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Probably this sort of disclosure would have pre-empted any sort of replies about the topic at all. I would think that @drscorpio deleting my posts (which were very much focused on this story and not a discussion of AI in porn/porn writing at large) would send the message "No critiques of authors' work appreciated" since everyone here is contributing voluntarily, but you can see those sorts of responses on numerous stories on this board, so that's not quite right... and @Radek78's post remaining above also indicates that it's not a "no-detractors-allowed" policy being enforced either... So that just leaves me with confusion as to what, exactly, caused my posts to be deleted; in absence of any sort of forum rules about what constitutes thread "hijacking" it feels like that mod's stance is "no detractors of AI allowed" ? Or maybe something else. But, since my posting about this story elicited the comment above from the author, which apparently doesn't constitute hijacking of his own thread in and of itself, I am left with wondering why my posts were over the line when they were on-topic and led to more posting about the use of AI in porn in the same thread? Sorry for the constructive contribution and alternative take to the desirability of AI-generated content. Author, thanks for your reply and statement on the matter, best of luck to you.

Loving the story, loving the detail

I play pretty well with other bottoms and pretty much tske charge and dominate them

Being a faggot first it would be part of it for me to be in bed with another male whether it be top or another faggot bottom as long as it is mutual togetherness and not just so they could suck me and not let me suck them....

All loads welcome 🙂

As a vers btm, I love playing with other fag btm, especially if they are are sub and fem. Years ago when I was in my 20's I moved in to live as an apartment-mate with my then coworker and his BF at the time. My ex-coworker was the bottom and his BF was a vers top. They were in an open relationship and very soon we were 3some FB. The top BF very much enjoyed having 2 bottoms servicing him at home and when he is not around, my ex-coworker and I would have our own fun.

Sniffies you can change the location accuracy on the map, so guys are not necessarily where they show up. I do that just because I am in a rough neighborhood and have judgey neighbours; not everyone needs to know where I live or what I am doing. I don't throw it as far off as possible but I do put it a few blocks over.

AuthWhores note: Fear not, I love this story as it has taken me over and has me addicted to the thread. I am obviously a nutcase for running two stories at once. But some things that occur to me but will not work in one thread seem to fit right into the other. - So it is possible, very possible that someone is pulling my strings. The ends have already been written, spinoffs mapped, but I have a lot of dots to connect before then. I plan to have a nice pause point in the can before I go to California for Labor Day. Cali is a technical heaven but I do not know what hotspot coverage is like near Big Bear. Watch the skies!

Please breed this mature gent in London and Manchester.

Auth-Whores Note: The fair warning on PTSD suffers applies. If you are like me (sometimes) and surf through till the sex starts then scan through till the next section. If you are a civilian, a Sister Service Vet, or a Marine who appreciates just how much the universe fucks with us, this section is for you. Hopefully T4 will make up for any missing pecker tracks in this section. Enjoy. .Continued... T3 My Uncle was saying something about going towards the light but someone else kept interrupting him. The rude interrupter was saying look at the light, follow the light with your eyes but the light was waving left and right, up and down. I felt like I was going to hurl. I closed my eyes and mumbled ‘enough already’. There were people around me, it looked like the interruptions were coming from a guy in a lab coat. Do you know where you are? I hazarded a guess “flat on my ass in the clinic”? I closed my eyes again and started a sit up. Woah Marine, just lay back, I’m going to get your vitals again. “Mike, can you see this paper? Please sign it if you can”. “How do you know my name”? The guy in the lab coat pointed at the form. “My name is Dr. Burroughs, it looks like you are back with us now. Your episode was a real attention getter in the reception area, great way to move to the head of the line but I know now it was not an act. Normally, you would be in a DC Fire Ambulance right now, but when one of our staffers looked at your paperwork and found your Common Access Card, he realized you would likely put up a fuss. I noted some indications of dehydration. Your ripped state is another thing. Normal derm fat is a natural shock absorber for more than just your ass so I broke a rule and stuck you with a saline IV. Now, there are some rules I have to follow and cannot break, and he asked a series of questions as to date, time, place, who my Commander in Chief was, etc. One more question, have you been thinking of harming yourself or others? I answered no, but could not avoid the pause (which he of course noted); and you are here for? “PEP!, I need PEP!” I blurted. Ok, there are some unanswered questions here, Do you know the HIV and or other STI status of the partner that prompted you to come in and when did this encounter happen”? “Maybe HIV positive and day before yesterday” I answered. Doc Continued “And the number of encounters”? I just stared blankly at him. “Mike, can I call you Mike? I really should know, it could have a pertinent bearing. Was it more than One”? I nodded. “Two”? I glared. “Three”? I hung my head and said “12, OK? Twelve but some of those were more than once. Happy now”? The doc looked at me and said “Mike, this is serious, if you were assaulted, I need to know. I also served and thank you for your service by the way, I should have said that earlier. You are not the first Marine to seek our services and you will not be the last, but if you were assaulted, I have to know”. “NO! I was NOT assaulted”. OK, easy, lets do a few things here. He turned to his assistant and asked for a kit. There are a couple of rapid tests for HIV, for an exposure like this it will only show if you have HIV antibodies now. Lay your hand flat on the counter please. This is only a little prick and he proceeded. The other type of rapid test is a swab of your cheek. Because of other possible exposures, we are going to do a comprehensive STD kit. Any time we do an IV, we normally do a small draw of blood for these testing purposes, the pull we normally do when doing an IV in situations like yours - namely passing out will suffice. Even if some of the flush is in the sample, the lab can see what it needs to. I see you are shaking some, is this normal for you”? I shook my head. “No? It is understandable. Some information and situational realizations can cause shock. From what you have told me so far, I believe this qualifies. I need you to use this cup and try to get more than a half inch of urine in it. He handed me a sample cup, two packages and two test tubes. This is an oral swab holding a package, it is a stick with a swab. This one does not go between check and gums, this needs to touch the back of the throat. Be slow and gentle. You don’t want to poke around back there. You could gag or poke into tissue. It goes in cotton swab first to the back of the throat. Once done, remove it, stick the swab end into this tube (careful, it has a solution in it that can spill), snap off the extra stem that does not fit in the tube and recap it. Same thing on the other swab but it goes up your butt. Take your time you do not want to cause any additional trauma. He pointed me to the restroom, and I did the sample cup and the swabs. As I returned, the Doc continued. We’ll have these results back Tomorrow or Friday morning. Now, for PEP, there is funding via a government/pharma partnership for Post Exposure Prophylaxis. For individuals who engage in risky sex, or have a protective measure like a condom break on them there is Post Exposure Prophylaxis PEP. That has to be administered within a short time window after exposure. It has been found to inhibit HIV from replication and helps the body in reducing exposure and preventing infection that overwhelms the body’s defensive immune system. We are towards the end of the window where these have been shown to be effective, so here is a cup of water I want you to take one of these pills now and he watched me take it. He handed me the bottle. This is a 30-day regimen. After that, we can transition to Pre Exposure measures which contain a lighter dosing of what you have minus the added binary meds. PEP is a binary combination of PrEP and a stronger medication. This can be confusing but your paperwork will include an information pamphlet. Read it please! You take one pill a day for 30 days. Your info on your intake form is correct? Yes?, you will be called if another STI/STD is detected that merits Doxy or other Treatment. Those treatments are only used when needed since unnecessary antibiotic prescriptions can breed resistant infection strains. If needed, you will get a prescription notification by Tomorrow or Friday at latest. We need to schedule you to come back for another STI Comprehensive test in two weeks. We will check liver and kidney function and compare it to the baseline that will be generated by this current round of testing. You will get your initial bottle of PrEP to start only after the PEP regimen is finished. I know this is a lot to absorb. In particular, this organization was started to assist people when confronted by overwhelming medical, psychological, social challenges and stigmas. While not a necessary component of PEP after action treatment there are highly recommended counselling resources that we offer as well as the extensive Patient Care Team Coordinators at the Veterans Administration for LGBTQ+ and Gender Diverse Veterans. Marines live by acronyms, but the Doc had said Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, and questioning along with gender and diverse. I was unable to recall it ever being said before directed in m y direction. My mind wandered - Had I really asked my Uncle to Poz me? Had I used the term privately or mentally? I started to feel a flush of heat as I turned red. Had I asked a man to fuck me harder under the overpass? “Mike? The doc asked. You look a little flush. As I said the enormity of processing this type of information besides the possible infection exposure is significant. When added together, it can be overwhelming. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you will follow the PEP regimen. Countless lives and collective losses to all humanity are wrapped up in this band aid bottle. Will you follow the regimen without deviation? I looked him in the eyes and replied “yes Doctor”. Doc continued “Second to last thing, some (not all) people taking this medical regimen experience varying degrees of gastrointestinal discomfort and or results. There is a lot wrapped up in these tablets. You can pick any time of day to take your dose, but I recommend taking your dose at bedtime or dinnertime to minimize the effect during the day. Now, last thing. How did you get here? When he learned that I had walked, he suggested a taxi or transportation service. All this concrete is a glaring solar oven even on nice days. Outside, Mike looked at his phone shading the screen from the glare. He headed towards the National Mall. There was beauty and history in a capitol vista surrounded by the mundane. One location that was on his to-see list was the Smithsonian museum campuses on the Mall. Mike was never really into Dinosaurs and core required studies in high school besides math and sports were sort of boring. Unthinking he went to the Air and Space Museum but reversed and exited hastily. What was he thinking? It had been hard enough to board a commercial flight to DC, unthinkingly going inside the A&SM, he was back in the water, in the dark, unable to help or render aid to his officers, not looking out for his crewmate, knocked senseless and not even able to help himself. He sat in the shade and eventually the shakes faded away and he felt better. Post incident counselling was not optional in any branch of the DoD, so Mike knew this was survivors’ guilt along with a complete seabag full of troubles. He had been trained in techniques and issued tools to mentally allow him to continue to do his duty. But today, he was off duty, he had done what he intended to do and was faced with the monumental choice of ‘what now’? Mike was a checklist sort of person by training and he was already in the Department of Veterans Affairs local VISN computer as a result of his medical hold. An impulse prompted him to take the advice given to him at the clinic. He called the VISN-5 DC VA Medical Center Main Line and asked for the LGBTQ+ PACT Coordinator number. The operator kept asking what? Even with his previous shakes this was a topic of ‘normality’ and settled him down further. He was used to getting the run around. He said thanks and hung up. A quick google search and he had a point of contact. He dialed the number mentally composing his voicemail and was startled when a human answered. He rearranged his questions: Is this the Gay PACT Coordinator for DC Region? She answered yes. I’m a Veteran and was told you might have some counselling or group sessions available? I’m already in your system. Can I get your last name and last 4 of your SSN please? Mike knew to remain polite; he had heard horror stories of VA staff retaliating against Vets by reporting them for disruptive behavior. Mike took a deep breath and asked again, first, I would just ask, “are those programs even available”? He felt he might already have the answer with her non-answer. She replied, “many of our Vets have requested such services and we are looking into it”. I countered, “how long has this been”? “Since the Obama Administration” she replied. Thank you and I hung up. I was wondering if I had just screwed up and my phone rang showing Washington DC Medical Center. I exclaimed Fuck! Which got me some looks by passersby and declined the call. It rang again and I blocked the number. I had not provided my name and certainly not the last 4 of my SSN, but I was enough of a geek to know my name was on my voicemail and realized my info was also attached to my phone number so I blocked theirs before they could leave a Message or hear my greeting. Today was not going so well. Marines who do drugs often become former Marines or felons. But there was the vice that had started this rodeo, I could use a beer or maybe a dozen. I googled DC Gay Bars and saw clubs that would not open for many hours, but one jumped out at him as being off of the beaten path. Following phone navigation, the tag line was correct. In the middle of a city block was a tiny brick building with parking, office and an apartment buildings on all 4 sides. He went in and it looked at first like any bar in an old repurposed building. There was a four-sided bar in the middle and stairs leading upstairs. A tired popcorn machine reminded Mike he had skipped chow the night before and had been too distracted to eat breakfast that morning. Probably, it was why he did a dirt dive at the clinic. He scooped a bag of popcorn, ordered a Blue Moon, devoured the popcorn, sucked on and ate the Orange and then chugged the beer. He asked for some ice water, very little ice, heavy on the water and ordered another beer. The water helped. The beer helped. He was able to remember happy times at the beach in Pensacola, trading comments with his classmates on girls in bikinis and the crass jokes Marines always had on tap. Thinking of girls in bikinis, his eyes drifted to a poster of a ripped stud – ‘Shirtless Men Drink Free - Thursdays 10:00 to 11:00’. The ‘crowd’ consisted of 6 people but new patrons were streaming in after work for happy hour. Mike had been paying as he went Forgetting to close a bar tab always resulted in a penalty regardless of what type of bar it was. Eventually Mike realized the bartender was asking a question. Another one? You, OK? Mike came to awareness, yes please, one more Blue Moon and a water and cut me off. Can you tell me about the shirtless night? He looked at my high and tight then back to my eyes. “Been going on for decades, that and underwear night”. The cups are moderate sized but the price is free. You keep up sliding the dollar tips and they’ll take really good care of you. His attention turned back down the bar and I finished my water and beer. I distractedly gave the thin bartender a wave when he was close enough, I said “another please” and he responded, I would love to take your money, but when a Jar Head tells me to cut him off, I consider it to be inspired words of wisdom from a Marine who knows when to say when. You want another water? No Thanks and thank you for looking out for me. I slid him another tip and walked out. Every Marine gets a taste of Squad Bays. For Enlisted men, this starts in Boot Camp and might or might not continue past Recruit Training into the Specialty Occupation training. That first visit to San Diego or Parris Island washes away the basic civilian concept or any punk expectation of privacy. Privacy to chill, privacy to think, privacy to masturbate, privacy is not appreciated until it is lost and then it hits hard. Mikes ‘A’ School in Pensacola where Marines Train side by side in integrated classes with Male and Female Sailors and Marines is a bit unique. Once a Marine Graduates Boot Camp having earned their EGA they are expected to act like Marines (but with a necessary amount of guidance). Sailors at Pensacola are limited in their ability to wear civies until they get some more guidance in A School. Housing billets for single enlisted service members in a garrison environment, or in a school environment can range from several roommates assigned to a room, down to a typical number of two occupants depending on rank and other factors. The era of the facility (when it was built) and how many renovations have occurred since then is a big factor in how many occupants to a room and the pairing up roommates. Senior officers and Senior Enlisted would normally have their own room. Middle and junior Marines would normally be paired with a Marine of equal rank when the room housed two but this did not always work out so well in fluid units and sections like medical hold. Back at the Barracks, I reflected that no matter how many renovations occurred, a squad ready room was necessary in cramped barracks. Yes, with laptops and TV’s in rooms, personal selection of streaming video or music was fine in your own room, but these rooms were necessary for a host of other things such as required training in sexual harassment and other subjects was known as ‘mandatory fun’. Tonight, they were streaming Kelley's Heroes with Clint Eastwood, Telley Savalas, and other stars. Marines love heckling Army movies. As I sat and watched for a moment some lines stuck in my head where the Oddball Tank Commander who I remembered from Animal House was chastising his mechanic crewmember who for some reason I recalled played the Love Boat Captain about never thinking positive thoughts. “Always with the Negative Waves Moriarty” when later lines again contained the words ‘Positive Thoughts’, I fled the rec room back to my room. I was trying to clear my head of sexual distractions the world kept throwing my way only to burst in on my naked roommate. I averted my eyes lest I be caught looking at things I should not. “What’s chasing you Mike”? Andy my Lance Corporal Roommate asked. He was a senior E-3, and normally I would be paired with another E-4 but we both tended to wake up yelling from dreams where we were drowning. So, this factor made us a roommate match. Andy had survived an Amphibious Combat Vehicle accident and in the few words we had shared he had been as helpless as I had been during my helicopter dunking. We both had agreed to not talk about it by simply avoiding the subject except for an occasional ‘dude, you OK?’ after a nightmare was marked by another scream waking his roommate. Besides that, I had a real situation developing. I had rarely gone this long a time without rubbing out a load since I graduated Recruit Training. I was careful as a classmate had been caught jacking off and he had the double bad luck of having a last name of Bates. He flunked out of the aviation training track a nervous wreck after a few weeks of Gangway or Clear a path for Master Sgt Bates. I’m not saying it was not funny, but I did not want to experience what he did Firsthand, so to speak. As for the catcalls that would follow me around if it became known I had taken on a bakers dozen of homeless trolls in a gangbang under the bridge was painful even as speculation and I tried not to think about it. With Andy in the room, my doing a ‘manual release/systems check’ in bed was impossible and I was afraid to perform a manual release in the Head for fear someone might hear. I was not certain I could stay silent. Just thinking about masturbation had my no longer virgin asshole throbbing. And my cock felt like it could shatter at the merest touch. Trying to keep my dirty mind in its sandbox and away from Images of Andy naked in our room, or the shirtless men drink free poster, I felt ready to explode. I tried thinking of girls at the beach in Pensacola, but those images always had hot guys nearby. I continued through my catalogue of memories until I remembered some church lady types and my boner fled. Keeping my hygiene kit ready if I needed to hide my boner again. I returned to my room. Andy was crashed in his sack snoring and I breathed a sigh of relief. There was a whiff, maybe a hint of ammonia smell. Had Andy jerked off during my torment? Bastard! Thursday morning, after pooping out an apparently multi-colored aquatic sea monster sponge which freaked me out a bit - I stepped on the scale in the shower room it showed 150 Lbs. Normally maintaining or losing weight is what we Marines strive for, but considering the path my ass had been skipping down lately with HIV+ Trolls it is call for some concern. Or maybe it was just lack of appetite and some shame and embarrassment plus forgetting to hydrate? I looked in the mirror, was I wasting or was I ripping? I wrestled with my imagination. Wasting into an AIDS Skeleton after half a week? That was horror movie stuff. Regardless, I selected a big breakfast in the chow line. Then I struck off back to the clinic to see what kind of counselling was available. I had no plans for dinner, so I went ahead and popped my PEP dose for the day. I was considering the VA info no matter how incompetent or inept they had seemed the day before but first I would try the clinic. I grabbed my beach bag that was basically a drawstring bag of lightweight blue nylon but had extra cords and could be worn like a knapsack with civvies and egressed the barracks before the muster. Corporals hanging around the Ready Room often got tasked with something, leave or no leave. I stopped by the 7-Day store/Marine Mart and bought some Gatorade and some bottled water and shoved them in the bag where an Amazon blister package would keep them cold longer. This time at the ground floor clinic entrance he was more confident and asked for the counselling intake section, that I had a referral and intake paperwork was started. Income – I had my Leave and Earnings Statement on my phone, I marked and noted in my history section my PTSD, Death of Family/Loved Ones, Sexual Trauma but then I scratched that out. Rather than just male/female selections there was a section on identity and pronouns. Mike was starting to think this might not be such a good idea. Medical History, Drug History, Alcohol, Emergency Contact I left blank. On an unscheduled visit, without an appointment I was prepared to wait for a long time but when I was called, it had been less than an hour. I saw I was being called by a thin man in Khakis and a polo shirt with close cut hair. That’s me and stood. “Great, My name is Logan, please follow me” and we went into in inner office cubicle with no windows. My discomfort was noted and Logan said “I know this is a little cramped, do you have a history of claustrophobia”? “Some, but this is fine” I replied. Logan Continued, “and how do you prefer to be addressed? You know my name and I identify as male”. While Logan was casually going through some papers, my expression change was noted. My thoughts changed from the internal comment ‘but was born Female’? To ‘Careful Mike’! I took breath, “Mike is fine”. “Mike, first I must cover a few guidelines. Everything you say here is strictly confidential, but there are exceptions and those are thoughts of self-harm or harming others. Have you ever desired to go to sleep and never wake up”? Mike took a deep breath and said, “Yes and no, and it was already medically noted in my medical records. I was in an aviation training accident. Both pilots were lost, I suffered head and other orthopedic injuries and would have also died if my crewmate had not saved me. Yes, I was depressed, Yes, I wondered why I survived, Yes, I have been diagnosed with PTSD. I’ve been told I am handling it ok and certainly would not be sitting here talking to you if I had previously thought of harming myself” It was at this point, I realized I had just likely screwed myself. Logan had been looking at me and allowed me to run-on without interruption. I wound down and finished off with “and my Gay Uncle just died”. Logan paused for a bit and said “That is a lot, I’m sorry for your loss, but there is also the matter of your asking for a regimen of Post Exposure Prophylaxis. You stated you were not assaulted but did not elaborate”. Shit, here it comes Mike thought. “Were these partners known to you or anonymous”? Mike realized the Devil was always in the details. “What would happen if I were to say I’d prefer not to say”? “Mike, this is not an interrogation, and unless you say the magic words it will not be an investigation. I can see the obvious that this is not a comfort area for you. Let me add another question. Do you regret some of the paths you have taken”? “Logan, to be honest, I really cannot say. It is not that I will not, but until you asked the question - it was not even on my checklist. These situations, these feelings, it is all so new to me I have nothing to measure it against”. Logan said, “that is an answer, there are no best answers, but it seems to be an honest one. You might benefit from a group that does have openings. This is a group that helps navigate the stresses of same sex discovery and there are group members who generally fit that situation when they discover they are not heterosexual”. Logan continued on as I took a breath – “that is a generalization, there are some military members of the group, but they are generally not dealing with PTSD. Without having access to your military medical records, we would not want to overlap treatments already in progress. Perhaps a group like this introductory one will allow the group leader to do further assessments and it might enable you to realize you are not the first person to seek help in discovering where you are and where you are going. That you are seeking counselling says a lot about your intelligence, your stability, and your desire to choose the best path forward. That group meets on Thursdays at 6 PM here on this floor. Will that work”? At my nod, he continued. “Here is some counselling you did not ask for. The days of Military Don’t Ask Don’t tell are over but this type of thing can change nearly overnight. There is nothing illegal about being LGBTQ+, but you might want to get a PO Box unless you want clinic mail going to your unit. Thank You for your service. I also served, but I realize some of these details get missed when you are thinking about bigger things. Now, the Business office has processed your paperwork you turned in. The PEP Treatments and tests are covered by grants and community program funds. Fortunately, or unfortunately for you, E-4’s over 3 years in service make more than they used to, it is at least above the poverty rate. The Business Office has assigned a Co-Pay of $10/visit. Is that doable”? I nodded yes. Today’s intake is covered. Next Thursday, I would recommend a check but cash can be taken. Now, just to summarize, this intake was based on the info and questionnaire response info you provided. To make sure you did not omit anything, and we did not miss anything, there is no question concerning gender identity”? I was shaking my head no. “At the end of the 30 day regimen of PEP, you will transition to PrEP. The Post Exposure is covered by a health program. The PrEP is under a different program. I would recommend checking with the pharmacy today or before your Two Week return visit for labs and sign up for the Manufacturers program for discounted PrEP. It brings the costs down considerably. People in the Midwest often have to pay a bundle for dosing. On the flip side – with the manufacturers program, a 30 day regimen via our pharmacy comes out to a couple of dollars a day. This might sound complicated, and time consuming but these small ounces of prevention are worth a pound of cure when you consider the regimen side-effects that HIV Anti-Virials pose. Here is a card, if you have further questions or find yourself in a questioning mode you can call the number there. If you are in crisis, the 988 number is on the card as well. Any other questions”? I shook my head and thanked uh, I was still having pronoun confusion… Logan. I killed some time, drank my Gatorade before it got super hot and was chasing it with water. I was not going to be able to handle yawning around Washington DC NW Quadrant for over 10 hours. The bar where on Thursdays Shirtless Men Drink Free was just a few hundred Yards away but was also more then 10 hours in time away. Some of the things Marines learn to do in almost any location, under pleasant or difficult conditions are: Sleep (impractical); Game (just the cell phone); Horseplay (who with?); Jack Off (In DC, In Public? YGBKM); PT (The only real alternative). I walked down to McPherson Square Metro Station past where my Uncle said the hookers (boys and girls) would hang out in Franklin Park. The DC Metro Rail System is still a big deal. My Uncle said it was a big mess when they were digging up half the city to replace the old Trolley system. There are many ways to get to Arlington from where I was in NW DC but only three were sensible. I could cross the bridge over the Potomac where Air Florida had crashed in the 80’s and near where the Army had downed PSA American Eagle Flight 5342 with a Black Hawk Via the long bridge walkway in January. I could ride the Metro across the metro rail bridge just a football field or two away from those same spots; I could take a Cab or Uber; or I could ride Metro under the river via Rosslyn. All of these choices were a little nuts for a Marine that had survived an Aviation Water Ditch. For some crazy reason, closing my eyes and enduring the ride seemed to make more sense underground thru the tunnel under the river rather than across the bridge. No wonder I was on medical hold. A Marine afraid of an amphibious crossing of a river and landing in Virginia was of no use to Corps or Country. I took a deep breath and chose the tunnel route. I got off of the appropriately named Blue line at Arlington National Cemetery. I did not go in. Chesty Puller with a Bull Whip could not have forced me through those gates. Instead, I went along the bike path and running trail down by the back road that led to the combined Joint Base Meyer – Henderson Hall, These two Marine and Army bases used to bump up hugging each other, now they were one with each other with an incredible Army and AirForce Exchange Service Location (and) a Marine Corps Exchange but weird shit like that rarely bothered Marines and I started to laugh as I thought about it, but then stopped laughing. Behind me was a vista like no other. The Lincoln Memorial, the Kennedy Center, the Jefferson Memorial, the Washington Monument, the Capitol and scores of other landmarks that caught the attention of locals and tourists alike. However, in front of me was the Iwo Jima Memorial. As I drank the last of my warm water, I realized I had never had time to reflect here. When the Marines had Sunset Parades here on Tuesdays during the Summer Months Just like Evening Tatoo Parades occurred at 8th & I on Fridays. I had been here plenty of times, but I was always working and sweating my ass off. I looked up and considered the Daily Routine those Marines must have had. Stones and Volcanic ash to sleep on, every horizontal distance mirrored in a vertical ascension or descent, not enough chow, and too many snipers. Eventually, the sun was dipping West behind the trees and I went uphill through the neighborhood to the Quarterdeck for Crab cakes, Fish & Chips and a beer or three. Despite my loss of appetite, maybe I could put some meat on my bones. Later, buzzed and stuffed, I paid my tab and left for the Rosslyn Metro. The sun had set. I was buzzed, but no amount of brewer’s droop could divert the sensation of being horny and hard up. I rode back over to NWDC on Metro, crossed K and L and walked down the alley to the bar. I am young enough I always get carded and the doorman handed me a cup. This was new I thought, I asked him “Shirtless Party”? Upstairs he said. I was being pushed along, the crowd was not a lazy 6 people like the other day, this was packed! I wormed through and up the stairs. There was an incredible number of hot guys with their shirts off. I pulled mine over my head and slipped it under my belt. I felt that my wallet was tight down in my left rear pocket, and my beach bag was stuffed in my right back pocket. If downstairs was crowded, this was nut to butt. I made it to the serving well, got the house rail drink, tipped the bartender who was an amazing bartending machine and moved closer to the wall. Yes, the cup was small. But I realized any profits lost would be recovered probably by 23:30 if this crowd continued drinking. I finished the rail and wormed back up for a beer. When I had finished that one, I was working my way up for another beer, got it, drank about half down and then - it happened. The cup was just coming down and I noticed an especially enticing chest with ripped abs and a treasure trail, but then I noticed its owner was looking back right at me, and I dropped my beer. I ducked down to fetch the cup to a couple of ‘hey watch it’ utterances from guys who had been splattered. I remained ducked down cursing. Surely it was the beers and the rail drinks, I slowly rose up and he was gone in the crowd. That is when I felt the tap and a loud voice that could be heard over the music. “Hey Marine, come here often”? It was Andy. Fuck! ...not the end... T4

Ahhhhh the dream. Not impossible but not an easy task either

just going through these comments - so many hot guys on bsky

@madhousex

Pics or it didn't happen. 😉

I don’t play with other bottoms. I do however will suck some. That’s it.

I’m here!

It really was....

Begged for a load and left your balls full… that’s fucked up