I shoved it right up it to the hilt. He flinched and whined for me to take it easy. I ignored it and fucked him. His ass was a decent cunt. I could feel the resistance so I knew I was abrading his hole. I varied my stroke and speed both to further stimulate my prick as well as keep him uncomfortable so he had less chance to preserve his hole by adjusting to my stroke and speed. I fucked as long as I could, but knowing what I was doing to that asshole's twat turned me on.

I was breathing hard as I built-up to my orgasm, fucked him faster and then let my hips take-on a mind of their own as the punk whined and bitched about the pain I was enjoying pounding his ass. I gripped his upper arms tighter as I forced his legs apart wider as I pounded his ass good. I then stiffened and hilted myself as I pumped my AIDS up his ass. This was one of my best feeling cums, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I pumped pain, cum and aids into the asshole. I pulled almost out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips to pump more up him. A few more such thrusts and I rested on and in him catching my breath, my dick still feeling great. I ended up nutting in a quick ten minutes. I moved my hips in and out a bit enjoying the friction as my spent dick still felt good in his ass. I grinned knowing my sperms were carrying a deadly load of HIV and AIDS into his rectal walls and into his bloodstream. My dick seemed to start to reharden a bit to that thought. I thrust a few more times, yanked out and got up.

The punk seemed relieved that I finally pulled out of him and stopped hurting him with my mighty weapon. "Man that was a great fuck. I cant remember when my dick last felt that good" I said. The punk didn't really reply, seeming more interested in himself than in having fulfilled his obligation to provide me my sexual enjoyment of using him the way he used his wife. I got out the rim chair that had been stashed in the closet and told him I needed a rimjob. He refused so I told him I'd settle for a blowjob after I reloaded. He agreed and I put the rimchair away. I lay on my back on the bed. I was a bit pissed but then again there were a few good ass-kissers willing to rim my sweaty fat ass.

We shot the shit for almost an hour and he told me about his sex with men. He started out getting sucked off and then fucking some fairy. He then wanted to try being the bottom so he hooked up with a short man with a small dick who broke his ass in as well as let him suck it. He said the man then made him drink his piss and rim him. He could do both but disliked it. His sex over the intervening two decades was mostly oral and mostly with him as the top, but he was willing to service any non-effeminate top who wanted a piece of him. He told me that he was careful enough to prevent his wife from finding out he was queer for us men. I asked him if his kids knew. It turned out his oldest son did and his daughter who was a year younger had her suspicions. The college they attended had a gay club which his son had gone to before graduating. His younger son seemed clueless or didn't care, being that he was carrying a heavy class load at the college. His two other kids lived with their aunt. I asked him if his kids weould ever try gay sex. He said his oldest son had taken part in a gangbang in the college gym showers and that the other boy living with him may someday want to suck a cock. I wasn't interested in sex with them since I didnt know whether or not they were decent people. The idea of his eighteen and a half year old younger son sucking my dick did appeal to me. One of my college buddys was a great human being but his father was a drunken scumbag who raped his wife.

After I reloaded he straddled my thick thighs on all fours and began blowing my cock which also cleaned it off from the shit, cum and lube he'd left on it when I pulled it out of his ass. I was able to stifle a fart until after he finished swallowing my load. It felt really good laying back while he sucked my dirty cock and swallowed my second load of deadly spunk. If he had any cuts in his mouth or bad gums my poison had a second route into his system adding to my chances of infecting him. I held his head to my ripe crotch, his nose buried in my sweaty pubes, and farted. He had little choice but to have to inhale my nasty ass gas as I thrust in his mouth. He fought until I released his head. He yanked his head away and got up. I had wanted to fart in his mouth while he rimmed me to further put him in his place but at least I was able to get it into his face this way.

He was on the rag and failed to appreciate the good fuck I'd put to his sore ass and how I further proved I'm more a man than he ever was or would be by also using his mouth for more pleasure. I wanted to piss in his mouth but I didn't press my luck. I could do that later if I happened to score another piece of him. I simply got dressed and told him he was a good piece of cunt. He was insulted but since I'm bigger, heavier, stronger as well as more a man than him in other ways, he didn't want to risk a fight he knew he'd lose. I didn't see him for months but when I did he said he was trying to shake a nasty bug he had. I didn't suggest he get tested. I didn't get the chance to score that time, but I had done my job - unless someone else beat me to it.

Edited November 29, 2011 by Hotload84

[boywonder]

How dumb. Farting in a guy's face doesn't make you more of a man. I'd expect the guy to not appreciate it--it doesn't mean he's "on the rag."

Edited November 29, 2011 by Hotload84

[subcub]

^ Personally, I think I'd enjoy the humiliation of being farted on.