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Interesting. I'm new-ish to cumdump events. I've held eight of them so far, all out in NJ. Lowest was 11 loads, highest was 25. The're getting better over time as I refine the system I'm using to hold and promote them. Sorry this one didn't work out for you. You identified one principle that I've been learning. --> Personal satisfaction after the even t= a balance between numbers (maximizing tops and loads) and enjoyment of the experience. Sounds like you didn't get much of either. I've been doing fairly well. Hope your new events and hookups are more rewarding to you.

I hear you. I ride my bike up the Greenway often and sigh as I ride by Keller Bar and Hotel which is now some swanky building. In wish we could bring back places liked the Christopher Street Bookstore, but that really isn't in the cards. At least we have our memories.

To be fair (tobefair, ToBeFair, TOBEFAIR), bud. Bad gas travels fast in a small town, and a fella oughta be aware of that.

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/pump-all-that-cum-inside-10100940?utm_source=ext_shared&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=link Love how he pushes his load inside!

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/pulsating-breedings-cumpil-11576349?utm_source=ext_shared&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=link This is so hot, def will get yer ass twitching for cock!

I wish I could have gone

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cute-twink-roughly-fucked-with-spitting-and-ending-inside-patr-2-xhwMVfF?utm_source=ext_shared&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=link Love this top, he delivered two good load in my ass, he wore that man pussy out!

Dan has done well to avoid taking more loads and saving himself for Rick. I detected a hint of jealousy as Rick fucked a poz load into Chris, so yeah, it’s going to be fun to see how filthy and desperate Dan becomes by the weekend, and if he remains feral for all cock after Rick has pozzed his boi and makes sure he experiences everything, including things he doesn’t even yet know about!

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ACTUALLY HEADED OVER TO "FAIR THEATER" HEARD "Blue Door" Slow during the week. So change of venue.

My vanilla husband was away and I had a long weekend solo. I decided to be a cumdump all weekend, and even arranged a no loads refused session. Sadly that was a little disappointing so I decided to end the weekend by going to a monthly WS party. That more than made up for it. The party was great. I got fucked a few times I had one guy who wanted to fist me in the sling. It really get fisted, but he got as close as anybody does and it actually felt really good with his four fingers. I did get a lot of piss, which is why I was really there. One of the highlights was that another top master who had wanted to fist me while he saw my hole being played with and asked me what I was looking for there. I told him I wanted to get fucked while people pissed on me. I came there wearing my tights Whiteys, hoping to get them soaked in yellow. I did encounter a shaved head, bearded, very hot guy who also identified as a tightly Whiteys fag. He talked dirty to me for a while about being a faggot. I guess the master guy was his master who ordered him to fuck me on the bed and piss up my ass. So he yanked my soaked briefs down, shoved me face down on one of the beds, and rammed my ass. The master had a bunch of guys piss on my head and gave weird I got fucked. The master said he could come or piss in me, but should do both. I don’t think he came, but he definitely pissed a lot. When it was done, he had me clenched tight while he pulled out so I didn’t leak any. Then he had me let it all go in his mouth. I spent more time sitting in the tub next to another hot hairy guy who was getting pissed on. We made out while guys pissed on us and both drank a lot. I also sucked his cock while getting pissed on. At least a dozen guys pissed on us while I was in there. The last thing of note was another guy was laying down and had me ride his cock while he got fisted. The guy fisting him kept saying, "yeah fuck that pussy while I fist you." Piss in that pussy. And he did ... a lot.

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If that's your fantasy, go for it. I suspect you won't have much luck with that approach. If you know of former high school classmates who are gay/bi you could reach out to them and that would have better odds. Yes, maybe you can find a straight classmate to top you but you would likely churn through a lot of people to maybe find one that would. There isn't anyone I went to high school with who would interest me in that way - especially the few I would have been interested in playing with back then knowing what they look like now haha. Except - there is one who I hung out with quite a bit for 6 months or so. Nice personality and really cute/sexy and we enjoyed each other's company. At that time in my life I thought or at least was intent on being straight (and he likely was in the same boat) so nothing happened. Then we drifted apart after we graduated. Only many years later it dawned on me he was likely into guys but he passed away at a young age so no chance there. He still looked good in the later pics I saw of him (with what looked to be a BF).

Honestly, not great. Way too many no-shows, from here and other sites. That includes a lot of "I'm on my way now" no-shows. I got some good dick, but not worth my effort to organize this. I'm not doing it again. As an addendum, I went to a WS party on Sunday night and had a great time. One of the highlights was being pushed face down on one of the beds, getting pissfucked, while other guys pissed on my head and into my face. Overall, I got a lot more action there so over decided to ignore the apps and focus more on existing in person parties.

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A good start.

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Dear Poz Master, I drop to my worthless knees in total reverence and write this open letter with my pathetic neg hole still leaking your toxic seed, thanking you from the depths of my depraved faggot soul for the supreme honor of being brutally poz-raped by your godlike cock. Every vicious thrust you slammed into me was pure ecstasy for you and pure agony for this useless, piss-and-cum-stained beta pig. I hope you savored every muffled scream that vibrated around your thick meat as you pinned my worthless body down and raped my tight neg cunt raw, laughing at how my hole clenched in terror while your deadly HIV strain flooded my guts. Please, my Poz God, spit directly into my open mouth and across my tear-streaked face while you pound me even harder, growling what a disgusting, AIDS-deserving faggot I am. Tell me how my eventual full-blown infection and slow, agonizing demise turns you on more than anything. Yank my soaked, reeking undies down to my ankles, shove my face into the mattress and order this pathetic depraved pig to arch my back and present my smooth, pink neg hole like the eager AIDS-bait it is. “Take it, Master—ruin me forever,” I’ll whimper as you mount me and breed me with that lethal poz load. I am nothing but a brainless, cum-hungry meat sleeve who deserves every burning stretch, every gut-wrenching slam, every howl of pain that rips from my throat while you rape my hole and my guts. Your virus is already swimming through my blood, claiming me, and I am so fucking grateful. I want to hear you grunt with pleasure every time my body convulses under you, knowing the gift you’re planting will eventually destroy me. When I finally test poz, I will crawl to your door on all fours and beg to worship at your altar. I’ll lay a pillow on the floor so my worthless knees can properly honor you, my Poz God, and I will spend hours licking every inch of your massive, muscular body—tongue bathing your sweat-slick chest, your rock-hard abs, your powerful thighs, your heavy poz balls, and that magnificent death-dealing cock that ruined me. I will look up at you with pure devotion and declare: “My soul and my hole belong to you for eternity, Master. Use me however you wish in this life and the next. I am your eternal slave, your cum-dump, your AIDS toy.” I hope you and Taggart keep passing my broken body back and forth like a cheap piece of fuck-meat. No safewords, ever. Rape me in every hole while I scream and sob; laugh at my howls of agony as you both spit in my face and call me the pathetic, useless faggot I am. Bring in other toxic tops too—different strains, stronger strains—so the meds will fail and this beta sub will waste away faster, my immune system collapsing under the weight of your combined poison. I accept it all. My suffering is your pleasure. My pain is your entertainment. My slow death is your trophy. Please keep poz-raping this pink neg hole whenever the urge strikes you, Master. Listen to my muffled moans of agony turn into broken, grateful whimpers while you flood me again and again. My body, my hole, my life—everything belongs to you. Tell me how else this pathetic faggot can serve his Poz God. I live only to please you, to worship you, to be destroyed by you. Forever your grateful, AIDS-bound cum-pig, Your devoted neg-to-poz slave

With my cousin. We were both 13. Will never forget that night. No, he didn´t cum in my mouth. That was some years later.

Chapter 4 - Baiting the Hook It became something of a process. Jordan made profiles and then he deleted them. Each with a different number or later name, each just a little more daring than the last. Exposing a little more about himself, finding sexy pics to post, writing about how he wanted to find a cruel dom daddy, maybe a bunch of cruel dom Daddies. Nobody had really responded until he started posting pics. Then they did - then they told him just what they wanted to do to him and that was sooooooo much fun!!! Sometimes a single line and sometimes huge long rants about how they'd take him and tie him up and destroy his tight little virgin hole. How they'd film it all and sent it to all of his contacts on his phone. How they'd destroy him. Just thinking about it was so exciting! You quickly found out that if you wanted [banned word] you had come to the right place. One guy had wanted to dress him up as a baby and then crap on him. No thanks!!! Also what was it about feet? I mean each to his own and no doubt feet could be fun but he knew now that there were way more exciting ideas out there and there were many rather more adventurous deviants who could just push Jordan's buttons the way he liked his buttons to be pressed. He stored such ideas away in his mind - thought all the time of just how it would be to live them for real. He had great fun teasing the BZ men with his specially selected pics and his posts, public AND private! But then someone would recognise a photo and angrily call him out on it or someone would try to get a little bit too insistent about meeting in real life. Jordan would get scared again and would delete his profile. The mods got used to him begging them to delete the pics he had posted and they always did. Every time, every time, he would swear to himself that it was the last time. Every time, every time, he would be back after a few days usually but that last time it was two or three months. He tried his best, he really did, he knew the dangers of discovery and the even deeper, darker, dangers of letting himself go too far. The BZ men were good about that. They never tried to hide just what they wanted to do to him. It wasn't their fault that he found so many of their ideas so enticing, so tempting, so more-ish. Besides he wanted to read those stories again - especially the one about the ruined boi bride. The moment the boi found out all of the men there to fuck him were Poz, had come just to destroy his boi pussy and ruin him beyond repair. Fuck that was soooo HOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!! He loved the fact the femboy was called Jordyn - that was almost HIS name! Maybe that was why the story resonated so much - why he had lived it so often in his dreams - why he wanted to live it for real in the darkest, strongest, areas of his consciousness. Why it was so dangerous for young Jordan Myers and why it was so utterly irresistible. So in June he made his fresh account and he really thought about it this time. First, he wanted a name and not a number. Three words had been colliding in his brain again and again over the last three long months away from the BZ. He mashed them together to make his new online persona, 'BoiFagBarbie.' That was so fun and so perfect for teasing all those dirty old men on the forum! He wished he was brave enough to put his real picture up. His cute pretty face, nicely made up, his slim pale body and especially his perfect little virgin boi pussy. He knew that they would love that and he knew it would inspire them. They'd tell him all their filthy ideas and he SOOOOOOOOOOO lived for that! He didn't do it of course. He couldn't risk being found out - even while he desperately yearned for the moment when everyone knew the real Jordan Myers, the filthy deviant little boi slut that he really was. His classmates, the church congregation, the townsfolk and especially, especially, his parents. They all needed to know - but he was scared and he knew he couldn't be that brave. If only someone would just take charge - like in the story. But that wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Previously, of course, he had found pictures that he found hot and that he knew the men on the site would like too. However, he wasn't dealing with just any forum here. Private Messages told him that they knew that he had 'borrowed' the pictures. These men knew their porn, were connoisseurs of fine young boi flesh. Posting up a borrowed image was OK but you wouldn't ever get ALL of their attention unless you put up the real thing. That posed problems but not the obvious one. The pictures he had chosen were indeed as similar to himself as he could find. He was a young man and his youthful looks meant he could still pass easily for eighteen and he was handsome, or rather he was pretty in an undeniably cute way, while he had a perfect pale complexion free of blemishes or imperfections. If you wanted an image of a young beautiful boi just aching to be corrupted then you couldn't find a much more perfect image than himself. The problems posed were not his inability to attract the attention of the men he wanted, not a fear that he would not excite them. He had seen others on the forum attract a lot of attention when they were not one fraction as hot as he knew he was. Instead, it was that simple fear of discovery. He'd never break through that all by himself. So pics were tricky but he could write and one day, left alone, he sat down and began to do just that. He wrote and he wrote and he wrote, feeling such joy at being able to put down just how he felt onto paper, or rather onto his screen. He read it through and nodded. Then he read it again and again and again until he thought it was perfect. Until it truly represented exactly who Jordan Myers REALLY was. He thought up a nice thread title that would attract just the sort of men he wanted to take notice of him. 'Self Destructive VIRGIN fagdoll with MAJOR Daddy Issues'. That should get some attention! Then he paused and really thought about whether he wanted to post it. He used the time to hunt into the recesses of the web looking for a new profile pic. He wasn't quite sure even how he got to that particular site but suddenly he saw the perfect pic and he knew he recognised the beautiful young boy in it. It was the Russian boy from that original video! The one that looked REALLY like him! It was perfect and he saved it and a few others from the same place. He didn't know when the picture was taken of course. Before the boy had been fucked and pozzed by the two men or after? He was pretty sure the answer was 'before'. That picture might even have been the thing to draw the two men's attention. It might have led to that other image of the beautiful boy, covered in spit and sperm, his boi pussy gaping and wrecked and filled with Poz seed. Jordan found the idea incredibly exciting. Such a cute little image had led to the boy being ruined and that made it perfect for his profile pic. So he made it just that. His thread title and his new profile pic were sooooooo perfect! It made it impossible to even think of chickening out now. He made his new thread and then copied the whole, incredibly nasty, piece he had written and pasted it into the forum submission box. A deep breath and he submitted the post and saw it appear on the public forum. He was a boi on a mission now. He gathered up the rest of the pics he had found, even daringly found the one experimental pic he had taken months ago of his own cute perfect bubble butt, then posted the lot to an album on his profile. What could he call it? It came to him in a flash. 'Virgin Fagdoll 4 Mean POZ Daddies.' He was really on a roll now. Let no-one say Jordan Myers couldn't do marketing! Suddenly the moment passed. Terror flooded through his veins and he wanted to delete all he had posted again but this time he fought the impulse and instead closed his machine and just let things wait until the next time he was alone and could seen any responses. That evening he was sat on his bed, naked and stroking his little pink penis between two fingers. There had been a lot of responses. He seemed to have attracted the attention of lots of men that wanted to fuck him, even if rather too many had that 'Neg' status indicated. His fantasies had dominated his brain for so long that 'Neg' was rather a turn-off nowadays. A Poz status just naturally went with the sort of experienced, perverted, Daddy Dom Master of his fantasies. Well, aim high - right!!! The public responses were almost all one-liners. Some were almost worshipping his cuteness. He didn't want that - he needed someone to ruin him! Hadn't they read his fucking piece at all! Didn't they see his album was subtitled, 'Born to be RUINED'! He was here to find a Dom Master to degrade him not a cute boyfriend to cherish him. He felt his little penis shrink and soften back into its regular status as a dicklet. Then he saw the notification. He saw its words and in that instant his little penis, useless as it basically was, became hard as a rock. 'We've been waiting for you!' A private message from an account named '730 Boi Wrecka.' Below that name the word 'Poz' and then 'Not on Meds'. Fuck yeah - that was more like it! The profile name was hot enough but those words, 'We've been waiting for you!' The message that first lured the virgin boi bride to his destruction in the story he loved so much! He felt the blood pumping through his veins, felt the excitement in every part of his young body. He opened the message. 'I been reading your posts and also posts from certain deleted accounts that have that 'BoiFagBarbie' flavor. You say you are looking for a certain kind of man. Well you found him. I can arrange EVERYTHING you been talking about. I got my name for a reason - you won't be my first time to the dance. You maybe got more ambitious notions than most but I can meet them. Meet them and a lot more.' 'So are you fronting like some of them pics or are you for real and who are you? You see there's three kinds of young faggots here.' 'First - there's them that turn up, front awhile and then get chicken shit. They delete their account and try to forget it ever even happened. Try to go back to being what they was and still could return to be - a nice young man, a credit to their parents.' 'Then there's them that enjoy the forum, enjoy the community, enjoy the illicit little danger of even being here. But do anything like that - fuck no. They might talk about it all day and every day but they way too smart to burn their fingers that bad. They can have fun here for years.' 'Then there's the little faggy fembois unlucky, or lucky, enough to get the attention of a certain kind of man. They get what they deserve. They get totally fucked up. With no mercy and no way back.' 'So which one are you 'BoiFagBarbie'? I'm only interested in the third kind - the dumb little faggot sluts on the road to ruin. Convince me you are worth my time. So no-one is in any doubt tell me just EXACTLY what you want done to you. Then - if you impress me and I agree to make the arrangements - tell me what you are willing to do to make it worth my time.' '730 Boi Wrecka' *** If anyone had deliberately tried to bait a hook for a naive little would-be femboy slut like Jordan Myers then he couldn't have picked a better strategy. But then this was a man who had done this before and who understood just how horny little sissies like Jordan thought. You didn't get to ruin as many young faggots as this man had without understanding such things. A dumb little cunt like Jordan might have felt he was nice and safe teasing the BZ men but all the while he was just being set up to take the lure. Only one person here was the hunter and only one person here was the prey. '730 Boi Wrecka' had baited the hook and now he waited for the little slut to bite. That first answer was always the vital moment. Once they responded to him, if they were worth it, he was always skilled enough to land them. From that moment they were pretty much doomed. *** Jordan Myers looked at his screen. He couldn't really believe it. How long had he dreamed and fantasized about just this? He only had to respond. He really wanted to respond. But was he brave enough and what could he say?

I most DEFINITELY want footage if it ever happens! Preferably from 2 or 3 cameras. Get all the angles!