All Activity

i tend to agree. but thats me. i'd have let him rape me on day 1 and respected him as a man for it. but clean his house, let him control my $? fuck that shit. if he's not fucking my ass he can fuck right off. 😜 tbh this never passed the smell test for me but i lean pessimist by most of the "i need advice" posts on here. i also wonder if this isn't part of the rollplay. the wait, the fear, the ultimatum, then the inevitable rape and true ownership. is this anal edging?

Interestingly, although this post is almost 9 years old now, the answers seem to be remarkably similar. Most of us have figured out that the fuckapps are fading in viability, and the guys that don't live in/near a major metro area are suffering for it. I read posts / replies about how lucky a guy feels that an assignation actually did work out, and I feel sorry for guys that have nothing but the fuckapps to depend on for sex. Frankly, BZ is the closest thing to a *real* cruise-app than the old ones are these days.

On that final point, right or wrong that argument didn't work for Noriega, so I doubt it will work for Maduro.

Yes, Slammer Ft. L. does, however they run out of lockers fairly early in the evening. They also have small lockboxes (wallets, keys, etc). Some guys just strip, fold /stack their clothes in some corner, and hope for the best. I wouldn't do that, but ... I've never been to the Slammer out west, so I can't comment on any difference between the two.

Chapter 22: Darkness on the Edge of Town City Streets. 21:02 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Elias drove like a madman through the city to reach St. Barton’s cemetery. As he did so, his mind was racing, flooded with images of smilers and Tex and his squadmates, and theories about what might be going on. He imagined a multitude of awful scenarios of events that had no basis in fact, and were only the conjurings of a panicked mind. “He’ll be fine, and stop thinking of the worst,” Elias kept telling himself as he drove. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Finally, the large iron gate that fronted the cemetery came into view, and Elias felt like time was slowing down as he approached it. Parking the car in a convenient accessible spot, he turned off its engine, and practically leapt from the car. Tex was already coming toward him from the gate, looking shaken but otherwise normal. Elias took a mental sigh of relief as he saw that his friend was unharmed and had not become a smiler. “Thank fuck you’re here, Eli,” Tex said gratefully. “Are you hurt?” Elias asked quickly. “No, the thing didn’t touch me at all.” “Good. I don’t want to see you get hurt, too. Tell me what happened.” Tex recounted the bizarre sequence of events: Dr. Grant’s odd behavior, the discovery of Pixel’s data drive, the encounter at the cemetery, and the abrupt abduction that left Tex with no real answers. As he spoke, Elias kept getting flashes of things that he took to be the product of an overactive imagination – one involved a nightclub. Another was a convenience store. And a third showed him something involving an EMT crew. The images would flash across his brain for only an instant, leaving him with echoes that he couldn’t understand. As they poured in, Elias kept forgetting to listen to Tex’s story, but Tex didn’t seem to notice that he didn’t have his friend’s full attention. Elias put his cold hand to his forehead as if a headache was coming on. Tex took the gesture to mean that Elias was processing all his details. “What are we going to do?” Tex finally asked. Elias shook off the last of the strange visions. “Do you have your gun?” “In the glove compartment.” Elias pulled his jacket open to one side to show his own weapon. “We’re going to stop them. There’s… been a new development.” Tex blinked once, and his face went slightly slack. “Aw, hell, what now?” Whatever the news was, it was going to be bad. “I heard the voice again right before you called. Whoever is leading the smilers has started mobilizing them. If they’re not stopped tonight, the whole city could be overrun with smilers by morning!” “Shit. Then we better get going.” Tex and Elias started moving toward Elias’s car. “But where are they going? Do you know their plans?” Elias inhaled sharply before speaking. “I have some ideas. Been getting glimpses of what they’re doing. Most of it seems to center around downtown and the warehouse district. I’m going to start with downtown, see if I come across any of them.” “I’ll come, too.” “No, I think we ought to split up,” Elias objected. “Covers more ground that way. You can at least warn people if one of them shows up. You know what to look for, but civilians don’t.” Tex weighed this, and nodded his head, though he wasn’t sure about the idea of separating again. “All right. That’s probably better. The more lives we can protect, the better. My car’s over there.” Tex pointed in the direction of his earlier parking. “Great. Call me if you discover anything.” Elias hesitated before re-entering his vehicle, and turned back to look Tex square in the eye. “Even if it’s one of our team, don’t hesitate to shoot him.” “Shoot to kill?” “Only if you absolutely must. We’re soldiers. We know what we sign up for. But self-preservation takes priority. Trevor would kill me if something happened to you.” He embraced his friend, aware that it might be the last time they see each other. Tex accepted the gesture, and said nothing. When the embrace was broken, Elias heard the voice again. He’s vulnerable. You’re alone. Breed him now! It would be so easy. Just tell yourself it’s your husband. Elias felt his manhood stir as he gazed on his friend. Nervous butterflies welled up in his gut as the sexual tension cried out for release. Elias felt a growl of lust grow in his chest. You can do it. It’s your mission, soldier! A small pool of saliva caught in Elias’s throat. He could just spit it out on Tex’s face, and start the mating process, and this would all be over for both of them. One little slip. Just open your mouth, and let him have it. It would not be your first time infecting. Elias prepared the slightly grey ball of slime for ejection, and in an impressive act of self-control, he spat it to one side, missing Tex completely. Tex looked at him with surprise and curiosity. “Smiler spit?” Tex enquired, already knowing his friend was near the precepice. “Plehh. Yeah. It’s gross. It’s like a sinus infection.” Tex recognized that as his cue to disappear before Elias lost all control. “I… uh… I’m just going to go now. Be safe, pardner.” With that, Tex turned and hurriedly rushed back to his own vehicle. His feet couldn’t get him there fast enough. A sudden flash in Elias’s brain had him staggering weakly, and without a doubt he knew exactly where he needed to go next. He could feel it: Zero begging, pleading not to be forced to go through with his attack as he could feel Zero’s jaws clamp down onto someone’s shoulder. Zero. Zero was a weak link in the chain. And he needed to act fast if he wanted to keep it that way. —----- Alleyway, Warehouse District. 21:22 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The music was the last sane thing he could hear. The heavy, pounding bass from the nightclub pulsed through the alleyway like a heartbeat — steady, human, normal. A reminder of life. Of people. Of safety. Mason clung to it mentally even as his body dragged the man—Matt, they’d called him Matt—farther and farther away. His nails dug into Matt’s wrist, grip iron-tight, muscles moving without permission. The stranger stumbled behind him, weak and shuddering from the infection-slime already working its way beneath his skin. No, no, no—stop—stop making me move him—stop making me hurt him— But Zero moved anyway. Each step carried him deeper into the alley, past dumpsters and rusted fire escapes, until the glow of neon faded and the thumping bass softened into a distant echo, then into silence. Concrete walls boxed them in. Night air sank cold teeth into his overheated skin. Shadows stretched long over the pavement. Zero stopped walking only when the music was completely gone. When the world was quiet enough for him to hear the sound inside his own skull. That awful, suffocating command. A pressure like an invisible fist tightening around the softest parts of his mind. Obey, Zero. The Alpha. The voice slid into him like hot wire, coiling around every nerve, every thought. Zero — Mason — gritted his teeth, body jerking as he attempted to resist. His spine arched involuntarily, muscles spasming, breath coming out in hitched bursts. He felt tears sting his eyes, not because of pain—even though the pain was unbearable—but because of the helplessness. “I don’t want this,” he whispered inside his own mind, the words barely forming through the static. “I don’t want to do this to him. I don’t want to hurt anyone else.” His brain pulsed in response — a psychic blow that made the edges of his vision blur. You exist to spread me. Use the gifts I have given you and follow my wishes willingly. Or I will make you hurt. The Alpha’s voice was a roar, but also a whisper under his skin. Mocking. Commanding. Triumphant. Zero clenched his jaw, fighting to stay himself. Fighting to remember anything that wasn’t this haze, this fire, this crawling pressure under his skull. Just breathe. Remember something else. Anything else— A flash. White lights. Sterile hallways. The cold metal of an examination table against his spine. Krell’s voice thanking him for his “service” as the infection needle slid beneath his skin. Another flash. Blood on the ground near the back of an ambulance. The horrified gasp of an EMT. The man’s face — young, terrified — as Zero’s body lunged without warning. Zero felt nausea twist through him. God. No. No, I hurt him. I hurt him— He remembered the bite. The taste of copper. The sickening slicing of skin giving way. But he also remembered—dimly, desperately trying to hold onto the thought—that he had angled himself away from the EMT’s throat at the very last second. Using whatever remnants of control he had to avoid the major vessels. Avoid killing him. Please be okay, he begged silently. Please. His shoulders shook. Matt groaned faintly behind him, the man’s legs barely holding him upright. Zero turned to look at him — and for a moment, Mason surged up in his own body, horrified at what he saw. The bite marks on Matt’s shoulder were already darkening. The edges pulsed faintly as the infection spread. The man’s breath came in soft, broken whimpers, half-conscious, helpless. Zero reached out, trembling, wanting to support him, to keep him from falling— But the Alpha shoved his thoughts aside like sweeping dust. He is yours. Complete it. Add him to our ranks. Zero’s knees buckled. He collapsed halfway, catching himself on one hand, the other still locked around Matt’s wrist. His head dropped, hair falling into his face, breath shuddering through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to,” he whispered internally, biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. “I don’t want this. I don’t want to be this.” The Alpha’s laughter pulsed like a migraine. Your desires are irrelevant. You were made to obey. Krell may have done it wrong, but you are mine regardless. A choking sound tore from Mason’s throat. His mind throbbed, vision going white at the edges as the Alpha tightened its psychic grip. Matt sagged against him, weak and pliant. Zero caught him reflexively—and hated himself for how instinctual the movement felt. For how natural the Alpha made all of this seem. “N-not him,” Mason begged inside his head. “Please—anyone but him—” The Alpha ignored the words. Ignored the tears. Ignored the humanity. The pressure increased. Zero’s back arched sharply. He slapped a palm against the concrete wall to stay upright. Matt slid partially down, barely conscious. Finish it. Make him ours, Zero. NOW. Zero bit down on a sob, trying desperately to anchor himself to anything that was his. His name. His memories. His reason. Mason Hawke. Mason Hawke. I’m Mason Hawke— But the Alpha crushed the thought instantly, like grinding glass under its heel. His body twitched violently. Matt stirred weakly, reaching out a trembling hand toward Zero, eyes unfocused. That single human gesture — instinctive, reaching for help — nearly shattered Mason. No. Please. Don’t touch me. I can’t stop myself. Please. Please… run… But Matt couldn’t run. And Zero couldn’t stop. And the Alpha whispered triumphantly in the bleeding ruin of his mind. The alleyway felt like it existed outside of time. Once the club’s pulsing bass faded into nothing, the darkness pressed in around them, thicker and more suffocating with every passing second. Mason could still sense the faint echo of neon lights flickering somewhere behind him, but here, in this deeper pocket of shadow, the world narrowed to only two things: the burning in his veins and the limp, fever-warm weight of Matt’s body against his own. Matt clung to him without strength, his fingers curling weakly in the torn front of Zero’s suit. His breath came in shallow, trembling bursts, and the infection was already beginning to twist his reactions — making him seek contact, heat, anything to ease the overwhelming internal wildfire consuming him. When Matt lifted his head to look at him, his eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. He wasn’t fully conscious, but he wasn’t unconscious either; caught in some agonizing, feverish middle ground. “Please…” Matt whispered, the word slipping out of him like a breath he hadn’t meant to release. His voice was slurred, desperate, soft in a way that made Mason’s chest ache. “Don’t… don’t go… feels too hot… I need something… I need you in me…” Zero froze, but the Alpha didn’t hesitate. A psychic pressure tightened inside his skull with an almost physical force, urging him to act, pushing him forward like a marionette pulled by invisible strings. Mason tried to force his muscles to still, to create space between their bodies, but the Alpha’s command overrode him instantly, sending a tremor down his spine and compelling his hands to settle on Matt’s hips, pulling him closer. Inside, Mason recoiled. He begged. He pleaded. He told the Alpha that Matt wasn’t choosing this — that he wasn’t thinking clearly, that he was infected and fever-delirious. But the Alpha dismissed every thought with cold indifference, focusing only on the primal need to spread itself further. A voice that felt like hot wire wound tight around Mason’s mind repeated its command with delight in his helplessness. In his arms, Matt trembled, his body arching subtly toward the contact. “Please,” he murmured again, more breath than voice, “I’m burning…” Mason felt his throat close. He didn’t want this. Not like this. Not with someone who wasn’t in their right mind — someone he was supposed to protect, not violate. But his hands kept moving, numb and mechanical, as if detached from him entirely. The Alpha’s mental grip tightened, squeezing out any resistance he tried to muster, forcing him to prepare Matt in the way the infection demanded. His fingers shook as he touched the waistband of the torn spandex suit, and when Matt shuddered in response, the Alpha pulsed a note of satisfaction through his mind. Tears blurred Mason’s vision before he realized he was crying. He pressed his forehead to Matt’s shoulder, trying to find some part of himself that would still listen to reason, some part that hadn’t been drowned out by the infection’s influence. Matt sagged against him, barely able to support his own weight, his breath hitching in small, pained gasps that made Mason’s heart twist further. He whispered internally to the man in his arms — apologies, pleas, promises he couldn’t keep — anything to feel like he wasn’t completely gone. But the Alpha continued pushing, relentless and cruel, punishing any attempt to stop or slow down with spikes of searing psychic pain. Mason’s grip tightened involuntarily as the Alpha forced his next movement. Zero’s head dipped down, almost in shame and guilt as he slowly began to pull Matt’s black spandex pants down over his ass, watching as he seemed to arch into his touch. With one smooth motion, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard and throbbing cock, and quickly spit in Matt’s face, watching as he seemed to relax more. “At least it won’t hurt for you like it did me.” Zero whispered to himself, swallowing thickly as he gently rubbed the man’s back. He pulled Matt’s hips to his own and in one hard motion, breeched his ass and methodically began to fuck him, feeling as his cock began to leak inside the warm tight confines of the man’s ass. Refusing to focus on the feeling around his cock, the pleasured murmur in his mind from the Alpha, the way his balls seemed to ache with the need for release into the now-willing flesh underneath him. He tried desperately to ignore how Matt groaned and sighed, sounding like his world was now complete with the monster Mason had become claiming his body for infection. His awareness seemed to fracture as he went through the motions. His consciousness receded into a tight, shaking corner inside himself while his body acted on a script he never would have chosen. He sobbed openly now, forehead pressed against Matt’s fever-hot skin, each breath a tremor. He felt the Alpha surge again, a dark wave of triumph as it sensed completion approaching. “Please…” Mason begged inside his own mind, though he had no idea who he was speaking to anymore. “Someone… stop me… please…” And then something shifted in the air. A faint sensation, like weight displaced. Like a presence intruding. Mason felt it before he heard it — a crackling tension brushing against the edges of his awareness. A voice followed, sharp and familiar, cutting through the haze like a blade. “ZERO! STEP AWAY FROM HIM.” Zero jerked violently, his entire body recoiling even before he registered the source. He lifted his head, tears streaming down his face, and saw a silhouette framed at the mouth of the alley — tall, steady, gun raised with unwavering certainty. Elias Kade. Reaper. Aiming a gun with tense hands squarely at him. Recognition hit Mason with brutal force. Relief, shame, longing, panic — all tangled inside him like barbed wire. His lips parted, and a broken, grateful sound escaped him before he could stop it. “E… Elias…” Saying the name felt like touching a live wire. The Alpha erupted inside him, enraged by the defiance, slamming agony through his skull so violently he nearly collapsed. His fingers spasmed, finally releasing Matt completely, letting the man slump onto the ground beside him. Mason fell with him, clutching his head, trembling uncontrollably as the Alpha punished him. Elias stepped closer, voice no longer sharp but cautious, steady, coaxing him back from the brink. “Zero… look at me. Stay with me. Let go of him and just listen to the sound of my voice.” Mason curled inward, shaking, unable to stop the sobs tearing from him. He could barely hear Elias over the Alpha’s violent screaming in his mind. Until the voice changed. Softened. Shifted into something only one person ever said to him. “…Mason. Please. I know you don’t want to do this.” The world stilled. Something inside Zero cracked wide open. With a desperate, guttural breath, he dragged himself toward the sound he’d been aching for, the tether he needed more than air. He surged forward, collapsing into Elias’s arms with the last of his strength, burying his face against the man’s chest as the Alpha reeled in fury. Elias caught him without hesitation, arms tight, grounding him in a way nothing else could. The moment Zero collapsed against Elias, the Alpha screamed. It wasn’t sound — not in the physical sense. It was a pressure, a violent psychic wail that clawed at the inside of Mason’s skull, trying to wrench control back, furious at his act of rebellion. His body convulsed, muscles tightening in jerks as if someone had jammed live wires beneath his skin. Elias tightened his hold, grounding him with steady strength. “Zero—Mason—look at me. We have to move. Now. The cops will be here any second and they’ll call the paramedics to help him. He’ll be okay.” Mason nodded weakly, forehead still pressed against Elias’s shoulder, his clawed fingers clutching the fabric of Elias’s coat like a lifeline. He knew the Alpha was only seconds away from forcing his body to lash out. He could already feel the twitch in his limbs — the subtle beginning of a command he didn’t want to obey. To attack his friend and incapacitate him. “I’ll go,” Mason rasped. “Just… don’t let go. Please don’t let go.” Elias swallowed hard, something flickering in his expression, and eased Mason upright. He kept one arm around him, the other raised with the gun firmly trained on Zero’s center mass. He moved with the caution of someone approaching a bomb with a loose wire. And Mason didn’t blame him. He welcomed it. “Good,” Mason whispered, voice raw. “K-keep it pointed at me. If I change—if I snap—just do it.” “Don’t say that.” Elias’s voice was low but firm, strained by something deeper than fear. “Just keep talking to me. Stay here. Stay present.” Together they staggered out of the alley, Elias supporting most of Zero’s weight even as he kept the gun steady. Behind them, distant shouts echoed — security guards, club staff, frightened partygoers calling for help — but Elias guided them in the opposite direction, slipping into narrower, darker streets where no one would follow. Mason’s breath hitched as the Alpha hissed again inside his skull. Traitor. You will pay for denying me! For siding with that abomination! A spike of pain shot down his spine, forcing him to double over. Elias caught him, steadying him before he could collapse. Zero clung to him on instinct, fingers curling into Elias’s coat as another tremor ran through his body. “Easy,” Elias murmured, his voice rough with controlled urgency. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” “You don’t,” Mason whispered, shaking as he forced the words out. “He—It—The Alpha—he wants me to attack you. He’s screaming at me to turn around. Every time you touch me he gets louder.” Elias adjusted his grip, pulling Mason closer against his side as they hurried down another block. “Then hold onto me harder,” he said quietly. “If it keeps him out of your head, just do it.” Mason nodded and did just that. He pressed so close to Elias that their steps synced, his breath trembling against the collar of Elias’s jacket. And strangely — impossibly — the Alpha recoiled. The psychic pressure didn’t fade, but it shifted, disoriented, like the proximity to Elias disrupted its signal. “Eli…” Mason choked, voice barely audible. “Stay close. Please. It confuses him. It hurts him.” “Then I’m not going anywhere.” Another wave of agony hit Zero’s mind. This time he groaned aloud, pulling away just enough to brace himself against a brick wall. Elias’s gun tracked every movement, barrel unwavering, eyes sharp and pained at once. “Talk to me,” Elias commanded. “Stay with me, Mason. Don’t let him pull you under.” Zero shook with effort, using the wall to keep himself upright. “He’s telling me to bring you to him. To knock you out so he can bring you to his side. Over and over. He’s angry I didn’t finish—finish what he wanted with the man. He says you’re next. He says he’ll take my body and use it to—” His voice cracked. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Elias stepped closer slowly, the gun still up but his free hand hovering near Mason’s shoulder. “You won’t,” he said, though his voice trembled with the weight of uncertainty. “I trust you more than he does.” Mason huffed out a pained, broken laugh. “You shouldn’t.” “I should. And I do.” Another twitch rippled through Mason’s arm — a sharp jerk toward Elias. The Alpha testing its control. Zero sucked in a breath, slammed his fist into the wall to stop the motion, and cried out as pain radiated through his knuckles. “Keep it pointed at me,” he gasped. “If he takes over, don’t hesitate.” Elias’s jaw tightened, but he nodded once. “Understood.” They moved again, hurrying down the block. Mason leaned into Elias — clinging to him, using him as an anchor, as a shield, as the only thing that kept the Alpha from seizing his limbs completely. He could feel the Alpha pushing, stuttering, writhing in confusion each time Elias steadied him. It was almost like Elias’s presence created interference — like he was the only signal strong enough to weaken the Alpha’s hold. Finally, Elias slowed. “We’re almost there,” he said, breath visible in the cool air and looked back down the alley way at the crumpled form on the ground. Flashlights were now shining on it as indecipherable yells echoed across the buildings. “The car’s on the next street. The police found him and will get him to the hospital.” Mason nodded, trembling violently, sweat cold on his forehead. Every step felt like walking on a knife’s edge — one wrong move and the Alpha would shove him into a violent lunge. Elias must have known that, too, because he kept the gun raised until they reached a nondescript black sedan parked under a flickering streetlight. He opened the back door one-handed and guided Mason inside before sliding in right next to him. The gun never left his hand. He kept it trained on Mason even as the car door shut with a muffled thud. Mason collapsed sideways, pressing his forehead against Elias’s shoulder again, breath ragged. “Don’t stop pointing it at me,” he whispered. “Not until I say.” Elias swallowed, then nodded, adjusting his grip on the weapon. His other hand hovered a few inches away, hesitant but ready to steady Mason again if he faltered. Zero curled in closer, shaking uncontrollably. “I’m trying,” he whispered. “I’m trying so hard to stay myself.” “And I’m right here,” Elias said softly. “As long as you hold onto me, he doesn’t get to win.” Mason closed his eyes, clinging to the warmth of Elias’s presence like a dying man holding on to the last light he could still see.

Where is the next chapter?

Oh i absolutely love when a guy pisses in my ass, the feeling is so intense 😍

Thanks for the reply. I figured I would get a lot of impulse, quick type responses, so nice to see real information. I do see some groups have studied overseas medications and their ingredients.

Yes, that's fine (my Truvada Rx came from the same place). A lot of the big manufacturers of generic pharmaceuticals are in India.

Fucked up with classic porn? FOrrbbidden videos from all over the daarrkknneeet (cp, schooooool, lagooolly, night club, cuckold, incceessst, ex, public and more) in teee leeegrraaaam: wapp555

I recently had a prescription filled via TeleRx for prep and they sent me bottles from Camber Pharmaceuticals, Hetero Labs, based in India. Does anyone know if this is legit?

I hope this is not controversial or offensive to anyone but I am having a hard time understanding the seemingly increasing number or oral and "side" guys. At least where I live, PrEP is widely accessible and ofc condoms you can get pretty much anywhere, if you're worried about STDs. And sure, I get that some younger guys would want to start off slow, but the side profiles usually belong to men late 20s and up. Given the name of this website I'm probably preaching to the converted (no pun) but I would choose anal over oral 7 days a week. That there is even a market for TheBlowers is somewhat puzzling to me.

And even then, if the poz guy wants to risk his own health, he will have to take a med holiday for several weeks to build up a viral load.

i suspected you would take that stance re social welfare and healthcare and i think your response demonstrates the point of how different people see, and respond to, the same word differently. We all have a degree of egocentricity that convinces us we are 'right, good, etc.," and we've learned to find and group with others that grows our egocentricity to ethnocentricity. i think dissent on topics has merit, even when there is disagreement, if each can appreciate the person behind the view. We live in a world where others might have a contrary point of view. That "world" has always been, but now we all have to figure out a way to live together with tech like nuclear weapons vs earlier times when we only had rocks to throw at each other. So, to my original comments, the goals of: "peace, goodness, kindness, inclusion" are all pursued in a process of sitting down with each other and attempting to communicate and connect... come close enough to center for all concerned vs simply imposing our version of "good" on another, where the national version of that can lead to things like war, death, destruction.... i think this involves our discussion in another thread What is the Answer/s where you asked (and later modified) "Do you believe in the individual or the collective." To which i responded (essentially) that i see both as reality we have to deal with. i figure "centrist" is as good as it gets, and i see it as the ideal goal of democracy. Though, from where i sit, "center" will be fluid and different because of our individuality, while collectively we might come to a more centrist, 'inclusive' place to work from.

Meh these many under educated people in the age of Prep and doxy PEP. Being someone poz should only matter for anyone if he wants to get pozzed.

very much agree - i come back to re-read it constantly @1981virginia always gets me off

Yes, I love the same themes in a story.

I've never even heard of The Blowers. I'm more interested in anal anyway, so Sniffies is my clear choice. I've had some success with it, but like most sites it has a lot of flakes and uber picky and "sides" which don't interest me at all. And of course all sites around here have 10 bottoms for every top guy.

You handled the hetro sex chapter well, and it was super hot. Thanks for reminding me that I'm bi!