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I go with the flow. I wear clothes that allow for sex without being naked . Whatever he wants. I'm a submissive bottom . Most of the time it's skirt hiked up and panties pulled aside and heels on

It would be a dream cum true to be treated like this … can’t wait for them all to use him at once

Chapter 3 - There's More Than One Type of Bug It wasn't as if Jordan didn't know about such things. He hadn't been around at the time but he knew his parents had celebrated the onset of HIV and AIDS. They had given thanks to their God for His punishment of the homosexuals, the drug users and even the Africans. You still heard some of that shit at church and even some at college. The taming of their pet horror was just one more reason most of them hated science so much. Now a person could live with that 'curse', could manage it and be loved and be happy. His parents reaction to that didn't seem too 'Christian' to young Jordan. To find the Breeding Zone, to find a whole community open and even proud of who they were, that did shake Jordan. It certainly hadn't taken long on the forum to find out what that scorpion tattoo meant. The same with the plus sign. The same as the weird symbol he now realised was a biohazard 'warning'. He saw pictures of other bodies with those same tattoos and always the status boldly posted alongside - 'Poz'. He found out what 'gifting' meant too and finally he understood those words in the video that he knew absolutely by heart. Four heavy loads of Poz cum had gone into that beautiful Russian boy. Was he on medication? Somehow Jordan doubted that. Had he been fooled into fucking those men? Jordan didn't believe that either. The boy had known exactly what he was doing. He had given himself to those men, had let them use him, had taken their seed with all that might entail. Had he caught the virus, the 'bug' as the forum called it? That was a question with no answer - but that the boy had been chasing it Jordan had no doubt. It was all so fucking mind-blowing and fucking scary too! He read a few pieces and then shut his device down. He felt a peculiar mix of fascination, excitement and revulsion. It was really the first explicitly gay forum he had been on and he understood it was one heck of a place to start! Two things that young Jordan had in abundance were intelligence and curiosity. It took a little time to process all he had seen but over the next few days he couldn't get his mind off that site. Even when he found other gay forums and browsed them he couldn't find anything nearly so impactful, so viscerally exciting. The other forums all lacked something and he came to understand just what it was that they were missing. Freedom. The BZ (as they called it) had rules of course but it was nothing like as locked down as the other forums. Some of them were so puritanical they bore a weird resemblance to his parents! Don't do that. Beware of this. Always do that. Do as we say or else... The BZ people expressed themselves so much more openly. They didn't hide their desires. They posted them right out there. They took strength from their community. Living in his parents' house, in his conservative town, Jordan drew strength from it too. Admired men who pursued their desires and lived their lives as they saw fit. Who made their own rules for their own selves. Even where they regretted past mistakes they did so openly, they owned their errors and lived with managing the results. He had never lived as the person he really was. Jordan Myers was the top-of-the-class school student, the perfect college attendee, the polite and beautifully mannered handsome young man that mothers pushed their daughters towards. He was the pride of, and a credit to, his parents, his church and his community. Except he wasn't. He wanted to be on that dirty mattress in a rundown apartment in Moscow. He wanted to be spat on and sworn at and he wanted them to cum on him AND in him. His dreams had only changed to the extent that now there were usually other men there too. All stroking their huge cocks and waiting their turn. Their bodies all marked with the tell-tale tattoos. Balls full of potent, tainted, cum that would plant the virus deep into young Jordan Myers, that would make everyone, make the whole world, be forced to recognise who he really was. He screamed at those men in his dreams. Demanded that they fuck him, seed him, breed him. Desperately promised that he was on no protection and that he wanted them to poz him for good and for all. Thanked each sneering brute after he had planted his potentially life-changing load. Lay back covered in their spit and sweat and semen and believed he could feel the virus polluting his blood-stream and making the day's decision irreversible. Imagined waiting for the next couple of weeks for the symptoms, the 'fuck flu' they all wrote about. He felt and savoured the surge of mixed excitement and dread all the while knowing it was too late - that there could be no going back now. Then, at that precise moment, he always woke up. Woke up drenched in sweat and having cum all over himself. After a couple of adventures sneaking sheets into the laundry he had begun sleeping naked and on top of his bed. If the dream came then so would he. Jordan barely even registered that such dreams were really the only thing that got his little dicklet hard nowadays. So Jordan went back to the BZ and found other things to make him excited. Found users who knew how to do just that - to use. Older, experienced, men who were skilled and talented in taking their pleasure from little bottoms just like him. Who fucked tight little holes and left them sloppy and ruined. He read and read and read and he wanted it all. But he also wanted more. The true life reports were amazing enough but once Jordan ventured into the fiction section he unknowingly took another big step toward his destiny. There were lots of stories there and if you hunted you could find just the ones for you. Ones that hit exactly the right note, exactly the right theme, exactly the perfect atmosphere. *** Jordan was a naive little virgin who took a drink or two too many one college party night and wandered into the wrong club. A stealther spotted him immediately and within twenty minutes Jordan was face down on a bed in a motel somewhere. A huge cock plowing his guts and then a big heavy load of poz cum planted deep. *** Jordan was tied up on a bench with his bottom part pushed through a curtained hole in the wall and made available to an unknown number of horny men. He never saw them but they all fucked him and they all nutted just as far up his boi pussy as they could get. All the time he could only look at the little sign above the hole in the wall. a sign repeated on the other side as he had previously seen. A picture of himself at his most pretty and cute. Above the picture the words, 'Jordan Myers Dumb little neg twink.' Below the picture more words, 'No PrEP and all loads taken Poz loads preferred.' *** Jordan was in a small room. He was perfectly made up and dressed in white lingerie as befitted a cute little femboy bride. Next door he heard voices and the stamping of feet. Many feet, heavy feet, impatient feet. They were the bridegrooms. Fifty men especially selected for their mean dispositions, sadistic inclinations and their high unmedicated viral loads of HIV-enriched cum. When he went next door, when he joined them, they would have no mercy. He had come here of his own free will and understanding that these men didn't fuck little femboys - they ruined them, they destroyed them. A man appeared and smirked at him. Jordan knew the rules. He could still leave at the moment but once he took those few steps and went through that door then no-one could stop what would happen. There would be no safe-words and no concern for his desires or his well-being. He would just be a dumb little femboy slut who had got in way over his head and would get what he had coming. Jordan got up and teetered on his very high heels. It was hard to walk in them and more important it was impossible to run away. His heels clicked on the wooden floor as he took those few steps. He reached for the door, opened it and stepped through... *** Jordan loved a lot of the stories but fuck that last one was soooooo fucking HOT! It would have replaced his old dream but the story had ended just there with the roar of the mass of sweaty perverted men as they rushed towards their victim. A willing victim. A consenting victim. Well as consenting as you could be when you were so hopelessly innocent and naive. Jordan knew that he wanted to be that. Willing and consenting and horrendously out of his depth - putting himself in a situation that he could not escape. Forcing everyone to understand just who he was - whatever the consequences. Understanding just how such a story made him feel was kind of scary but he couldn't resist it. He was still frightened by the step but he made an account and posted how much he loved the story and how much he wanted it to continue. He perhaps got a little excited and even posted that he wished something similar could happen to him. Then he waited for the world to collapse. Before it really had time to do so he had panicked and deleted his account. Then Jordan leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. One thing was for sure he wouldn't be crazy or stupid enough to do that again! *** One day later his parents were out and Jordan made a new BZ profile.

Damn this story keeps getting better. I hope the pep has kept him negative so Rick can poz him then fully explore his kinks

fully nude at all times

Hi all, I’m going to be in Frankfurt for a few days in April and looking to get into trouble. Any reccos - looking to get fucked and for some sleaze. Any help would be greatly appreciated!

Ah, the body and mind are at one… coming out to the guy at the health clinic and lots of thought clashing with Rick’s return… I hope the next 5 days go quickly and I look forward to hearing how @mancoco continues Dan’s development as an owned cunt 😈

Mmmm wonderful.

I don't have an even near perfect body , so the slutty outfits or at least some of it helps me be more passable BUT once the action gets going... most of them start tearing it off and in total passion and heat... I don't know if our eyes even work that well after a while... Looks get to be secondary . when im being fucked and having sissy orgasms Im off somewhere else anyway for a bit then come back hehe

So don't leave us in suspense. How'd the big cumdump weekend go?

I'm glad the Red Roof Plus in Secaucus is getting such rave reviews here. By pure coincidence I'm doing a cumdump event there this Friday night. I normally host mine at the Red Roof Inn in Edison, but thought I'd try a different location and see what happens.

Does anyone in 5 boris have any cruising spot info? Im born & raised in Brooklyn & came out 16 in 1991.So i know of many places (all of which are now empty (no guys) or its a Bottom, Bottom, Bottom. The 1 top in the room has a waiting list. (Lol) i'm just wondering if I can get any low key on a good spot or 2 *if my NYers have back pocket info, share... Thanks.Hacent been to any parties ,not sure they'll be my thing?

I want a 20+ gangbang and have my hole naturally rosebud

Great writing skills! Thank you for the amazing story! 😘

And just like that Dan has made his commitment to Rick. We need to see his journey into pozdom continue so hopefully that PEP/PrEP has done it's job correctly.

Ive had a strong desire, urge, craving, fantasy, that I cant seem to shake lately. Strangers mailing me their cum loads, that I end up swallowing. I know logically this doesnt make alot of sense, and the fact that they would be stale by the time they arrive. But, thats also part of it. I dont know why, but, I want it to test me, if I had a strangers stale load in front of me, would I swallow it? One main reason that part sticks in my head, is I did this with my own loads. Once I saved about 35 loads, freezing them each night in a container, I then thawled it out, warmed it and swallowed it down. It was a bit stale sure, but not as bad as I was expecting, and I was SO fucking horny from it. The second time, I bought none lubricated condoms, I would cum in them and save them. I had 7 of them saved, tossed in my desk drawer, and one night while I was especially horny I got them out and laid them in front of me. Thinking, surely I wont swallow these... then I opened one and smelled it. I dont know how, but I was a mix of grossed out, and turned on (the smell of cum is a HUGE turn on to me) Well, as you can probably guess, I sucked the cum out of each one. So, its left me always thinking about a BUNCH of loads in front of me, from strangers....

In Italian cooking there is a dish called veal (or chicken) saltimbocca. Which means "jumps in your mouth." Clearly you should be eating this.