JessTS

The guy was real, but we didn't progress as smoothly as the story suggests; I left out a bunch of filler for the sake of storytelling. Also, he was way more communicative and less pushy than I made him out to be. The last dialogue went somewhat differently too, it was more like "Why do you ask, do you crave the poz?" - "Not sure, but I think I like the risk" - "Well, if that turns you on, you can always imagine I'm off meds lol" Safe to say he was on meds the whole time though. But you never quite totally know for sure, right 😏

Back in 2019, shortly after I started advertising as trans on Grindr, I met a charming guy, white, mid 40s, about 6'4, rather athletic for his age and allegedly packing 8 inches. No mention of HIV. He was quite assertive and no-nonsense while chatting, basically giving me a date and location (his place) and getting me to commit. I committed. His pics weren't embellished, he was an attractive guy and I quickly got horny upon arriving at his place. After he undressed his shirt, I noticed he had a biohazard tattoo on his right upper arm; I knew what that implied, so I asked him if he was poz. He said yes, but not to worry because he was on meds. That startled me a bit, so I further inquired where he got it from. He said, eh, not really sure, probably some ladyboy in Bangkok. I loved how casual he was about it, like, yeah I'm just gonna tell you I bareback random hookers in Thailand and now I have HIV, whatever. Still, I was unsure about the whole thing; we had agreed on anal, but neither of us liked condoms, so he suggested I could also blow him as long as I swallowed. I knew even unmedicated poz loads were fairly safe to swallow, so why not. I could tell he was making me work for it, but eventually a nice warm load hit my throat and I swallowed as instructed. "See, tastes just like the regular stuff", he said. I chuckled while trying to get my own erection under control. He motioned for me to get dressed and leave, and in the process of me doing that asked: "Are you available same time tomorrow?" As if he was booking an escort. I answered in the affirmative and he said, "Great, same location. See you then." He clearly knew how to talk to a tranny bottom. Of course I agreed. This went on for a week or two, sometimes a few days apart from each other; Show up, have a drink, swallow poz cum, leave. Perfect date, right? I kinda stopped worrying about the poz thing, too. One day while I was milking his cock, he instructed me to stop and lie on my back as he wanted to cum on my body. Okay. Well, he hadn't specified exactly where; as it turned out, my genital area was the target location. I was really too horny to protest, but now I had a cock lubed with poz cum and he told me to jerk off onto his sheets. I obliged, feeling his cum covering my glans as I masturbated. It drove me wild and I came in about 10 seconds. Then post nut clarity struck and I felt really awkward. But not completely turned off either. He picked up on that and asked: "So, how do you feel now?" "Kinda stupid, but also sexy?" He chuckled. "That's good to hear. Now get cleaned up before it gets all sticky. Same time on Friday, see you then." On Friday, he wanted another body shot, but this time told me to go into doggy. I could see where this was going and positively anticipated it this time. He came all over my ass, spread my cheeks and rubbed his poz cum all around my pussy, not really venturing inside, but covering the outside area. Then he jerked me off, which again didn't take very long, "Still feeling good about it?" he asked. "My big head tells me to say no, but my little head says yes ..." He laughed. "Alright. Same time tomorrow, and this time you'll be getting bred." I was debating whether to be a no-show for our next date since it was getting a bit out of hand, but he had been quite good about easing me into it and besides, if he really was on meds, even bottoming wasn't a realistic infection risk. Also, I had started getting into poz porn lately for some inexplicable reason and the whole thing turned me on way too much. So I showed up. That date went as clinically as the other ones, except this time he lubed me up and penetrated my pussy instead of my mouth. His size was a little uncomfortable, but that just added to the experience I guess. He took his sweet time and made sure to violate my insides a little before giving me my gift. After about 15 minutes, I could feel his cock contract; seeded by poz cum, in my ass, as a fully willing participant. I was horny out of my mind and enjoying the afterglow while he was already cleaning up. When I came down from my cloud, I was curious though and asked him: "Do you get off on trying to get me pozzed?" He thought for a moment and responded: "Not really, but I do enjoying pushing people's boundaries and you have been most compliant. Why do you ask? Are you craving the poz?" "I don't think so, but the risk clearly turns me on. Though I don't know how much of a risk there really is with you." "What if I told you I'm not actually on meds?" My heart sank for a moment. "I had considered that possibility. So, are you or are you not?" He smirked. "Tell you what. You really have no way of confirming whether I take my meds or not. So I'll leave that up to your imagination. But if you keep coming here to get your fix, you should understand that I might be shooting real loads, not blanks, and I want to hear no crying if you don't like your test result some day. That said, same time Tuesday. And bring those hooker boots you wore on Friday, those look sexy on you." I suppose right then would've been a good time to be responsible and bail, but unfortunately I'm a bit of a reckless degenerate and was really into it at this point, so I came back. About 30 more times. A few times he had a friend with him and I didn't even bother asking about his status. (Un)Fortunately, as it turned out, he spent part of the year in Thailand (go figure) and departed to there at some point, promising to get back to me after his return, but never did. No idea what happened to him. And while he didn't end up literally pozzing me, he definitely pozzed my mind up real good. Those cravings might never go away at this point.

Fun as that would be, I enjoy the chick-with-dick aesthetic a little too much. Wouldn't want to be any other way. I also get off on making self-described straight guys play with my cock, just as a bit of foreplay. They know why they hook up with someone like me, so it doesn't usually take much prompting. Don't worry though, it's not gay if the cock owner is called Jess. 🤭