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Near Home—August, 2024 The day after I saw Jake, I woke up knowing that I needed a totally different kind of play. (How many times on these pages have I said I love variety?) So, totally unsurprisingly, after a day of hard fucking with tongue, dick, hands and toys. I wanted a prolonged oral session. I didn’t care if I got it or gave it. And Sunday afternoon at the closest bookstore was likely a good place to find it… I close the door to our new all in one space. I stand still for a moment. It’s darker than usual. Or so it seems. The straight screen flickers to life with a new movie. That was it…now I can see half a dozen men sitting around the room. There is a stroker sitting in my preferred chair—where I can easily see both screens. The easiest thing to do is sit in the chair closest to the restroom. It also gives me a view of the youngest looking man I’ve ever seen in here—who is hard and jerking like crazy. I sit. I take out my plumping cock. The movie is good. But it’s not as much fun as the young guy’s reaction to it. Repeatedly he has to slow down or stop altogether, so he doesn’t shoot. The restroom door opens. I hear footsteps behind me and turn slightly. It’s the Voyeur. He nods, unzips and sticks his semi hard cock in my mouth. I suck him to full hardness. He is a man on a mission. I’m guessing he was headed out the door when he saw me, for he begins fucking my mouth the moment he is full hard. I open as wide as possible and let him piston that ebony shaft deep into my mouth and throat. And I am rewarded with a nice cum load. He pats my shoulder, zips up and leaves. I look over at the young guy. He is actually hiding his cock. I look back at the screen and, eventually, the young man begins to jerk again… * I really don’t like my seating position. I am on the main path in—and think I might be scaring off interested men. I get up, not bothering to tuck my heavy erection away, and walk across the room. I sit on the side. I can see both screens and I’m just out of sight of the main door. Almost instantly I get the nod from a white guy across from me. He is likely just 40 and well-built and with a shaved head. He comes over, unzips and takes out a long, curved scimitar of a dick. He kneels and swallows me down, stroking his very curved cock at the same time. He's good. I am really enjoying his technique. He does my balls, with no prompting, leaving my shaft gleaming with his spit. He works up from them and makes the hottest moaning sound as he laps up the pre-cum that is leaking out of my piss slit. His mouth ovals and slides down me, taking every inch of my shaft this time. It makes him choke. He comes up for air, then cleans all the deep throat spittle off my cock. I notice it also made him stop jerking himself. He pauses a moment, starts stroking his curved beauty and begins to suck me again. He works hard. I wouldn’t mind giving him my load, but I am just not there. Finally, he stands up and flops into the seat next to me. “Great dick,” he mumbles, turning to me. “I had to get off my knees.” “You have a beauty, too. Love the curve…” “I just wish it was as thick as yours,” he grins. “I want to cum, you want it?” I go to my knees. He sits up a little, so it’s easier for me to swallow him. He loves my tongue work, moaning, and in moments gives me a thick load. I swallow, much to his delight. He pulls me into a cummy kiss and then whispers, “I hate men who spit it out. Why bother?” * I notice once again the man across from me. He’d been trying to fuck a big bear of a guy with his seriously small cock, while I had been getting head. He has watched me take the load. He comes over. “You want another?” I have two loads already; I am cock hungry. I nod. He sticks it in my mouth. He takes no time at all and I have load three. I look over at the young man, wondering if he’s been watching all this. He is studiously looking at the straight screen, making no eye contact. I stroke for only a moment, before a middle-aged white guy, in better clothes than usual for here, moves towards me. He has obviously seen the men unload in my mouth. His regulation six incher is dripping from his hand work. (I notice the youngest guy is watching this.) Without a word he offers me his cock to suck. I take him in my mouth. He audibly sighs. He stands stock still, eyes closed, imagining who knows what. My tongue swirls over his cock head once too often—and he gives me a small load, but one that seems to totally satisfy him… * I jerk. I watch the videos. I have thinned the crowd. But three more men arrive. One comes right over and sits next to me. He is a big bear of a man, white, who looks very familiar. He asks to go down on me. I nod and he sucks me, while his hands work his own nipples. He’s good. I know I know him. When he comes up for air, he rummages in his shirt pocket and pulls out nipple clamps on a chain. Of course, he was here just a few sessions ago. He opens his shirt, attaches them and goes back to work. I reach down and tug the chain a little. It’s awkward, but he likes it. His knees give out. We reverse. He sits. I kneel, still with my right hand tugging the chain, while his thick cock is in my mouth. I don’t have to work too long. One stronger tug sends him over the edge. I clean his cock. He thanks me and takes off. A young cub, one of the new arrivals, has been stroking to our mutual sucking. I sit back down in my chair—which is right next to him. He leans over. “I’d love you to suck me,” he whispers. I’m game. Hoping it might inspire him to do me, too. I suck him for a long time. Twice I think I’m getting him close to orgasm. The third time, as his breathing changes, his phone rings. He makes a grab for it and motions me to stand up. He races to the privacy of the rest room to answer it, one hand on his shorts that are only slightly pulled up and the other on the phone. And from there, attired properly, he is out the door. I look around the room. The youngest guy suddenly stands up. He has been jerking for the two hours I’ve been there and he was there before me. He spews his load all over the floor, to the delight of the very old man sitting near him. I take it as my cue to leave. I didn’t shoot, but am still well satisfied… ** For the record, I had a surprise night free two days later. I went back to see if I could drop the load. A man was leaving as I went in. Another left as I sat down. I was alone until closing… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I'd Love You to Suck Me..." September 5, 2024

Hopefully he won't be so shy next time

How beautifully said @hntnhole I feel 100% like that but only part time of my life as it would consume me whole if I allowed it. So I release the cumdump 2-3 times a month and longer on certain trips… since I also value my life outside of the bedroom. That being said, I could NEVER be in a relationship with someone that didn’t accept me as a cumdump and enjoyed me getting loaded and whored out.

I’ve been fucked by a lot of pierced and PA dick guys and I have to say what surprised me the most in general is how little I actually felt it each time. Once the PA is inside you and if you’re not overly tight it just feels like a nice little extra. I reckon that it would be quite different if I was really tight, then the PA would rip you up more and feel a lot more impactful.

My unscientific survey indicates 7" is above average.

Super frustrating to hear you didn't get healthcare you want to get and could be helped by. I'm wondering how accurate what they said was. The CDC website say about a Bexsero schedule so I think some people are getting it in the US. I think I understand one medical are a insurance company? I didn't try with insurance, I didn't expect they'd do it for me for this reason, or another reason I could say to them, so I did have to just pay for it. That of course comes with it's own barrier when you have to do that, so not itself a perfect option either, but it did work. Can you just go to a pharmacy and get vaccines you pay for in the US or are they more restricted than European countries? With a pharmacist approval you get so far in my experience whatever you want. I have had a lot of vaccines this way for many things and they ask few questions normally. Where the CDC mention it: [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/meningococcal/hcp/vaccine-recommendations/index.html

I try my best to hold onto some/ all of a load or loads. I use a butt plug and have found that by next morning when plug cones out very little of the load dribbles out. Ive absorbed someone's DNA.

This is the key, I think it is fine to say you aren't into anal, but you need to understand you aren't going to be sexually compatible and able to satisfy everyone. Just don't go to an event like a CumUnion party and expect to convince those of us who are into fucking that your ways of having sex are superior.

Most of the extra sensation of a PA for me has been on the initial entry, and more the temperature differential of the metal than the actual shape, I can't really say that I could feel it on my prostate. I've already experienced it enough times that it isn't a factor on whether I want a guy to fuck me or not. I will say that I will not try to deep throat a guy with a PA, that is not a pleasurable experience for me. I did hookup quite a few times with a guy that had a barbell through the top of his glans, and liked it better than a PA, it really didn't interfere with sucking him. It probably didn't hurt that he was 10.5 to 11 inches and liked to top verse guys while they were fucking someone else. He also worked the front desk at a bathhouse and I could be sure I was going to have a good time if he checked me in.

Hey @viking8x6 … this thread was started 8 hours ago. But someone clipped a reply of mine from two years ago and inserted it here. Can we delete this misappropriated reply?

Can't say I'm surprised and can't say I'm not guilty of having done the same. I'm not sure the proper way to describe this... frustrated horniness? The need to get out some aggression? I had a top FWB that would let me just sit on his cock and ride. I enjoyed it, he seemed to enjoy it. And I burned some angry energy. In the end sex is a welcome release for me. Sometimes I love to get manhandled by an aggressive top, sometimes I'll turn it into a rough workout doing squats on his dick or pushing back and he plows forward.

Good job cocksucker!

Nice. I've seen situations similar with just a bit less brutality. I knew 2 guys like this. Both told me that after being used they would get off on looking at themselves in a mirror - admiring the evidence of the beating they took.

Thanks for introducing yourself @Str8BottomFaggot. Actually even "faggots" are real men. I don't know where this delusional stuff comes from that a man being fucked makes him less of a man. I would argue it makes him more of a man - if it is relevant to manhood at all. Obviously you are in fact attracted to men physically or you wouldn't still be thinking about your college experiences and wishing that were your life now. To your point of "no going back", if you've achieved a point where life is pleasurable, what on earth are you wanting to go back to???

He followed me up the stairs after I excused myself from the bar. The communication between us was less unspoken signal and more trigger and effect, all of our touch-and-go glances building in anticipation of this opportunity. He must have waited all but thirty seconds before falling on my trail, weaving through the happy hour crowd as I had just done, as if guided by my scent. My skin tingled at the nape of my neck, electrified by the feel of his eyes in pursuit. As I reached the top few steps I exaggerated the sway of my hips, making sure to reward him with a good view. His body came up hard and warm against my back as I reached the bathroom door, all but shoving me inside the unisex room. “Excuse me,” I said, swirling to face him. “What makes you think you were invited to come in here with me?” “Oh.” A look of panic flashed across his face and he put up his hands. “Shit. I thought…my mistake.” He turned to leave but I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body flush against mine. Read More - [think before following links] https://www.fullhouseclips.giize.com/2025/08/up-stairs.html

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In addition to injuries suffered years ago and requiring a total knee replacement my lowest CD4 cell count meant I had "full blown" AIDS and being depressed also contributed. Throw in damage due to opportunistic diseases and being over 60 all added up.

…continued… When we had met, I had noted that Andy was a MCMAP Green Belt. This means besides his training as ‘Every Marine A Rifleman’, plus his MOS Qualifier Training, he had received over 75 hours of extra hand to hand combat techniques training and testing as well as ethical consideration training on when not to use those skills. Let’s face it, if you cripple someone in a bar fight even if they started it, you are going to get in a shitload of trouble. As he was trying to adapt to an appropriate response track, there were some complications such as being naked with a hardware laden cock hammering his ass. Even though I was an NCO, my training in ‘gay’ studies was very basic. I was still at the Novice Freshman level. As I realized what was causing Andy’s distress, I neglected to consider how unhappy it would make the black cock owner that had been bruising my throat and cutting off my air. My understandable turning to help a Shipmate was also (I now know) bottom speak for: “Please use my other hole Sir”! The time it took me to realize my mistake was about the same time it took for the BBC owner to hilt himself balls deep in my rectum. Except for Andy’s finger, my sphincter had been returning to normal in the 5 days since the Troll Gang Bang. Andy was still being hammered, My BBC had assumed a rabbit fuck pace, the press and heat of surrounding bodies was smothering. Andy disengaged by falling in a heap on the floor and about that time the Black Man who was fucking me yelled take my DNA while he increased his pace. My hardon was as stiff as when I had fucked Buddy not all that long ago. My ass hurt, my breathing was labored, my earlier air restriction / choking had my PTSD in overdrive and I realized I was shuddering min pure ecstasy in a trembling, shuddering, precum generating assgasm and leaking ejaculate in a drool out of my cock. Andy and I had both lost our towels. Andy found two by feeling around on the cum slick floor. As we wormed our way out of the press of bodies and headed to the showers Andy was subdued and not talkative like he was before. In the well-lit showers, I noticed tiny rivulets of red on Andy’s Crack, Buttocks and Legs. Andy looked at me and said “Mike, I’m sorry, that got out of hand”. “Fuck that – are you OK”? “Just surprised is all” he said as he dropped to his knees as we both realized my cock was still stiff. Andy took me into his mouth and started sucking. My Cock was sensitive because of everything that had happened during the night, but it was a wonderful feeling, and it did not take long until I spurted in his mouth and he swallowed. Andy kept on sucking. People would come into the shower room, watch and some acted like they were trying to get involved but Andy and I pushed their hands away. Time was distorted but Andy started to alertness as he checked his watch – “Shit, we have to go”! We dressed wet, exited the bathhouse and summoned an Uber. We made it back in time for Andy to make morning muster. On the way, I had softly asked again if Andy was OK? If he was on PrEP? He responded that yes he was doing on-demand dosing but as he did so, said shit under his breath. When I asked what was wrong, he said I have a few but just need to get a refill. I was still on my extension for bereavement leave but Andy had to hustle once we got back to the room. He was fishing with a spoon in his Muscle Milk and Protein Powder jars along with a few curses, fished out two pills and took them, dressed and rushed to muster. I fell onto my rack exhausted and leaking cum out of my ass. My energetic dreams were full of orgies and gang bangs. I awoke to people entering the room. Shit, I had at least pulled a poncho liner over my naked leaking ass as I had gone back to bed. Fuck! Friday barracks inspection. As I started awake, my ass still wet and leaking cum onto my fully made-up rack blanket the First Sgt and Lt. came in. Phew, the Top was starting ‘on your feet’ but the LT said, “as you were”. He added “room unsat, square this room away Corporal. My condolences but your extension is up on Monday Morning” and they left. It took minutes for my heartrate to go down. At least they did not catch me with a boner or observe the sludge leaking out of my ass. I was not sure that my dick would ever rise again after that scare. There was no way I was going to get back to sleep so I showered after trying to push the remaining cum out of my ass. Then I worked on getting the room back into acceptable status. By lunchtime, I needed to eat but avoided the chow hall. I grabbed my laptop and headed for McDonalds I had been treating my body like a toilet the last week so there was no reason to stop now. I ordered some food with Iced Tea and found a corner where my screen could not be observed. The local WiFi soon kicked me off due to the searches I was performing. I switched over to my phone hotspot mode and continued. I looked at web info on STD/STI transmission and moved to searches on gay sexual behavior. Breath Play was on the path I had seen listed when I selected a subtopic I thought I had never heard of called autoerotic asphyxiation but a reference citing David Caradine’s Cause of Death triggered a memory that I had heard about it but dismissed it. I recalled the total sensory overload I had experienced at the bathhouse as I was being fucked by Andy, the shock of the condom snapping like a rubber band, my being choked by the BBC, the clench, and the high velocity load that had shot out of my dick from the orgasmic overload. In my limited knowledge exchange from my Uncle, and previous viewing of straight and gay porn I was ill equipped with practical experience since it had been 6 days since my deflowering. I was acutely aware of the hard bench seat and the hard rod in my pants. The twitch in my ass became more urgent. I had anticipated watching some porn, but my current discomfort of being Horney in a fast-food joint would just get worse if I did. I found myself daydreaming about what Andy and I would do over the weekend. When I returned to the Barracks, I found a note from Andy that he had been tapped to replace a Marine on the TDY Rodie Crew member whose wife had gone into labor sooner than expected. My plans for the next two weeks went up in smoke. FUCK! I sat in a funk at my desk for what seemed like hours. I thought of and discarded going to the bathhouse after Thursday’s experience. The only other person who had proffered any guidance on these gay topics was Leo and I needed to consider a best path forward to avoid screwing everything up. In the short term, I performed a manual release on the toilet thinking about the past week, then showered and hit the rack for a night of troubled sleep. Saturday Morning, I woke to morning wood but as I stroked, I remembered my plan of action. I went into my wall locker and pulled out my folded Flyer’s Kitbag. These heavy-duty large B Bags were built for heavy amounts of gear and were durable enough not to burst when stressed. There were two reinforced handles since Marines in Uniform do not really have the need for sissy backstraps, nor would they get away with using them anyway. These bags were simply improved in materials but had not changed much since Viet Nam. The zipper was no longer metal but heavy duty synthetic. The logistics and equipment designers had also by design or happy accident engineered a bag you could carry a shitload of pizzas in without mangling the pizzas. I laid it on my rack. I was in my running shoes, PT shorts, and T Shirt. On my left bicep was my PT phone and ID holder with a zip for cash and plastic. I went for a short run. My route took me by the overpass where I noticed familiar figures. Good, the periodic cycle of clearing homeless encampments had not affected my cherry pickers. I returned to Barracks where I pulled a pair of board shorts over the PT shorts because while I could wear the civilian T at the Class 6/Marine Mart the PT shorts would get me written up or hinder my mission. I grabbed the B Bag then went to the Class 6 and got a 24 pack suitcase of Bud Light, then headed for the pizza place that was just opening for the day. Armed with a B-Bag full of beer and a stack of medium pizzas, I set off on my mission quest. I tried he-manning the load and carrying it with outstretched arm but there was a difference between this awkward bulk and the reps I would do at the fitness center. I eventually settled on grabbing the handle on one side arced around my shoulder rotator cuff and continued on. During the day as opposed to a rainy night, there were fewer guys under the bridge overpass than the previous rainy weekend. As Leo recognized me their air of caution passed, and their casual manner resumed. “Hey Mike, back for more? More importantly did you go by and get some PEP for those toxic loads”? “Well yes” I answered and then realized that answered both questions. “I appreciate what you did when I was feeling really low and thought I would bring a little something” and started pulling out pizza and the beer. Leo looked at me. “Plenty of Marines come back for more, but few are this thoughtful”. His humor was reflected in his chuckle and infectious mood. As we consumed the Pizza and beer, we did some catching up on the last week. When Leo asked me if I had thrown away my PEP bottle as he had predicted as likely - I honestly realized I had forgotten today’s dose as well as yesterday’s and told him so. “Mike, it was kind to bring the Pizza and Beer. We’ll eat your slices and drink your beer. We may be homeless but were not whores. If you want us to cut a slice of your ass and mouth, all you needed to do was smile and ask”. As he saw my expression change Leo said “Don’t sweat it kid, just fucking with ya. However, answer me this: Is your goal to explore your sexual appetites or is it to get Pozzed”? When I did not return a quick answer, Leo added “if you are chasing for chasing’s sake, when you get Pozzed it is sort of anticlimactical. If you pick up HIV from the best sex you have ever experienced, well that is a risk every young gay lad takes preventive steps or not. What are your goals? I need an answer”. “I suppose the Poz and the sex” I replied. “Alright, if we are going to do this, I’ll give you what you are asking for along with what you need but only if you promise me you’ll stay with me all day, do what I say, and not flake out, agreed?” I nodded and said “Yes Sir”. “OK, come over here” and he led me into a patch of scrub trees and bushes in this little island of urban jungle. “Drop your shorts and step out of them. Bend over and grab that sapling”. Leo ran a hand down my crack and probed my hole with a finger. He sniffed and asked why are you here begging for cock with a dirty hole? I stammered with an excuse such as ‘I forgot’ but Leo said. “Never mind, remember your promise. Here is a demonstration of douching in the field and stuck his semihard head in my hole which even after the week of exercise was still sore. I felt a warm wet feeling – Leo was pissing up my ass! I started to turn but he was holding my hips reminding me of my promise. I was revolted but thrilled at the same time. As Leo finished, he pointed to a culvert with a storm drain slot and said “expel it there”. And return to your position. Leo walked away, but shortly afterwards, Devon, the BBC from my deflowering came into the open space. “Leo said you want me to piss up your ass”. I just hung my head and pushed my ass out. I was getting desperate. “OK you asked for it” and pushed an inch or so of his semi-hard cock into my ass and let loose. This stream was stronger, and my sore ass was reacting in a slutty way trying to slide further down his ebony pole, but Devon told me to hold still. The stream stopped and I expelled the result at the culvert then returned to my position. Devon spit and I felt his 10 inch cock battering in past the inch it had previously held. My ass was wet but not slick. The breaching was both agonizing and exciting. Previously, there had been plenty of loads to lubricate the way. This time, it was pure traction just like when Andy used a condom on me Thursday night. With some grunting and pushing, he eventually hilted and then started to reverse. I had been clenching my jaw trying not to scream out. Devon’s cockhead wiggled past my joy button, and I moaned while my cock inflated and twitched. The itch was being scratched and empty spot in my hole was being filled - I was complete. Devon started picking up the pace, his toxic pre was providing some lubrication I also smelled a faint coppery smell, and I wondered if I was bleeding again. Regardless of how lubed I was, he picked up the pace and started angling his cock to batter my prostate driving me crazy with lust. Without warning, my ass clenched, and I shot a rope of cum into the dirt at my feet. The burning friction was finally being softened by Devon’s cum as he shot volleys into my ass chute. Leon appeared and placed my B-Bag flat on the dirt of the tiny clearing and said “Flat on your Back, and grab your ankles” Devons cock was still stiff but I pulled off to comply and Devon got on his knees and reinserted his hardening tool. “Round 2” devon said and started hammering away. At this angle, his cock pounded my button mercilessly causing a steady ooze of pre to come out of my piss slit. A really old guy joined us, knelt and took out his teeth and started sucking on my sensitive cockhead despite my objections. He had a pot belly and spots on his skin which was stretched across tendons and bones. His uncut cock was impressively veined just like the rest of him. Did this guy have AIDS? I shuddered and Devon unloaded his second load in me. As Devon left, the new guy moved into position. Devon had been able to reach new depths when I changed to this position. This new guy also went deep from the first stroke. As he thrust away, his thrusts became more spasmatic and his panting grew labored. He leaned in and kissed me and to my amazement and disgust I started Frenching him back. He put his mouth beside my ear and licked. He whispered there is more to being Poz than a test result. And he groaned as his cock twitched in my hole. “Take my Full Blown Viral Load you beautiful boy”. As he came down from his cum, my legs and arms were tired from being bent into a U for multiple loads. As he disengaged and crawled up to push his death stick in my mouth, Leo was pressing my legs back up and entering my hole. He asked “Marine, do you keep your promises?” “Yes!” I shouted. “Good, because you never want a pissed off Marine that has you in such a vulnerable position”. Leo continued and spunked in my ass which by this time after the AIDS Skeleton had finished trying to get a rise from my cock had given up and stepped back to enjoy the show. My ass was a fluid mess. My cock which had been so hard at the start of this just a short time ago was holding on like a butterfly in a gale force wind. Leo came and left, replaced by other cocks. Some of these were people I did not recognize which would be understandable due to the darkness and circumstances the last time I was here. I lost count of the number of loads, but distinctly remembered at least 11 new people. Some of whom also stayed for a second round. I wondered if Leo was pulling random people off of the street to fuck me? This had to have lasted for hours but time was slippery. I looked at my watch which said 14:30, the succession of cocks ended. My T shirt had been used as a cum rag. I had choked a few times on large cocks but could not recall any panic moments, I put on my running shorts over my cummy ass and genitals pulling my board shorts over that. “Next Item on the agenda” Leo said, “Hope you are not too sore for a walk. Leave your B-Bag, it is fine where it is”. And we went off walking at an angle away from the Marine Barracks and Navy Yard area towards the DC Armory and RFK Stadium. I was carrying my shirt hoping it would dry out some. When we had walked almost a mile, I stopped in my tracks guessing our destination but could not fathom a reason why we were going towards Congressional Cemetery. Leo stopped and just looked at me. He said, “does your word mean so little to you”? He scoffed and turned continuing on. I considered walking away but eventually followed Leo through the gates. Leo’s stern demeanor was replaced by a tour guide/Docent personality. Those columns to our left are where the famous DC Madam and her sister are buried. She ran a whorehouse on what is now the Capitol Mall and serviced the sinners and pious politicians with equal vigor. We walked down the main drag and turned right at the Chapel. This was the old Parish Church and down here on the left is the famous Marine John Phillip Sousa who is supposed to have said that he can’t march if he can’t hear the boys in the band. I don’t know about that one, but he did say: ..” Dance as though no one is watching. Love as though you've never been hurt. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth”.. This was the reason I had been hesitant to come here, I knew of this place because the Roadies would set up got the Marine Band here when they would do periodic in-Cemetery performances. Leo continued “I know why you do not want to enter a cemetery. Everyone has their demons, but you’re tilting at imaginary windmills. To fear a thing, is to give that thing power over you. There is power here, but it is not what you think. He motioned to walk back past the chapel. As we approached an intersection Leo continued. “There are plenty of Gays and Lesbians buried here as well as the rest of the LGBTQ+ community. There is no one father of the Gay Rights Movement, but several are right here on this corner. Leonard Matlovitch selected his memorial with care and selected the position to give a last fuck you to the government bureaucrats that made his life of service along with his fellow gay service members a living hell”. I looked and read his stone: “When I was in the Military, they gave me a medal for Killing Two Men and a discharge for loving one”.. Look up and few headstones and you will see the headstone of Clyde Tolson, man bro and constant man companion of J. Edgar Hoover who is a few more plots up this row. The pivot girl of the FBI has a fence around his plot - ostensibly to keep people from pooping on his grave. If you ask me, it would be a waste of poop. That small headstone is for one of the other fathers of the Gay Rights movement. PFC Kameny served in WWII. All in all, over 35 people have been buried here in the gay corner to reinforce the message that gay is good message. Leo spoke again “Across the path is the joint plot of Barbara Gittings and Kay Lahausen. Barbara was instrumental in getting the American Psychiatric Association to remove the criterion of homosexuality as being a mental disease or condition. Some of the people buried here died from AIDS or medical conditions arising from early HIV treatments and medications. I have been in your shoes, not willing to end it myself but otherwise living a self-destructive life. The object lesson here is that having a positive impact has nothing to do with any particular bug you might pick up. More young men have taken that advice and benefited from it than have ignored it. I would like to add you to my win Talley, but the choice is yours”. I walked back with Leo in silence leaking cum from my ass. Leo continued. “Some people I know plan out their poz bugchase and it is a beautiful thing, but once they catch it, they have to change gears and find a new goal. If however they work on exploring sex and/or relationships, mix in a little spice, and always push their limits there is always a new goal and a new motivation. These gays live positively regardless of HIV status”. That choice is yours. Thanks for enduring an uncomfortable walk, and an uncomfortable topic. What do you think”? I was silent for a bit, then asked Leo “do you think the guys can get another round of loads into my ass”? Which made Leo laugh. “That’s the Spirit! Gung Ho”. We went back to the group and I continued on into the bushes and lay back on my kit bag enjoying the last of the sun on my body. I would have kicked off my running shoes but I was so tired I thought I might have trouble getting them on again. There was a rustle in the brush and the AIDS skeleton came though. Hi Mike, I’m Doug, we met earlier in a biblical sense. I heard Leo introduced you to some of my friends at the Congressional. He knelt and straddled my chest, his cock on my lips, I hummed a uhhuh and opened for him and suckled. Doug’s voice was gentle and soft. “Leo says you are expanding your horizons as well as your hole. Would you like to explore more”? I bobbed my head yes. He rose, reversed and lowered his ass on my mouth. I was surprised and excited. My excitement grew as he leaned forward into a 69 position. His ass flexed and his cuntlips – (they could not have been confused with a rosebud anymore blossomed a bit). I sniffed and explored with my tongue, then pressed deeper. Doug started sucking harder I felt my legs being lifted from behind then held by Doug. Without seeing my other lover, as soon as his cock touched my asslips I knew it was Devon. I sealed my lips around Doug’s ring and started sucking the cum out of his hole. Doug shuddered and moaned, Yes baby, suck that toxic load out and make it your own. He gave a yip of delight as I started humming while rimming, running the edge of my tongue around the ruffled edges of his cunt lips. My senses were heady, the musk intoxicating, something inside my head was screaming in horror and revulsion, but for now, I was a cat lapping cream out of a cup. Devon said “looks like we got a new piggy, Oink”. Doug sucked harder pulling the dregs out of my balls and Devon shot his load as my ass involuntarily clenched. The train of cocks continued and I became dark. Lights came on pointed at the overpass and a bullhorn announced this area was being cleared and trespassers were subject to arrest. As soon as Doug rose up, Devons cock was gone from my ass. My heart skipped a beat, I experienced an adrenaline burst grabbed my PT shorts and jumped through the bushes opposite the activity. I scratched the hell out of my pecker, thighs and ass. I suppose I am lucky that I did not catch my nutsack on a post or stake. I was on the other side of the culvert, fell, rolled, jumped up and kept running. A block away I realized I was buck naked except for my runners and thanked god that I had not lost the shorts. I stopped, put on the shorts, and started a jog back to the sally gate. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my ribcage. ..Not the end..

No, but totally will to give it a go

Thanks for this question. There are "bottoms", and then there are cumdumps. The second - the cumdumps - are bottoms, of course - but they're also so committed to their skills that they find total satisfaction in servicing cock after cock after cock. They are very special men - men who have embraced their lusts to the ultimate degree - entirely embracing who and what they are, and that's achieving a successful life. They truly love themselves for their ongoing commitment to servicing hard raw cocks, one after another after another after another - secure in their sense of self-worth. They simply know that it's answering their calling, and find fulfillment in that calling. They are literally "in love' with who they have become, and why they've become so. Cumdumps don't give a rats ass about all the other facets of the lives of those they service. They care only that they service as many men as they possibly can as often as they possibly can. When there's a hard raw cock up their sperm-holes, it's because they need the load - not because some other guy else needs to pump it up their guts. A true cumdump has the most flavorful, tasty, lovely hole than other men. Eating out a cum-filled hole is one of the true joys of life, before adding one's own sperm to the mix. There is another, more ethereal facet to what a cumdump has to offer, which is connection to every other Top that has bred the hold prior. What could possibly be more "connective" for a Top, dedicated to his own lusts, than tasting/consuming/ "connecting with" the sperm of his (unknown) brothers that have already sated that particular hole? It's hardly all that different from a cocksucker that loves sucking off cock after cock after cock. The thrilling difference is, the essence, the sperm, of all the previous cocks is still there, inside the cumdump's gut. And, by extension, all the men that have ever pumped their sperm up that hole. In that sense, we're all literally "connected" - across national boundaries, across oceans between us, with no possible divisions amongst us.

I second that

Whenever I read a story like this, I wonder what happens after. So time passes, the twink gets used a few more times; is finally poz and faced with man after man begging for his charged load.... How does that play out???

The risk is less than most seem to know. I rawfucked for decades, caught a few other STI's but by fucking, HIV eluded me.