DevilDawg

It’s not like I keep a logbook, but most of my scenes are in ‘spurts’. I tend to have wild scenes at sex parlors and other venues followed by a dry spell. This way the sex act seems new, varied or fresh, the ass ring is taut and ready to do a token resistance. It is more fun falling off of the ‘Sin Wagon’ than climbing on. So here is an example of my last load(s) (of a few out of thousands)! I am quite the sexual tourist, enjoying what comes. My last trip was to Toronto from Virginia for an Anniversary. When I was younger, I quickly learned that there was no need for expensive hotels when you can sleep at the bathhouse as well as have lots of fun there! Niagara was hot (for there – 70 Degrees F), but Toronto was rainy and cool in March (you see what I mean by dry spells), I ignored SteamWorks and went to my fav rough(er) trade destination Spa Excess. After such a log drive and the build up I was in no condition to Top more than a few seconds so I found a spot in the GH booths and backed up to an open hole and waited. Earlier I had seen a wasted guy thus my pulse was pounding. What was that? A probing, then some ass play, then a rough fuck. I heard a question – ‘can I come over’? I said please do. It was cute college age kid and he did a repeat performance. The first fuck ad been without lube, just moist. I was listening for screeching sounds as his cock forced its way into my guts but his Pre eventually balanced my pain/pleasure and I was moaning like a uknowwhat. By the time he had dropped his second load I was in Hog Heaven! It was only the following evening when I was in New York State that I mused on what would have been the response from the US Border Agents had I declared 2 loads of Prime Canadian Cum at the border? Toronto was also a place where I accepted an invite for foot play and toe sucking which I would normally not have done had I not been inspired by the stories on Breeding Zone. The dry spell before that was after I went a little (too) hog wild even for me in November and December. I was in California for another Anniversary. I went to LA And then down the coast to SanDiego. My timing was slightly off so the bathhouse was closed. I went by the Marine Corps Recruit Depot that I had earned my EGA at many years ago and a sign caught my eye. MCRD is right next to the airport and there was a sleazy looking but large adult bookstore with garish neon lights like only the best holes have. I made my way to the theaters – there were mixes of gay and bi porn playing. I then realized I looked too much like a cop, but crowd caution calmed a bit since most Vice cops do not wank like Peewee and finger their holes at establishments targeted for raids. Eventually a nearby patron turned and gave me the full Monty which I immediately hilted with my mouth and started vacuuming. I lost some of his load straight down my throat though it was not really a ‘loss’, but the rest I spat on my fingers after savoring it and rubbed it on my hole which I then presented to the sparse audience. This was not a practiced move, and perhaps was not the approved script of the way things are done, but I got three more loads and left with a satisfied mind. On my way back to the East Coast, I went through Texas and while my schedule would not get me into Austin to see the new Eagle, I arrived in Dallas the next day. My dear friend from Dallas values our friendship and I have never been able to convince him to fuck me with his blessedly large member, but Club Dallas was close enough after I had checked out the new Dallas Eagle. I played with a guy on the fuckbench and got mounted in the steam room with only sweat for lube. In this year of 2025, on the 50th Anniversary of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I continue my learned mantra of ‘Don’t Dream it’, Be It! I know that I am a man with needs, therefore I needs to be a pig slut. The AI response from the ether-verse is: The phrase "loads make me happy" is a casual way of expressing that many things, or a large amount of things, contribute to your happiness. It suggests that multiple factors, not just one, bring you joy.

The topic takes me back, I have a set of if-then processes I have learned the 'hard' way since my first play pace visits but that is another tale. What to take, what not to take, the regimen for pre-cleanout and the on-arrival flushing. Through mentoring and trial and error, I know it is discourteous to sleep in the sling(s), passing out in the sling has led to some pleasant and totally new kinks but is not recommended for the faint hearted. I use the lube syringe injector so I get a dollop deep inside where it will pave the way for a good pounding. Sometimes, sweat and spit are all I lube with, yes, there is the heat of friction and some tearing as the invader is accommodated but for me it is part of the scene. While there is a dedicated section for just this following rubber issue- To avoid a demerit, I will just point out that sometimes I will receive with a rubber and little to no lube because that SNAP as the rubber breaks is like a starting gun for a track meat, like the ignition switch for a rocket..... However, most of my play even with known unmedicated POZ Tops is bare. A few essentials in the kit to keep me fresh as a daisy, a jock in cases where I have totally blown my loads but am looking for more assgasms, the remarkable invention of a pig solvent popper lanyard since it is bad form a break a glass container or flood the airspace with an OD of poppers. Oh yes, a proper to-do POA&M (Plan Of Actions and Milestones) - call me crazy but there is method to my madness. If I have a goal to load a hole, I try to see if I can do that first - that way I can satisfy any bottoms with a full load. If I 'catch' first my continual assgasms will diminish my 'pitching' if I do it backwards. In short, I try to work every muscle group, I make sure I leave with empty balls, a loaded set of holes -and- if the universe is aligned correctly - lastly do that J Cash thing and leave with a 'satisfied mind'.