DevilDawg

I agree with this post. I have been in multiple Leather Clubs, most all of which put major monies into stopping the mass deaths during the peak tide of AIDS. One group of 4 clubs pooled their resources and funded the simple Gay Men's VD Clinic at the Methodist Church in Georgetown - Washington DC into becoming the bright star of Elizabeth Tailor - The Whitman-Walker Clinic. When I was looking into PrEP, and then PEP after starting and stopping PrEP I received the same synchronized advice between the Veterans Administration Infections Disease (ID) clinic of the DC VA MC, Georgetown Medical, ACT Toronto, and others. At the time, there was a lot of noise about the European Dosing Model which is close to the 2-1-1 model cited. I also supported the outstanding efforts of the Aids Council Toronto (ACT). As Bernard one of the VA Experts explained to my technical geek mind DOSING plus and minus is an exacting measurement set based on tested and lab trial methodologies. For instance, I am prone to uric crystals better known as Gout. If I take the prescribed dose of ONE Colchicine micro tablet - existing crystals fade and if I am not symptomatic, they are prevented from appearing in any large amount (and I drink a LOT). If I take MORE than one Tab a Day, I get diarrhea. Likewise, when I was on different versions of PrEP, and forgot and took two tabs in a day, I would get diarrhea. I was advised just how stupid this was even through he called me an idiot (politely). You see, excess medication is set for a reason. Taking more only loads up your kidneys and places your health at more risk than not taking anything. Look it up and do the math. If you fill your car gas tank with 15 gallons, and hose and additional 15 of gallons into a ditch you are 'throwing away' 15 gallons, breaking the law, harming the environment, etc. If you take 2 pills where the dosage is calibrated for (1) in a 24 hour period, the waste is something your kidneys and liver have to deal with. Too Much is TOXIC, Too Little is ineffective. Take a lesson from Goldilocks and do not overthink medical dosing beyond the FDA, and your National Health recommendations. If you have a quack doc or nonDOC like Kennedy who is giving you advice contrary to the listed dosing just remember (please) you cannot sue them if you are dead. Lastly, try moving your 1 pill PrEP dose to bedtime. Any watery poop (I used to refer to them as pooping Tribbles) would be passed in a normal Morning bowel Movement. OR - If you are a slut like myself who bends over when opportunity presents itself at any Glory Hole that interests you, you can avoid all the issues of loose poop and trying to remember the last time you popped a PrEP dose, I am now on Injectable Prep and get 6 shots a year with periodic liver and kidney monitoring. If any of this proves useful, It is My Pleasure to Serve and Protect Your Anus....... -

Thanks, I'll try that out.

(note, this story has challenged me but I omitted a few things that would interrupt the flow. I also tried to lay out as much as I could before my Ottawa Trip and hopeful loading at the end of the week. {Fingers and Toes Crossed}. I also tried to lay out enough to allow binge reading so that the end of the transmission is not reached before your orgasmic bliss). I also feel obligated (please do not hate me) to point out that the best way to enjoy a party is to NOT croak from an OD). That said, enjoy this latest load: 7-14-c Dr. Fardshisheh and Adam left Richard and Nurse Brukner to their task and went to the coffee shop in the Dr’s Medical Office Building. Over Coffee for the Doc and Tea for Adam the Doc broached some obvious problems and issues. “You know Adam, you have created a Monster. His walks on the wild side is going to get him into trouble”. Adam replied “Don’t I know it, things were much quieter when he was just a dumb straight jock”. I might have even become an Uncle! Little chance of that now”… I have seen this progression in others, but never this fast. Right now, he is a kid with a new toy and it’s unlikely he will ever stop playing with it. However, he is obviously on a road of discovery and who knows what will come of it? Adam responded that Richard with his only real experience as a Jock had never really had a relationship with a girl, and he certainly has not had time to develop one with a guy. His Pozzing Conversion video was a success, has he expressed any interest in doing more? If we box him in, he will bust out. If we create an attractive sand box maybe we can entice him to play within those boundaries and not cross the street? Adam responded, Doc, have you ever gotten sand in your pussy? You think he is agitated now? Sheesh! Doc said lets think on the issue, something might present itself. They returned to the exam room, RN Bruckner was just finishing up. Doc said “Richard? Can you hear me? Richard came out of his daze. This small but plug will not add to the damage, but will help keep you from leaking in public he said as he was inserting the plug in Richard’s sloppy hole. Now lift your legs out of the stirrups and as I did, RN Brukner slipped a thong over my feet and up my legs. Raise your ass please, lets get the strap in your crack to keep the plug in. It’s important to let the medication do its work. You do not need sutures but if you continue down this path, I will have to sew your ass shut. As I laughed Doc continued you don’t think I am serious? Try me! Adam note some of the old Richard’s startled concern flashed over his face. Great, he is still in there,,,, On the way home, Adam commented it’s just as well you do not own a car, what the fuck did you do to your bike? ‘Lost the seat I mumbled’. ‘Lost it up your ass’? Adam asked. Richard tried a stern look but then both brothers broke out laughing. I ordered you a new one Adam said, the delivery prediction is correct, it will be here tomorrow. You are going to take it easy tomorrow, and we will see if anything presents itself. Doc and Nurse Bruckner want us back tomorrow – with the plug and medicines in you. Doc said he will know if you cheat and I believe him. After some tossing and turning, I was frustrated by the small plug in my ass. Wondering just how serious Doc was with his warning, I did not what to find out what he would actually do. But still, the plug was just almost pushing my button. I went to my weight bent, angled the backrest, rolled up a towel bicycle seat style longways and settled the crack of my ass over the lump. MMMM, much better. I drifted off to a dream filled slumber. RICHARD! I startled awake! Mom said “I’ve been calling you” That athletic supporter is indecent, anyway come and get breakfast. Adam said you have not been eating right and I know you have been under the weather. I pulled on some basketball shorts and tank top. Adam was emerging from his room with a look of alarm then relief. Looks like you both overslept! Breakfast is on the table. As I sat and started scooping some cut fruit bits onto my plate. Mom said ‘you have changed’, what have you done with my son? No Bacon? she laughed then asked, Still feeling under the weather? I’ve got to go to work, you boys have fun. As soon as he left, Adam said find your flipflops, lets go. I said who made you boss kid brother? Doc did I answered and unless you want to explain your county health record to your scholarship coordinator and coach, I suggest we get going. As they neared the Dr’s Office Complex, Adam noted that Richard had perked up and almost looked eager. Back in the stirrups, Doc removed the thong and plug. It looks like you have been a good boy. Let’s flush this all out and repack you. Nurse Bruckner stepped up with a bedpan and bulb. Adam said to me and Doc, I have an errand but I’ll be back. Richard was well lubed even after the flush but as Nurse Bruckner was thrusting, he felt a squeeze in Richard’s Ass and the condom snapped. A wink and a smile told the Nurse Richard was OK, but the break was no accident. He put on a heavier duty condom before continuing. Meanwhile, Adam was over at Burt’s smoking a bowl and asking if he had any pozzing conversion parties planned. As a matter of fact, I was thinking Rush Week and Break Week. Rush Week, all the Frat Boys are playing with their Greek Paddles, but the male student body at large is looking to get wild as well. Same for Fall and Spring Breaks. How about a video party? I need to keep Richard out of bad trouble and if we mark different wristbands or better yet collars, people can pre-decide if they want to be in the video for some fame and a cut, or they can opt out with a different color. What do you think? Burt thought for a bit, I have some warehouse space that can be used. Let’s get some lists of todo items. When should we have it? The sooner the better said Adam, but I think we can wait till Rush Week. Back in the stirrups, Richard was getting his plug and thong back. After the condom snap, Richard was able to wriggle and get some prostate rubs which resulted in a happy ending for Richard, a sphincter clutch from Richard, and from his expression, Nurse Bruckner was not displeased about it either. The orgasm did include a scratch feeling inside my piss tube but I thought nothing of it. Adam was not back yet, and Richard told Doc, you said I had been a good boy, do I really need to wait for Adam? Well, your CD4 is better, your IV Retrovirals and meds seem to have everything under control, but no unprotected sex! I took the bus home and saw that my bike seat had been delivered. I put it in the friction clamp and everything was fine. Still in basketball shorts, tank top, thong flipflops and an accessory butt plug on the inside I went for a ride. I remembered I had not stretched and stopped. After a proper round of flexes, I continued up to my favorite trail and found myself by the Park Toilets. I was repeating a mantra of beagoodboy, beagoodboy, beagoodboy as I went inside for a drink and a pee. This time, I took my seat with!!! Nurse Bruckner had not milked me dry because of the happy hands free ending I had while he was packing me. A few boring pstronds came in to simply use the facilities. I was in the center stall, then my Twink came in. My heart beat faster, yes, he came into the left stall with the larger hole. I rubbed two fingers on the edge and his hard cock came through. I started sucking it like I was going to detach it. He was saying easy but seemed to be getting into the vacuum chamber of my Skull Catching. I was rewarded with his salty cream filling, and when he was done spurting and I paused suckling, he turned around and bent over. I took a sniff (musky) and a lick, and realized my slut training had its gaps and omissions. Confronted with a beautiful pucker, I drove my tongue inside and wrapped my Mouth O ring around his Pucker O ring in a passionate French Kiss with my tongue delving deeper. The gasps and purring on the other side of the wall were music to my ears, I found even with the huge nut I had shot before had me hard, so I stood up and shoved my dick home. The pleased sounds from the other side were driving me into rougher and faster thrusts. I was thinking Topping is great, then I remembered Doc, and I asked him if he wanted me to pull out or rubber up? He yelled BREED ME! I shot the entire contents of my balls which felt like it included a pack of jumbled razor blades. I howled and pulled out. As my Twink was saying thanks for that, I was saying great gottago. And hurried out of the stall, grabbed my bike, adjusted the seat, and zoomed home getting a real leg day in. The seat action on my plug was giving my plug a push into my love button and causing a stream of ball dregs and pre to ooze out which felt like more razor blades shaving the inside of my dick. Arriving home, I left the thong on but took an ice cold shower, opened the pouch, and felt some relief. I noticed some dregs of something still oozing out of my piss slit. I tried the hot tub.. Agony! Back to the shower, some relief. Adam found me butt on the side seat, legs in the hot tub, crotch out of the water trying to look innocent. You been good? I nodded. Adam continued – I am sorry Bro, you were pushed into the deep end past the dancing, hanging out, all the non-sex gay stuff that can make a gayboy happy even when his balls are drained or his ass is full. Will you let me help you with this as you start college? I nodded, and then an actual guilty but sincere trigger prompted me to say Adam? Yes? I Love you. During the next days packing session, Nurse Bruckner brought my discomfort and discharge to the Doc’s attention. Lets add in a binary antibiotic, we will have to gang bang this infection. More treatments followed as summer always seems to speed up towards the end. My cock and ass were back to normal. I still was Horney all the time and the Doc had speculated this might be neurological or phycological. Making up for lost time wasting effort on girls when I was obviously not suited for straight life. He said you might even have girlfriends, but they will simply be friends. There is more to life than swapping body fluids and getting high… As I started college, the scholarship director said even though I was local, Coach wanted the new team members in the dorms. It was easier to note curfew compliance, comradery, and getting to know teammates as friends. Surprise, Ted was on the team and Curly (his real name was Nathan) was a constant cheering section. Surprisingly Jeff Bruckner was also often there. When schedules permitted. Nathan had promised not to flash me and distract me from a play, but post game, everything was fair play. Nathan and Ted had also outrun the overweight campus security guard, his cart was definitely not built for rough terrain pursuit. Rush Week approached. I was voluntold by Adam and Burt that my medication vacation services were required for a pozzing conversion party at the warehouse district. I abstained from sex for a week and Burt also hooked me up with Viagra plus favors. As the poarty started the countdown, I was at maximum, Burt had balanced out a Goldilocks load of G, Tinapipe, booty Bump, and Viagra. I had a full load of toxic spooge and an itch to seed. Everyone agreed that they understood the rules. Pink collars were Bare Boys who were not looking for Poz and for the color blind the collar also had the glowing reflection from black lightning. For POZ and anything Goes, Orange was the flavor of the month. There was a ground level wall with gloryholes and cutouts for full padded benches where pozquesters were on their backs with their legs strapped to the wall presenting ass and groin. There were also fuckbenches where pozquesters would be on their stomach with ass to the hole. There was a balcony on construction stage scoffolds that had the stage floor height at just the right height where the gloryhole slot was at mouth level for someone standing upright on the main level while the upper level guest was also in a standing position. The raised floor of the stage also allowed predators to shop for prey and victims from a comfortable vantage point. There were slings of course, but there was no easy solution for sling lizards. I fucked and recharged, Fucked and recharged. There was also a watersports area, but I was trying to not flush too much of the good stuff out of my system. I was finishing up what I thought would be my last fuck of the night with a tight ass in a large round glory hole. The pig was squealing and I was going to town and blew the last of my available deathseed into the sweet ass, then I shouted take my chem piss you slut! The pig pulled off abruptly spun around and popped up and said Richard? DAD!right at that time my troll rounded the wall and asked hey Hollywood, How’s it Hanging? From the other partition, Twink popped up and said, Hey! You gave me Gono! Adam swears it was not a setup, but he got the whole Kodak moment on video (the little shit)! (not the end)

Thanks for the kind words, even though I am sometimes looking for a harsh flogging. I am been a Breeding Zone Lurking Fan for some time and decided it was time to contribute more than spooge in a tissue. Your comments warm my cockles! 7-14-2025 The ride home I was wobbly and high. I was confused, anxious, and maybe a little paranoid. I thought I was being followed, I took a circuitous rt back home took off my bike shorts and socks which smelled ass residue and cum, sniffed my running shoes as well and put them all in the wash with plenty of detergent and started the quick cycle. I went to the master bath and noticed the bidet. I had always ignored cunty womanly things but decided to try it and rinse some of my shame away. I remembered the taste of my own ass on the trolls cock and told myself next time, I’ll use this before… no WAIT! It was never going to happen, ever again. I went into the shower and turned all the nozzles to HOT. During the shower I remembered the twink talking about Chem Piss and the warm burning just like Burts ‘bump’. I was coming down from whatever had been pissed up my ass so I stopped the shower, pooped out as much cum, piss and threads of red then took another shower. I normally sleep in running shorts or boxers, but feeling the continued wetness of my hole, I used cotton briefs, running shorts and PJ bottoms to help absorb my secrets. I crashed into bed and slept like a dead man. I was awakened by a yelp. Adam was in my door dripping with a towel around his waist exclaiming Dude! Did you have to use ALL the hot water? And stomped off to his room tossing the towel on the hamper as he passed. I lay there and tried to assess where my life had gone wrong and flexed my aching muscles and eventually drifted off to a disturbed bizarre slumber. When I woke, there was an itch in my ass and I felt that need for something addictive. Alcohol was no option and getting friends to buy for me in my condition was risky. What my soul longed for is some strong weed or maybe a little voice said – something stronger? Jim and Brad were out, that left Adam (who was not around) or Burt. I practiced my apology the entire way walking over. As I knocked on the door, it opened and before I could say a word I was snatched inside! I was crying I’m sorry please don’t kill me! The laughter continued. Kill You? You’re an A number 1 cock sleeve and your loyalty in not reporting us showed you to be a trustworthy addict and those are few and hard to find. Plus, we got some free access to Adams Streaming channel and drinks on the house at the leather bar. “So, you’re not mad” I stammered? Well, I was pissed but you took it like a man! Or perhaps a little Girl! To some chuckling agreement around the circle. What’s your pleasure? I hesitantly asked about his term ‘bump’? Burt Exclaimed Damn! Every Gayboy needs a mentor! There is no manual for Douching and Bumping! I agreed and told him about my distasteful lesson on ass cleanouts. I also inquired about Chem Piss? Shure boy, recycling is good for the environment! Lets go to the classroom! I was led downstairs to the basement and was told to strip. I was shivering on the piss damp floor but needed that hot/horny feeling again. There is the flogging Cross, but that is advanced upper-class level for sure. The Dog Cage but you are a little lanky and big for that. The Stocks are also advanced. Lets try my favorite teaching platform the sling! Normally there would be a safe word but that is for Freshmen and you are obviously at least a Sophomore Collegiate Jock. Help him in the sling boys. For Meth, Tina, Crystal, etc. less is more. Too Much and you cannot subtract (get me)? Basic portions are called favors. You can snort (but not today), There is the Slam which is an injection, we’ll see how you do with the pipe and the bump. Hmm, You have already smoked Tina Based Weed (That is what started this Rodeo), there is the Booty Bump which you were present at but in no condition to appreciate, then there is the Pipe which I think you will like. I know you used a bong for some of my weed in the past, the pipe is like that but without the water. Too much can result in a Tombstone, Too Little Nothing Much. Middle mark your Horney as Hell, a little bit over that, you get Tina Dick which is your tool trying to hide from others. Lets try for the Goldilocks Just right measure shall we? Let’s start with the pipe, then progress to the Booty Bump. What followed was a repeat of my Biker Gang Bang but I was an semi-educated slut this time (or so I thought). The differences were instead of sobbing and take it out, my new programmed slut responses where more, deeper, harder, faster. When things became coherent again and I had spiraled down to Earth, Burt said That Was FUN! Lets do it again sometime. I saw you are now POZ, I can get you branded or tatted if you want. I have enough college boys that will pay for POZ and I’ll whore you out for favors and cash. Think about it and don’t be a stranger. You can make some extra cash to help with your scholarship! I woke to a sunny but windy day, to an unhappy psyche and aching muscles. On top of all of that my asshole was itching. Did my business on the toilet, then the bidet, but my ass was still itching. I pressed a dollop of Vaseline up my hole. Mom was still home and sternly asked ‘what did I tell you about your nasty clothes’ I froze and opened my mouth but she said ‘this is the last time I’m going to tell you to not use a spin setting when you wash your tennis shoes and bustled out to her car and work. I had planned to go running until I fixed my bicycle and had forgotten about my shoes. However, they had been opened up and were on the round box fan blowing vertically. I felt ashamed that my Mom was casually looking out for me when I could I could not plan or organize squat. I laced up my nearly dry shoes and went on a run definitely steering clear of the park toilets on the other side of the hills after a good stretch of all the muscles, especially calves, thighs, hips and back. I ran towards the college Football Fields and Track Grounds. From baseball, and basketball, I was not into distance running, but combined sprints with light jogging for over a mile to the Track Fields. I jogged past to the woods beyond where meandering paths had plenty of shade along with benches and picnic tables. The woods were empty this morning except for two guys, one of whom flashed his cock at me. As a jock, I had plenty of experience ignoring cock and ass when I was just one of the team, but my new parasite of sin made me double take and trip causing a total wipeout. Had this been on pavement I would have left a skidmark of skin and blood. In this regard I was lucky since I only received scrapes and a mouthful of dirt. They stopped their teasing games and ran to me - after a quick check helped me to a picnic table. As I came to my senses, the curly haired one was apologizing. Sorry Dude, we were just kidding but then he noticed I was ignoring his words and staring at his crotch. Curly said to his buddy “He might be a little dazed but likely not suffering from attention deficit disorder. I was just now tuning into their conversation. Curly’s friend replied you Pre-Med fags are all the same – diagnosing a young lad you think with your cock while he laughed harder. Curly started to retort but stopped. He flipped down his shorts and said you like what you see? When I licked my lips Curly said see Ted, just a lad that knows what he likes, then to me well, let my lil buddy know how much you admire him and my mouth descended and sheathed his uncut cock. Ted said wow! Shouldn’t we check for a concussion? Curly scolded him stop Ted, you know it’s hard to look into someone’s eyes when they are sucking your cock but – hey kid look up at me with both eyes! I did the long doe eyed look at him, both pupils a little blown, rules out a concussion. He does not look like a Meth Whore but he sure sucks like one. Ted said maybe further testing is required. He went behind me and pulled my shorts down. When he fingered my hole he found the Vaseline dollop. Ted said I do not know about the meth factor but he certainly passes the whore test. I moaned and leaned back off of Curly’s dick which dropped out of my mouth as I moaned. Ted rolled back and I was fully hilted on his cock. Curly went to our legs, pulled my shorts off of one leg-spread me and in a confusing maneuver started DPing my ass. To my astonishment, my body did not put up much of a ruckus except that my cock felt ready to burst.as the rolling rubed past my love button, a shrieked, my ass contracted and I brought them to a happy ending as I was spraying the table with my seed. Just then a crackle of branches and campus security rolled up in a golf cart. An insane flash of the old joke that the person on the bottom always gets caught interrupted my train of thought but in this situation I was on top! I levitated off of their poes with a plop and was off through the brush like a startled deer. With my shorts hooked on one shoe. By the time I made it home, my torn shorts were mostly hiding my sins but my full bore dash through the scrub made me look like I had lost a fight with an alley cat. I knocked on Adams door (remembering he last time) but he was not in. I downed a bottle of water and got cleaned up and dressed, wrote Adam a note and collapsed in the den’s easy chair. /// I woke to Adam shaking my shoulder with a concerned look. What’s the matter? Wearily I brought him up to date. Lets go to my room. Once inside he closed and locked the door, ‘Cameras are off – I promise’. He went to his computer and started some searched. Yes, confirmed, my seroconversion was a matter of days but there are cases where it can last weeks. Maybe a reaction to your meds? My face fell. What, you have not been taking your meds? Bro, some people decide to drop meds, but control and countermeasures to the initial replication of the Virus is why it was so rampart when unchecked in the Patient Zero Days. At first, there were no tools to stop it, then the tools were marginally successful but also toxic. But Bro, you need to stop the avalanche before you can dig out. Got your scripts? Lets go get your meds right fucking now! The next afternoon, I was legs up in Dr. Fardshisheh’s gynecological table (I had finally learned to pronounce his name). and he was finishing his checkup. Adam was setting in the ‘parent/chaperone’ chair. The Doc told me he was disappointed in me, he had asked for and expected me to follow his advice – perhaps he needed to report me to the County Health Department for being insincere or unserious about your health and the health of others. Since you are adverse to counselling or reporting. I understand why you will not be doing a sexual assault outcry since I subscribe to your Brothers Page and saw your production. Don’t you remember I said I was a fan? We are going to try some non-standard practice and treatments. It appears your seroconversion and or some possible neurological issues may be causing hyper sexualization. It would explain a lot. There is unfortunately no blood or simple behavioral test that would adequately explore your triggers within a useful timeframe. We have noticed a few things in further exams.. Your adventure in the woods have added to your fissure count. Nurse Beckett is going to administer the medication to make sure the application instructions are followed to the letter. He is going to rubber up since he does not want to catch any of the other bugs you have managed to pick up in the last few days. If we time it right, you will not get the ‘pissing glass shards’ feeling from the Gonorrhea. I now serve notice that there are more extreme things that can be done to mitigate your hyper sexualization. Locking butt plugs that lock to a cock and ball ring for one. These can be fun, but become intolerable after a time. For now, Nurse Buckner will administer the first treatments. He loves baseball and loves to use his bat on jock balls. Your meds are intravenous. I know you are a little stressed and forgetful. This way, we know you have taken your meds. Nurse? RN Bruckner stepped up on the step of the gynecological table and lowered his scrubs. His hands were gloved up and he rolled silicone rubber on his 8“ uncut cock. He took some anal gel and loaded a fat syringe. He used a little lube on a finger to get the tip in and sent the plunger home. He then inserted his cock and pushed it in to the hilt to my groans and whimpers. He pumped his cock in and out a few times, then withdrew his cock and reshot another dose of medication deep into my colon followed by his cock plunger. Adam told me he advised you to douche before coming, and your normal bowel functions will deliver the medications to your fissures just like a hemorrhoid package would. As Nuse Buckner continued his part, Adam manipulated my balls and the Doc stroked me to a milking explosion. This was repeated until I was crying in agony and only a little ooze could be produced by further milking. … To Be Continued…. (note) I nay have scrambled a paragraph sequence. I'll review when I am sober. Cheers!

Continued... After loosing my inhibitions, taking out my rage and tantrum-fucking my brother Adam during what I later learned was a live streaming sex-on-demand web streaming channel; my life started a spiral of catastrophic proportions. My supposedly ‘straight’ friends Brad and Jim had apparently been fucking on the downlow for some time and keeping their friends surprisingly in the dark. After being ripped apart by Burt and his biker friends I had a chance meeting with Jim who I pulled aside and blurted WTF? He looked me in the eyes and said we have been friends on a different level for months. He went on to say it was fucked up when people do not know the impact of the drugs they are slinging which left me speechless. Adam and I were not speaking, just communicating by my glares and him ignoring me which made me even madder. The parents realized something was up but had not yet spoken to me about it which was the single silver lining. I was ashamed and appalled that I had stuck my dick in a male asshole doubly so because of the incest embarrassment factor. I was in shock that I had been raped in turn. It took days for my stool to not have blood threads in the toilet. I could not report a sexual assault because I maybe started the whole thing and reporting would bring up the drugs and connect to Burt. After the biker gang rape there was no way I was going to point trouble towards those guys. I was truly in a hole that I had dug for myself. I was ashamed and could not sleep. As my tattered anal fissure got better and my poop returned to normal, I found myself waking after a wet dream and often remembering the awesome orgasms that had shook my whole body as seemingly everyone had their way with me. My Ex Girlfriend was away on her summer internship and I eventually found myself wanking off at least twice a day. I was stressed before, now my life was a wreck. I was distracted, couldn’t focus, couldn’t eat, sleep, and did not dare party. I had forotten Burt's cautions about getting tested and... -Then things got worse. I came down with a summer cold, I had never felt this miserable in my life! I was moping around for a day, then found an envelope on my desk. It was from Adam: Bro, I know you are feeling bad, you should get checked out at the clinic listed below rather than going to our family plan Doc. It had the address and phone number. When I called, I found walk-ins were the following day 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM. Adams note said to ask for a full STI workup. I did not sleep a wink that night. I was at the clinic the following morning as they opened., when it was my turn I was mute and uncommunicative. The receptionist asked if my name was Richard? I was dying of embarrassment but nodded yes. I was handed a clipboard and told to fill it out. The receptionist said testing and screenings are free. It took me a long time to go over the form. Some questions I could not bring myself to answer. After a short wait, a male nurse called my name and I got up. I was led to a cubbyhole where my vitals were taken. The RN explained the labs that were going to occur, pricked my finger with a rapid test kit and gave me instructions walking me trough the wooden stick throat swab, the urine sample cup, and then as I was flushing a deep embarrassed shade of red, he explained how to use the anal swab, break the haft, and seal it in the test tube. Normally we would just swab your cheek, but I was advised a full workup should be done. This finger stick is one test, but we will draw some blood for the tests that take a little longer. I was in an agitated funk as I went to the toilet to do the samples. This was a single story office park, my manic side saw no alternatives to completing the labs, no future expectation on what the future would bring except darkness. After I was done, the RN said wait here, the Doctor needs to do a quick exam, but it will be a bit. After an hour, then two my stomach started grumbling. I had not eaten breakfast and here we were at the lunch hour which was drawing things out more. Finally, A man in a lab coat introduced himself with an unpronounceable name was led into the next room where I was told he needed to do an exam, please drop your trousers and shorts which I did as he gloved up. He lifted and examined my cut cock, looked at my sack, felt my testicles and did the cough test. Then he said turn around and bend over. He spread my cheeks and examined my shitter. His lubed finger went exploring and I flinched and yelped. He pulled out and told me I could get dressed now. He told me I had an anal fissure but it seemed to not be severe. He then said that this clinic can do some rapid tests rapid tests but other testing took longer. He then said when was your last sexual activity? And I stammered out the previous month. “You left a lot of questions unanswered on your forms”, have your recent sexual partners been a single person? I shook my head no, eyes downcast. "Did you know the status of any of these partners (before or after)"? I nodded yes, tears again coming. “Were any of your partners anonymous”? I nodded yes. Can you give me the number of sexual partners you have had in the last three months? Again I shook my head no, eyes averted. Were any of the encounters non-consensual or forced? I glared at him and he added, “would you like to make a report of sexual assault'”? My expression must have changed to pleading as I realized I was cringing and again weeping. You have no reason to fear – the laws are there to protect against predators taking advantage. No? He handed me a tissue box. I can tell you now that the rapid test came back positive for HIV but the full lab results on other STI’s take longer. Rapid Chlamydia tests exist but since we are running a full panel, it is more reliable to wait a little longer. We will need you back in the morning three days from now. Had you come in within a 72 Hour timeframe we could have done a Post Exposure Prophylaxis (PEP for short). The rapid HIV test is reliable but not infallible and only indicates a detection of HIV antibodies. When you return, we should have all your results. Treatments are dictated by knowing specifically what we are dealing with. You did not mark it on the form, have you had your MPOX vaccine and booster within the last year? I nodded yes. We will discuss treatment options at that time but until then but please refrain from sexual contact until you return 3 days from now. Let me stress that if you do not return, I will be required to inform the County Health Department by law. Please nod if you understand. We will also give you some crème for your rectum and schedule a follow up visit for the fissure when we see you in 3 Days. For the flue-like symptoms, it was best to initially use over the counter medications until we know what we are dealing with. It was like he was talking though a blanket, everything was muffled. I left in a daze after he handed me a small tube of something. An instruction label was stuck to the tube. When I got home, I went into the back of the Parents liquor cabinet, grabbed a Rum Bottle, went to the fridge a grabbed a 2 liter coke and picked up a glass. When I got back to my room, I thought what I really needed was some weed but cringed again as I remembered what happened the last time I satisfied my smoking needs. If I had trouble sleeping the night before, I was going to have to apply some external force to get some rest tonight. I drifted into a drunken state just short of pass out drunk. At some point, I was wriggling through a maze of pain and pleasure and then my Mom was calling my name and I realized it was real, the other had been a nightmare. I opened my eyes and woke to a splitting headache and puked on my pillows. “Get yourself cleaned up young man, then we’ll talk about the liquor”. I mumbled a prayer of just kill me now and staggered to the bathroom. After I had showered and taken some aspirin, Mom pointed out as she was taking my temperature that I pulled these types of stunts at College my Scholarship would be pulled for sure. Hah, you look terrible and you are running a temperature so get your stuff, we are going to the Doctor. Startled, I went into high gear response mode and assured her it was just a summer cold or the flu and I convinced her to just let me use some Theraflu and go back to bed then trailed off….. remembering. Mom said I changed your bedlinens this time but you are not a little boy anymore don’t expect a repeat, and we won’t mention the Rum to your Dad OK? I was woozy, felt like shit, and dozed off to disturbing dreams. Back at the Doctors office the next day, another Nurse took an additional blood draw. When I saw the Doctor he said some news is good. These days we do screen for MPOX along with other STI’s. Your MPOX results are unsurprisingly negative it would have likely visually presented considering the timeframes we are talking about, There was no indication of warts and no positive results for your HPV test. Your Hepatitis tests are negative, as are the Chlamydia test. The visual and tactile inspection cannot show a lot, but I expected a negative Gonorrhea test since you had no discharge or pain with urination but those side effects do not always present. You are positive for Syphilis and we will give you some anti-biotics. From your previous reluctance in answering questions, I assume you do not want the prescription on your family health plan but I really do need for your to verify if you have any allergies especially to anti-biotics. I understand that an inquiry to your regular health care provider would cause more problems than it would solve. Be honest. Not allergic? Fine, I’ll write a script. Now for the monster in the room. HIV is not the death sentence it used to be. People live a long and productive life with the disease. There are promising accomplishments on Vaccines which would not matter in this case, as well as progress on treatments and cures. Your heavy Seroconversion symptoms implied what the labs have confirmed. These flu-like symptoms are your body as it is confronted by rapid replication of the Virus. Your CD4 count and other indications indicate repeated Heavy Viral Loads or huge batches of HVL loads of the Virus. Are you sure you do not want to self report? No? I have to ask you again, have you any thoughts of self-harm or thoughts of wishing to go to sleep and not wake up? No? Well, I have referrals to counselling, if necessary, I truly want you to be honest with me -always. Your Viral Loads show a lot of replications between your noted dates of sexual encounter and your first lab draw. I’ll expect you back this time next week for another draw. In The meantime, I have a script for ART Retroviral based on No Hepatitis indicated. HPV can take a long time to present so I know you indicated HPV Vaccine, but please bring your vaccination card / list on your next visit. You mentioned you were starting College so this medical Vaccination record is a perfectly natural thing to ask your family doctor for. I know this is a lot, but the items to remember and consider will be on your discharge paperwork. Despite the heavy overwhelming pile of catastrophic events that had been dumped on me I had the foresight to ask the Doctor if they could avoid sending the bill to my address. He told me not to worry, it has been taken care of and by the way, I’m a real fan….Stat statement went right over my head. In the Doctors building forecourt I was sitting on a bench eyes still watery from having cried myself out. Clutching the discharge notes and lab results when my brother Adam approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that". He handed me the ART Prescription back. These are expensive, let’s talk later….. When I got home, I headed for the liquor cabinet. Locked! I changed and went over to Jim’s house who was thankfully in. I begged him for a smoke saying he owed me. Really! Brad and I kept our friends with benefits relations in the closet for a long time. We were happy together! Brad and I have gone on a pharmaceutical break after seeing what it did to you and what your shit did to us and the near disaster it caused. He handed me a DVD. Your kid brother Adam told us he would not do a rape outcry if he could use the footage. The only reasons our faces are blurred is because we did not give permission to use our identities. I hope you are happy with your début! I had not caught up yet – I stammered ‘footage’? He said watch the footage and slammed the door. I wandered home and powered up my laptop. I dropped the DVD in the drive and quickly hit pause because the sound was at the normal setting of LOUD. With my gaming headset plugged in, I directed audio to the headset and hit play…… It started with a nasty stream of my brother laughing and gasping as he shoved a large toy up his ass. And then three doped up wild-eyed punks named Richard, Jim and Brad burst in with a WTF and an interracial gang bang started. I puked on my gaming keyboard! No! No! No! this isn’t happening! I Grabbed a towel and pressed it on the gaming kbd and disconnected it from the docking block. Finished cleaning my mouth in the bathroom brushed my teeth, gargled, returned to my room, dropped the keyboard and towel in the trash and hit the spacebar to continue the video. My sexual assault on my brother had me trembling. Adam's and Jim's assault turnaround on my ass left me numb, and the huge black cock of Brad – I thought I was having a seizure. The video framing was perfect as my engorged cock blew a facial that arced up into my eyes and hair as I was panting, sobbing and screaming. As he was slamming his tool in an out, Adams and Jim's cumloads where being pressure sprayed back onto the ebony groin of Brad and I looked passed out in the video. The video transition to a view of my ass seeping a stream of spooge into the covers pulled back to show my jock body, my engorged cock, and the torsos and thighs of Burt’s Bikers as my legs were grabbed and I was pulled onto the huge pierced tool of Burt wearing only Boots and Chaps. My screams and sobs were only stopped by what appeared to be a transition to an unconscious state as I took 18 more loads. As the video stopped and I removed the headset, I heard an ahem and turned to find my brother Adam. “Hot wasn’t it” I attacked and Adam did not bother with any heavy martial arts except a judo throw which left me upside down in the hallway. “I know it’s a shock bro but honestly – you cannot say you are not Horney right now. Seroconversion flu can do that you know”. I paused and realized my cock was maybe as hard as it had ever been poking out of my boxers. I passed out…. When I woke, my dick was soft and back in my boxers. My back and shoulder were sore. My dock keyboard was back on my desk free of stomach contents and smelling of Isopropyl Alcohol. There was a note, Bro – I cleaned off and used the leaf blower on your keyboard – your puke was industrial grade for such a delicate flower. Let it sit for another day before plugging it in. I was not feeling like I was on my deathbed anymore, with no drugs or alcohol I was feeling a need to workout and at lest get some of those natural endorphins. I was not up for a run or lifting so I through a bike ride might just work. I took a dump, put on bikeshorts and checked my bike’s tires airpressure. I rode out of the subdivision over to the old train track bed that had been turned into a running and bike trail. Of course I had a lot on my mind, but soon I realized I had not brought my water bottle. I continued on to the public toilets and drank from the county park water spigot. I heard grunting from the stalls and fled. I continued my ride to the end of the trail and turned back. My extra effort in gears higher than I normally used had me panting and in a happily tired delirious state. Surely the grunting trolls were gone by now, I stopped again for a drink and a pee. An old guy and another person my age came in while I was drinking/peeing/drinking. The guy who was my age got on his knees and started sucking the old guy. My guts turned to water and I fled to the middle stall... The older and younger guy went on for a bit then got in the two outboard stalls. I was about to bolt and escape since I noticed there were holes in the stall walls and my erection would be apparent to any observer. I leaned over and I saw the younger guy was on my left. Oblivious to traditional signals, he followed his two fingers rubbing on the glory hole with a ‘let me suck you’ whisper. I nervously considered - then stuck my hard on through – I was about to burst. I was fully expecting to have my thing bitten or chopped off like most any GH newbies have feared. Instead, my cock was engulfed by the velvet throat of what I was now thinking of as the ‘twink’, not realizing if he was a twink, what did that make me? He brought me close but as I was making obvious sounds and leaking a steady stream of pre, he eased off and I heard behind me ‘let me eat your ass’. I was frustrated at not reaching completion, but I had never felt this horny before. I bent over and presented my ass to the hole with the troll. I had nothing to compare it to, but I felt blissful as he rimmed my healing hole with a tongue that could only be described as energetically talented. At the same time, the twink slid his 7” uncut cock through and I met it with my lips in a daze. I licked the tip, the side, and then slid my tongue under the foreskin catching the pungent taste of foul cheese. I gagged, swallowed but continued down this evil path. My frame was tall, the stalls were small as I was filling the entire stall cross-space. I felt the tongue in my ass withdraw and be replaced by something bigger. Something in my minds background said 'again'? However my lips and throat were locked on the twink and my no longer virgin hole was reopening for its new lifestyle with bursts of pain and pleasure. Since the troll had entered with only sweat and spit, it was easy to feel the wet change as his precum and then volleys of cum painted my insides. The hum of my groans brought the twink to orgasm and my throat was painted with salty cum which at first made me gag, but then had me suckling for more. Spin around and clean my cock said the troll. I did so and I tasted blood, cum, ass and whatever else. I started vacuuming his cock like an auto detailer looking for a good tip. Meanwhile the twink has grabbed my hole and led my ass back to his access slot in the wall. His cock was like mine, ready for round II and started jackhammering into my guts like his life depended on it. My body – possessed by something else with a horniness I had never felt with a girl went on overdrive. I painted a load on the trolls partition wall as I continued sucking his dick so hard he was protesting! My assgasm took the twink into his end-game blasting more cum into my ass. He stayed in my chute slowly pushing in and out as he went semi-hard. Then, I felt a new wet sensation that burned. Take my ChemPiss you slut. The burn against my newly opened anal wounds took me back and connected me to Burt’s ‘bump’. As my intruders zipped and left, the troll said thanks Hollywood! See ya in the funny papers….You’re a star! After I collected myself and used some toilet paper to tampax my sloppy hole, I left the toilets to discover my bike seat had been stolen. It was a choice of walking home, a true leg burn ride, or impaling myself Hara-Kiri style on my seat brace. I opted for the burn and leaked all the way home – the wet spots on my bikeshorts was obvious. ….To be continued…..

I'll be at Club Ottawa on July 19th - 20, perhaps some local French Canadian Boys or Lumberjacks can make a few of my fantasies become a reality. Cheers!

(if need be pointed out, the math works that all characters are 18 or older) This is a fictional story reworked from something I submitted to Tommyhawks Fantasy World about a Decade ago. It has its flaws, but if it gets a rise or some spooge from your cock, it has served its purpose. Enjoy! Sticky Situation by: DevilDawg 7-11-2025 Stressed as hell, that’s the way I had been feeling of late. I’m Richard, 18 Yrs old 5’8” Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes and 181 Lbs. I was stuck in that zone of accomplished Varsity Baseballer who was also second string on the basketball team and now that had ended with graduation. I was accomplished enough in sports and grades to land a partial scholarship to the local state college. The transitional void into an unknown new chapter would mean that my accomplishments would not count for shit when being inserted to groups that were more accomplished scholastically or true HS Sports Stars. It was after graduation and on cooler days my buddies would come over and smoke a little while using the hot tub when the parents were at work or travelling. The Buy - I had some money - my parents were not rich but well-off middle class. I had held part time jobs in previous years because that was what my parents had expected me to do. This also led to a fair allowance as long as I kept up with chores. I went by my dealer who gave me some good weed prices for being a steady customer, it was easy to satisfy my need for weed. My Dealer Burt was a large footballer from back in the day – his trophies still in place in the school Middle and High School trophy case. He rode a motorcycle regardless of any weather except for ice and hung with a dark crowd. He arms were full tatted sleeves, and you could see hints of other tats depending on what he was wearing. We made a deal for my regular bag and he told me to make a delivery for him. ‘Your Brother Adam was coming by, but I have to go out of town this afternoon, don’t break the seal or I will positively fuck you up”. I replied "no problem" and left. Hot Tub Smoke – My two friends Brad and Jim always showed up together. Jim was white and skinny and had only Lettered on the Swim Team and Track Team, while Brad was the Wide Receiver on the Football Team and black as midnight. We stripped down to the skin and got into the Hot Tub. I cracked open the tin and found pre-rolled joints the smell of which was a fine enticement to light up with my buds vs rolling with my bags makings. I started talking about how angry I was at my cunt of a girl friend for breaking up with me before she went off to university. While I was bemoaning my needs both Brad and Jim were looking uncomfortable. I was going on and on then I realized both of them were surreptitiously jacking off under the froth. I erupted from the water standing up with a raging boner and yelled ‘don’t you dare! I have to clean this thing’! Jim and Brad sheepishly stood and I said let’s go get some towels and never say anything about this you weirdoes. We padded into the main hallway where the linen closet was, grabbed some bath towels and started drying off. My parents room was on the backyard side of the house and my nerdy golden boy Brother Adam’s room was on the street side. Jim said what’s that – I thought you said no one was home? I burst through Adams door and there he was groaning on the bed sliding a dildo in and out of his ass! All the lights were on, his array of geeky computers and shit were on and he was sliding a huge dildo in and out like it was a normal thing to do. I Freaked Out! The rage of being an adopted son only to have a natural brother to follow 9 Months later, a golden boy who had it sooooo easy was abusing himself in so many forbidden ways that I lost it. Brother Trouble- I snatched the dildo out of his ass and threw it across the room. So you want cock huh? I dragged him to the edge of the bed and hilted my hard cock up his chute without a pause. The entrance was easy pre-lubed and pre-opened by the toy. I was faintly aware of Jim and Brad stroking their hard-ons as Jim dropped to his knees to suck on Adam’s left tit. Brad dropped behind him and buried his face in Jim’s crack. I yelled about them all being just a bunch of fags and Adam was laughing back it takes one to know one! I raged and rough fucked my brother to a chorus of groans, gasps, and yelps as Jim was now being fucked by Brad. I was so enraged I thought I was having a stroke! I hilted a last time and blew my pent up load in my brother’s guts and fell exhausted ono the bed. Meanwhile, Brad was finishing up in Jim and I could see Brads dick was thick and a black blur as he gasped during his orgasm. As I lay stunned, Brad and Jim switched and while incoherent sounds were uttered, no words came out. Finally I was blurted out that they were all a bunch of pussyboys or better yet girls! After that statement was a pregnant pause then my Brother Adam said: “My Turn Bro”. As I startled from my awkward position, Brad grabbed me by the arms and Jim grabbed me by the legs. I was bent flexing and wriggling into a curly fry shape as Adam lined up his 6 inch dick and went in full throttle. I was screaming I was going to fuck them all up which just seemed to trigger more laughter. I think Adam may have already cum today since despite his edging he went in mostly dry with some pre and some spit but landed home with what felt like my ring was on fire. It took him what seemed to be an eternity but groaned and said take that big brother! Adam and Jim switched places as I lay in shock from just having been bred. Jim was just a little larger than Adam as he went in slick – lubricated by Adams Load. As he shot I could feel Jim swell up as his uncut cock blasted my insides with its second load. I was still in shock and mumbling/begging ‘please no more’ when Jim and Brad switched places and I saw what I now know to a BBC that resembles two red Bull cans stacked end on end. At the time, it looked like a 2 Liter soda bottle. He nudged the head in and then started pressing inward until I was fully skewered. I was sobbing as I felt my ass tear and felt something else break. The electric shock as the head bounced past my prostate was intense and my teary eyes widened in astonished pleasure. Jim started going to town and my tortured gland caused me to erupt a cum load all the way up to my eyes. Brads load could be felt even with all the sperm I was sinking into. Brad asked Adam what was in that tin can? Adam was quick on the uptake and quickly realized what had happed as I crawled to the shower leaving a slime trail of cum and blood as I crawled out of the room to murmurs and laughter. I woke in my room as the lights went on to a crowd of bikers and Adam. In the forefront was Burt who said “I warned you, Adam may have already Pozzed you but I always keep my promises”. I Hear you like TINA, this is what we call ‘a bump’ as he jammed two fingers up my torn ass. With his other hand he started stroking a huge pierced cock as two bikers each grabbed a leg and pulled me to my doom. My last words before the screams were ‘It Burns’! Pozitive Outcomes- A Month later I was sitting in shock, test results in hand when my brother approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that"…. To be continued

Yes, I learned quite by accident about the out of town in-and-out, Just lucky I suppose but it cums in handy as a slut tourist.

Xcess was not nut to but packed like a historical NYC meatpacking district boxtruck, except for the overhead blowhole balcony in the darkroom which took a lot of wriggling to get to a good spot.

But did not provide the details - of course less is more unless you are talking about penis'

Back in the 90's all you needed to cross into Canada was some sort of ID to walk, drive, fly, ride, etc. For first timers, you can always be expected to get some level of search. My first passported flight to Quebec was on government business and cursory back in 2008. My first passported drive into Ontario, I was bringing coctail party decorations for a leather run which had the entire back end of my Jeep Cherokee maxed out. I was refused entry into Canada because my rear view mirror was obstructed. I politely asked what about vehicles pulling campers? Despite my having side mirrors and the good sense to use them, I had to return across the Niagara Rainbow Bridge and explain why Canada had turned me back. I went back throgh US lanes and then to the NY State Park on Goat Island. Some of the decorations were for a 40th Anniversary. 40 being Ruby, I had a complete (borrowed) mannequin of Wicked Witch legs, striped stockings, ruby slippers, the works - along with other stuff for the party decorations. I strapped the legs and a few other items to my roof rack and turned to reenter Ontario. Those were the rules and ya never get anywhere by being obstinate with Customs and Border folks. The absurdity of me zipping up the QEW with a wicked witch half strapped to my roof rack still makes me smile. The other side of the humor coin was when they were going through the party décor pile, they pulled out a cooler and opened it. No, I was not smuggling or bootlegging to two short blonde female Border Officers reached in and pulled out one of those 9 Ft inflatable Pink Penis Pool Toys which they quickly stuffed back in. While I'm sure this caused an odd profile entry against my name, it was obvious I had Dick on my mind which was not illegal in Canada. - This last trip in returning, it is just as well that I did not get searched with the news that having unflattering king memes and vice king mems can get you sent to the gulag or worse. I did of course declare on my US return a water bottle.....

Every time I can, I go to Toronto Pride. Used to, I would just sleep at the bathhouse (as well as explore my desires). More recently, I spring for a hotel or stay with friends and go to the baths to do a few of my favorite things and explore new (banned word). This year I was exhausted with very tired leg muscles (like I had been doing squats) This was to-date the longest Motorcycle Ride I had ever undertaken. Though I was on a three wheel Can Am Spyder RT, it is still more of a workout than driving a car. My record with an M2 motorcycle is Virginia to the countryside near Rochester NY. So I went into Pride weekend with aching muscles and a sore ass. The necessity of a hotel means my electronics were safe and the Bike was safe though Toronto is a very safe area compared to most US urban areas. I skipped Steamworks and went to Spa Excess. They have a bar in the Bathouse, and I stopped for some alcohol lubrication for one hole and some anal lube for the other hole. The prices for a tall cider and a bottle of lube was $19.50 Cad which was quite a deal. (FYI, that bathhouse allows for in and out if you rent a room and are from out of town). Anyway, a dollop of lube was enough for initial rectal receptive entry in the Maze, and after that guy shot his load up my ass no further lube was necessary. I received 6 loads from big to small, young to old in my pig hole and shot two up some twink holes. I had noticed a few additions in the maze that reminded my of the Czech Fantasy World Gloryholes so next time I will try them out. I also went by the locations of infamous bathhouse raids and some real rough trade locations such as the old Barn and Stables which now has a different side painting.

After I have totally drained my balls on the fiction from some very fertile minds in the Backroom, I continue to explore the dark alleys, nooks and crannies of Breeding Zone. I have many hobbies and have worked in many professions including cybersecurity, so I will not toss a bunch of hyperlinks at you but here is some more recent and not so recent items about myself. I am skeptical of the news – Faux or Mainstream as well as podcast snips, but I happened to catch an NBC 4 Washington DC snip about an event last at the Congressional Cemetery during Pride Month. I know a lot of gay history, as have a front row seat knowledge of Gay History in DC and elsewhere. You can see the snips and pertinent history by googling Gays and Graves, Congressional Cemetery, and Father and Mother of Gay Rights. Truthfully, fiction is often not as entertaining as reality. Case in Point: You can rent the Congressional Cemetery for a Party and what is now the ‘Gay Corner’ of the cemetery came into being simply because the LGBTQ+? Knew it would piss off J Edgar Hoover who is buried there along with his lover just a few plots away. Just a couple of stones over from JEH’s ‘man buddy’ is a stone commemorating one of the original Movers and Shakers of the Gay Rights Movement (though his remains/ashes were never released by his executor. Just across the path are the remains of the ‘mother’ of the gay rights movement was was instrumental in getting the American Psychiatric Association (APA) to trash all the Kinsey Scale ratings designating homosexuality and variations thereof as ‘mental disorders’. Those Pioneers – Frank Kamey and Barbara Gittings (A Time Magazine Cover Celeb) are joined by plot neighbor Leonard Matlovitch also a Time Magazine cover celeb who is just a few stones away from Hoovers manloverbuddy. The FBI does not appreciate the inferences but there is no mistaking that the evidence and facts are daunting. As I attended the Gays and Graves event, I was impressed of just how many people purchases their plot as a fuck you to Hoover and like-minded cat-lady criticizers. Having attended World Pride 2025 in DC, then the following weekend attended the debacle DickTaterTot parade, The educational tone of this weekend was welcome even though it was way to hot to generate some spit near JEH’s site. This next weekend is Toronto Pride. If you have never been you might consider it – it is just like stepping onto the set of the US Queer as Folk series. In fact, you do as outside scenes are mostly all from Toronto. There is certainly no such strip in Pittsburg. I am up for hosting . Though I normally just sleep at the bathhouses, I am riding my Can Am Motorcycle up so I need some more space for gear and play during an extended stay. I started realizing just how dark my wild child side was when I was staring with my mouth open at the Adult Arcade under the Old DC Olympic Baths at the Video Booth flyer denoting the video inside was ‘Two Dicks up One Ass’. A businessman or politician noted my stunned behavior and dragged me inside and had his way with me. I love to Pitch, Catch, Suck, infrequently fist, enjoy electric play, spanking, flogging, and must state for a fact that had prolific BZ Authors not put the bias in my mind, - I would not have considered foot and toe sucking until after reading Breeding Zone during Marathon Binge sessions, when I was approached (in the sling) to try it, I panted YES!

There are plenty of reasons to be addicted to Breeding Zone. Whether you are POZ, -or- Negative and happy to be that way, Neg-Longing to be POZ, Neg and waiting to see what 'cums', Revolted or Fascinated by RAW is LAW Natural Sex, this site attracts, titillates, and addicts a full spectrum of our Tribal Nation that transcends borders, financial means, religious upbringing (or not), education level, intelligence quotient, hobbies, experience, kinks, age, Veteran Status, Conscience Objector thoughts, etc. Regardless of your favorite flavor, in the US, there are Governors who have tried to forbid you access to this freedom of this kink freedom of speech platform (I live in Virginia and have to VPN just to read and post here). At the larger level (US Federal) efforts are on to allow no Veteran service providers at the VA to deny service not just to Trans, but to Generically Vanilla Gay Vets as well. Despite the inherently potential self-destructive risks and dangers, these forums contain discussions that can guide a seeker to real resources to live longer or to use the time you have to find and enjoy your favorite kinks. Through these forums, you can transport yourself for a period into a zone which (if on TV) would have a warning of do not try this at home. Like most kids who are warned not to do something, I ignore such advice when my desire, erection, or itchy hole suit me. This happened when against everyone's advice I attended the Washington DC No Kings Events and have a new tacky wardrobe ranging from Sic Semper Tyrannus No Kings shirts, to the obvious pride and 'what I impale my ass on is my business' slutty clothing. The original Pride was a Riot, but since then we have learned that throwing a brick can land you in jail; However stinging with wit and parody is at the present still appropriately legal. I was not alone in my protest. I did my part to make some trouble and churn some thinking in Washington DC on the weekend after World Pride at the US Presidential 'March of the Bored Soldiers' parade. Neither the Commander In Chief or SEC DEF DrunkenFratBoy merited even the remote semblance of a Goose-Step. The Reicht-Wing news (could) have pointed out that soldiers are routinely ordered into Route-Step mode when NOT on Parade. This is useful since 'marching' on a bridge by a military unit can weaken or break the bridge! Of course the DC Reviewing stand was not actually near a bridge. The only Faux News person who might have been competent to mention this had left Faux News to be SECDEF.

I have been going there for some time, with a big pause during COVID. In fact, when visiting Toronto, I found it more fun to ignore a hotel and and rest / play at the bath house. I got loaded up in March and will be back for Pride. Cheers!!

Before HIV, there was the unfortunately named AYDS Diet Plan (no kidding)! RUFF Lessons: First Story here and I’m not going to ask you to be kind – It is not in my nature, please be brutal, especially if it pleases you. For that innocent reader, there are some life lessons of mine which I have diaried in the ‘Book of Dick’ which I have edited to toss out irrelevant data such as remove the top from 35 MM Film Canisters when you shove it up your virgin ass (BEFORE) you insert because (if) the top comes off you will have two fissures of slices as you try to remove the cap. Twinks today are unlikely to ever have one in their possession so – you know – jus sayin. That advice is moot, and so is most any advice unless it is collaborative or substantiated! So, first story here on Breeding Zone, I have lost a lot of precious bodily fluids wanking to Breeding Zone and while I have read and understand the rules, I know that truth is stranger than fiction and truths plus learned behavior and observation affect us in funny ways. I have also led a ping pong ball life of trial and error and despite being lucky I would have really benefitted by mentoring from a gay daddy early on but no such luck (sigh). However, also having a masochistic streak, I usually enjoy Hard Lessons (at least after the tears have dried). Nevertheless this is a work of friction. This a beginning. Perhaps not (the) beginning which started around Kindergarten when I learned the effect of silk on the thigh, or in elementary school where I was electrified by leather. But in a (Southern) Baptist community where spouses do not fuck standing up else someone might think they were dancing the need for caution was obvious. As I was looking to enter military service, The often drunk National Guard Recruiter missed an appointment, the Air Force was a weak consideration, my technical School Teacher in Advanced Electronics was miffed that I had looked into the Navy but for the Advanced Electronics Program, required an initial 6 year enlistment - (4 Yrs with an agreement to extend) which I declined: Being from Missouri, the Coast Guard was not even on the RADAR even though I now know they have to be proficient at multiple professions from the start of their career; No. I was a sucker for Marines! I did not stand a chance! My Recruiter took me for a ride in his Shelby Mustang, and his Gunny took me for a ride in his AC Cobra. I was Happily Doomed! Still, they did not screw me, and the military entrance processing at the time was brief. I was nervous as fuck at the Kansas City MEPS having carelessly smoked a joint a few weeks before, and nervous again if they were going to ask this cocksucker if he had ever sucked a cock of stuck his dick in an ass (m or f), it was still called sodomy in those days). (Guilty on Both Counts! (fortunately it never came up). I suppose worse still would have been a question of if I had ever longed for a cock up my ass. Fortunately the father knows best 'MEPS' Doc simply asked if I liked Girls which I replied yes, of course, A horny Teen will often use any available hole, but for me it had been cocksucking from early in my slutty hobby and Rosy Palm of late. Delayed Entry and IRR build up / prep prior to Boot Camp consisted of excitement, worry, anticipation, dread, joy, and back to excitement. On my Senior Trip to the Nations Capitol, while other Varsity Studs snuck away for some beer, I snuck away to the Leather Bar where the bouncer gave me the side eye (I now know he was cruising me but he also had a job to do). Still this was before 1985 and with a military ID – even one as insignificant as mine would get me in most places. In the dimly lit bar - I was a startled bird and chickened out after blowing a load in my BVDs. After a strenuous Summer of hiking Philmont, sucking dick at the Adult Bookstores three towns over, and a lot of caving & wanking, I went to MCRD San Diego for Marine Corps Boot Camp and there was little to no wanking. Yes, there was exhaustion, perhaps they did put salt peter in the food, yes, there was real mortal fear of being found out and prosecuted so I did my best to not fall behind and especially not to stand out (too far). Despite some surprises such as being told I qualified to be inserted into the Freshman Class of Cadets at Annapolis because of scores and my performance in Phase I and II of Boot Camp, I honestly stated that to succeed at the Naval Academy requires a lot of prep and I surprised my Platoon Commander by requesting the advice of my Senior Drill Instructor which surprised both of them. My query on his OK was to state that I am not a quitter, but I recognize that being ill prepared to jump into such a slot was a formulae for failure. I don’t know about other times, but my high score on the Edson Rifle Range at Pendleton as well as one other, I could see that I had impressed my Senior DI. There were other non-vocalized considerations but I made the right choice and it was not held against me. Despite all physical, chemical, and fear factors, morning wood appeared often with no real opportunity to rub one out. At Graduation, I was a tick ready to pop. Any chicken tendencies had been paved over with resolve and training but pressure was on! I was able to release my load(s) at my familiar adult bookstore but again I was a man who had never been fucked. Waves of horniness could only be partially subdued by wanking and trips to the ABS. After Christmas Break, I reported to NATTC Millington, the former home for Naval Aviation Maintenance Training where a new cautionary experience was to present itself. A student Marine was caught masturbating and it certainly did not help matters that his last name was ‘Bates’. For weeks you could hear the mocking hallway laughter with shouts akin to marko-polo except in this instance it was Master-Bates! Such cautionary considerations tempered my desperation but I was lucky in that NAS Milling was close enough for me to have driven there from my home of record. I became addicted to ABS’s, even the slightly vanilla ones in Tennessee and Missouri. The urge to get fucked was a heavy burden but there were other considerations. If a Marine got Gono or Syphilis on his tool, it was just an embarrassing trip to sick call. If a Navy Doc found it in his or her ass, it was sodomy and a quick career ender. I kept my ashes hauling status in check through cocksucking and avoided any Rocks and Shoals. This turned out to be justified when after A School, I deployed to the IInd Marine Airwing on the East Coast with C school and a coworker who had confided his brother was gay got caught with Syph in his ass and got a Bad Conduct Discharge. As a balance between service to country balanced with my carnal desires, I stuck with ABS’s and Toys which was harder than it sounds. As I completed C School Training and became fully MOS qualified, I had learned to keep my indiscretions over 100 miles from the flag pole. Gay Bars were an extreme hazard since CID and NIS agents would frequent them looking for military haircuts. Anal insertions were woefully inadequate. Cocksucking pitching and receiving was a band-aid to my lust, I needed more. I was reaching out for what I did not at the time know - to become a pushy-demanding-bossy bottom pig slut Marine (as it turns out). When the cops raided and closed the ABS that was not too close to the duty station, not too close to home, this goldilocks had to find a new place to spread her cheeks and receive her pollen. I found it halfway between Knoxville and Pidgeon Forge in a seedy ABS. The parking lot was promising – there were no blue base stickers denoting officer’s cars, we were not near any military base, but there was one red stickered vehicle denoting enlisted POV. NIS and CID would not be using (or so I assumed) such a marked vehicle. In the video arcade area there was a FIT young kid with a military haircut and crutches. This did not put me off; Long before the internet there was a thing called porn addiction. Limited good material and closed supply chain issues meant many ABS’s would have some of the same films and I had been previously mesmerized by the classic porn film called Sothern Comfort. This is where an injured kid in a van has hot sex with a grocery helper from a supermarket. I was a sex zombie, I found an open booth and kept the kid in my field of vision. I’m sure I had a desperate come hither look and he approached. As he entered the booth, I asked him to fuck me but told him we needed to use a rubber. He nodded and I slid my rubber on his member after I sucked it to hardness and turned. Unskilled and awkward, with differing heights and a leg in a cast, we simply could not make it work. Later, after buying tickets into be back theater, I found walls with ass-wide cutout gloryholes. I was a maniac trembling with lust. A cute young guy with a porn mustache and long hair was looking at me, I looked at him and whispered will you please fuck me? And his smile was like a sunrise and his erection was his answer. I quickly rubbered him up and here is where my lack of training and no mentorship changed my ass forever, I then put a rough rider (studded) condom on and he looked at me quizzically. I stood and turned and with no prep I was sawed into like a hacksaw blade was fucking me. I did a gasp and said take the rough rider off! And he did which instantly felt better, When he was done, I instantly turned to thank him and there was his bloody dick staring at me! In my started state he shoved his bloody cum and ass covered cock into my open mouth! I was so stunned and so appalled at what had happened I went on automatic., cleaning and sucking his cock. Previously I had fucked a Sailor in a Virginia Beach ABS Bathroom and had lost my pitching cherry, but this red bloody mess of having my anal cherry popped left me in awe. I had experienced how abrasive studded condoms can be and the ecstasy of Risk and Raw Bareback! The drive on to Cherry Point was a pain in the ass, but I drove with a satisfied mind.

Wow, titivating, funny how words constructed into a storyline can be so addictive. More Please? Oh yes, I'll be in Toronto for Pride! I love getting bred in Toronto!

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'.