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OK, Shot! Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. Out. “After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join your Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough”…. As Leo moved aside, another Troll was ready to enter. I was stunned, certainly, thrilled, yes, aware of sensations I never thought had existed. As I was bred without vocal or physical complaints by myself or objections from the Marine inside. Leo lounged back and watched the show. He started what sounded like a practiced briefing. How many times had this happened? “Marine, you will remember some of what I say, but you will never forget the throbbing manhood in your hole as you absorb my spunk along with my neighbors. We are sympathetic, but we have needs. You seem to have some needs as well. You have been through some shit that’s for certain. A lot of people would have given up when faced with the challenges you have survived. You might have thought about ending it, but you are here so you are a stubborn Marine, the very best kind, the kind that does not give up. You think Recruit Training and the Crucible were tough? That SERE School was tough? The Crucible of life does not grade on a 4.0/4.0 scale; it is an off and on binary grade of pass/fail; surrender-fail/success-joy. Your Uncle would not like it if you just gave up would he”? I shook my head as the neighbor finished, and I had another dick pumping my ass. Leo continued –“Right now, you are sleep deprived, hung over, maybe still a little drunk. When you get back to your billet, shower and get some sack time there will be regrets about the choices you have made. That is natural. If you do have regrets, there are several resources on the card I put in your pocket. You will probably take that path. Just some advice, you do not want a Corpsman, or Squid Doc seeing that ass for a while, So the 1st resource on the list is the one I would try first. You need to ask them for PEP within 72 hours. Myself, I expect you will start PEP, then probably throw away the bottle and be back for a recharge”. I took advantage of Leo’s pause to mumble “Harder”! To my Impaler. Leo continued “Yes a lot of Marines are bossy bottoms. Devon, are you going to comply with his request”? “Nope” the owner of the BBC thrusting into me replied. “Sir! Harder Please Sir”? I corrected. Devon replied “Sure thing since you asked nicely” and started pounding me upslope. As the conga line continued, it started getting light. Leo said “Alright let’s wrap this up. Don’t want to startle a dog walker”. He handed me a rag and instructed me to not wipe with it but shove it up my gape so I would not leave a trail to the sally gate. I CAC’d in through the Man-Portal at the gate and rushed to the billets and the Head. Part of me wanted to keep it in, part of me was saying if you do so, you will have a visible accident later. I flipped a mental coin and pushed out while on the toilet. A rush of murky stuff, gobs of white, and threads of red were in the bowl. Bright red was on the toilet paper I cleaned up with. I showered, shaved, got into a work coverall and was nodding off in the Day Room when the duty briefing snapped me awake. During the work detail I was a zombie, a delicate zombie who if caught off balance would break into a thousand little Marine Pieces. The Gunny gave a nod to the Sgt and he asked me if I needed to go to Sick Call. I responded No Sgt, just sore from a workout and got caught in the rain this morning. I tried paying more attention to the tasks at hand. The day sucked out all my reserves. Boot Camp Crucible and Aviation SERE were tough, but I felt I had achieved a new level of on the job training across the last 16 Hours. I skipped chow which was a bad idea and hit the rack exhausted. My dreams were an alternating series of delicious dreams and nightmares. Oh My God, what had I done? I replayed the normal half of liberty – off time. My Uncle, The Bar, the drinking, the decision not to tank and derail my medical and Veteran benefits, taking shelter from the rain; and the other side of the teetertotter - my lack of objection, of not fighting back, even participating moaning, and enjoying every thrust, every squirt of cum. This other side, it was not comprehensible to me. Willingly taking part in a neighborly gang bang rock throwing distance from 8th & I was (not) normal. Or was it? I approached my SGT before the duty day began. I had come back early from my bereavement leave and admitted that insisting on getting back in the duty rotation had possibly been premature. He gave me a nod and asked would three days work? I said yes, and he told me done. “Thanks for letting me know before the morning roster gets finalized, and Corporal, losing battle buddies is tough, losing family is tough, if you need a referral for additional grief counselling, all you have to do is give the word. I never have to worry about you slacking off. I looked down and said Thank you Sgt. I went back to my locker and bunk. Was I going to do this? My conscious mind was telling me to, actually it was yelling at me to get whatever the fuck PEP was and put the whole business behind me. Being gay was not the criminal offense it used to be. So to insure I could put all of this behind me, I committed to using the card. I changed to civvies and took off for the clinic. Each walking step my sore asshole reminded me of the trauma and possible infection it had gone through. But somewhere else the lustful part of ‘me’ was saying what a ride! Let’s do it again! The clinic was perhaps an inadequate word for what was one division location in Washington DC of a large Non-Profit medical concern named after a poet and women’s health rights leader. Marines, along with all service members have learned to follow a rule of keeping ‘inappropriate’ behavior a certain distance from the Flagpole (so to speak). Since the Internet, this has applied to cyber behavior as well. Looking for porn on a government network would lock you out and get your name on the blotter. In the same vein, trying the same research on free Wi-Fi like the military branch community services provides on military facilities equate to the same thing. However, these days any Marine carries what in earlier eras would be considered a supercomputer. I was led to the proper sublocation, went in and asked the receptionist about PEP? I was directed upstairs and to another reception desk. When my turn came, I opened my mouth to speak but I was handed a clipboard. Please fill this out and return it to me. Names will be called based on the type of service needed. I reviewed the list already skittish, There were lots of checkboxes. I selected testing, PEP, and counselling along with possible STI exposure. Then the checklist tree bore embarrassing branches and fruit. Oral Exposure? Yes, Anal Exposure? Yes, I started realizing the implications of earlier questions of just one same sex encounter or multiple? Multiple. Protections used? None. The earlier question of bisexual, homosexual, and hetero sexual, exposure via unprotected sexual encounters, this was getting difficult, things were getting fuzzy, and I.. Passed out. ...not the end....

It is a specialized calling. There are professionals within the Military and First Responder Community. They do not all do this sort of thing, but in this field there is a gallows humor that tends to manifest itself in a shattering ways. For instance - as you are shooting your spooge up the ass of an Explosive Ordinance Disposal Tech and you push a push a book off of the bedside table onto the hardwood floor. The Clench! Ah The CLENCH!

However, please let me add a side query to this, the site is slow because there are [banned word] sluts like myself who are pounding our gaming keyboard with one hand, Jumping up and down on the dildo in the gaming chair, and jacking with the other hand. With guys like myself demanding packets of data, I am technically amazed the site has not melted down into a puddle of rare earths and copper. 😉

I experience this as well, and it is 'up my alley' so to speak. This is not the only site that does this, but if you install a US certied AV with web protections such as McAfee AV/EPO/HBSS of variants, while you are panting or stoking and waiting. It is learning from you. If popups are not throttled its algorithms open a new tab (for me it is usually all real bareback), or an AI whacking boy (think of Ted Schmidt and his jerk at work.net on US Queer as folk. It is doing a lot of research on you, and collecting lots of information which drives bait content. The goal is to mesmerize you with a tidbit or bait while they farm your information and tempt you to pony up your credit card info for a subscription which as of now, is harder to get out of a subscription that it was a short time ago, I could call it political, but actually, it is simple greed that knows no party. By the end of a jerking weekend, you might have hundreds or over a few thousand trackers on your system. Remember, just because you don't like condoms, or to live to serve as a cumdump or pozzer does not mean you should not protect your cyber info. Jus saying.

Secretly, I was hoping someone would say this. It would not be the first time I broke something, taking it out of the box, but then played with the box. If anyone would like to play with my box it is open and available. OK, the next section is in work. The first section amazed me since it just flowed. If it does break the story, you can always treat it like Indiana Jones 2 or 4 and fondly remember 1 and 3 even if Amy Farrah Fowler and her writers distracted us from our fond Indy favorites no matter which movie.

Authors note: I appreciate the feedback, I really do. I also appreciate the back channel pep talks. Originally, The Marine and the Troll was going to be one part. I was concerned that the tragedies were not going to be tight enough and the sexual encounter inadequate. It seemed to be writing itself and I left the end open - when I saw some of the comments, I started on a part 2. I was annoyed at myself in that with multiple proofing’s typos still made it in the original. My only defense is that English was not my first language. I grew up speaking Hillbilly and was publicly educated. For input, I was going to solicit input as a reply to this main thread. As a fan of many genres, a fictional simile that comes to mind is the Big Bang Episode where Sheldon breaks his new in box toy and swaps it with Leonard’s duplicate toy. His ethical conscience is represented by a 6 inch Spock and his guilty conscience is represented by a Gorn. It illustrates my absurd fear of breaking the story and being double fisted by a live long and prosper Spock hand side by side with a Gorn claw. On the flip side, not continuing would be a surrender which is against my nature. So, if you want me to continue, it will cum.

Saturday I woke to realize something was missing then I realized it was my morning wood. My eyes still too cloudy to read my watch, the big alarm clock display read 08:09 and the alarm had not yet rung but my brain was still foggy and I was startled when it did go off a moment later. I did a quick sit-up to turn it off and was reminded of the unorthodox wringer I had been putting my body through. At a snore, I saw Ralph was still asleep doing a twitch every now and then. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down the hall to the showers remembering Barry from just a few hours before. I did a quick shower and brushed my teeth, decided on a jock vs my under armor, and got into my baseball uniform. I grabbed my Baseball Gear Bag, put my phone inside and headed towards the Athletic Fields. Stretched, cleated up and did some base dash drills, set my phone and videoed a few slides that I could watch later. I stretched again after going to the batting cages. A few teammates were already there doing drills and so on. The following weekend would be Homecoming, and the campus would be a zoo. I orbited back to doing base run drills then saw our pitcher and catcher doing some warmups. I jogged over giving them a thumbs up to say I was available for whatever. As other players arrived after the pitcher catcher warmup a loose drill of practice evolved and went on till noon with breaks for water and the locker room john. I noticed the cheer squad was on a neighboring area practicing for the following weekend and Barry and I made eye contact and exchanged a nod. As it got hotter, most of us changed from cleats to trainers and went to the fitness circuit machines and weight room. As we were doing reps near each other Ty told me about some homecoming parties two of which were at Black Frats and suggested I check them out. I Thanked him and replied I would come if I can, the Athletic Staff Elves are kind of busy with the games, events, and alumni. All of the events on Friday and the sucking and fucking early Saturday morning still had my pecker tired, but my ass was starting to feel the need for seed but there was too much of a crowd to score in the locker rooms and showers. I again did a costume change but just into Sweaty Jock and shorts this time. My feet needed to breathe some. I padded out of the locker room and headed for the woods where I hoped to get lucky. Over at the last bench before the woods, I found a perfect spot. Legs and feet in the sun, upper torso in the shade, the breeze was one of those early Fall winds that was warm but hinted at chills to come. It was better to get some sun while it was pleasant. I pulled out my phone. My brother’s App had been in silent running mode ever since had my ass chewed out by Coach Smith. I had decided to explore all the settings but now was not the time. I switched it to active but left POZ PING unselected since I was unsure what that would do. I stood and headed for some clusters on the map display hoping for some satisfaction. Deeper in the woods it was darker and hotter. The breeze was barely making it in this deep but the rustle from the leaves above indicated it was still blowing. Here was one of the pick nick tables as I came to a small clearing It was enough of a gap that it was drenched in sunlight due to the sun’s angle sort of like an altar bathed in light. If my previous experience was any indication, the forest frolickers would find me. I dropped my shorts in the bag and left on the jock to keep my dick from rubbing on the concrete top and stretched out belly down. It did not take long; there were some twig snap and other noises as the fairies of this forest came to investigate. Oh, Great another bottom. Yes, but look at that ass! Is he passed out? No, looks like the slut is sunning itself, see he twitched! There was no shifting of the stone table, but I felt a presence, then a wide separation of my cheeks, the feel of young scruff facial hair, then a lick then a probing tongue. A phone vibrated. I was pulled forward right up to an erect cock which I swallowed whole eliciting a sigh from its owner who started thrusting while another fairy, perhaps my licker got on top and started pounding my other hole. Other hands were on my body, stroking my back which felt very orgasmic, two were licking each foot and causing me to giggle around the cock in my throat as they rough tongued my insoles. My hands were guided to stiff dripping cocks. The way my head was turned and pressed into a trapped position by the Top who was pounding me I only had a clear view of the base of the cock that was occasionally stoppering up my air, his bush, and a portion of the uncut cock to my left that I was stroking the foreskin hood back to show a large cockhead with some Pre forming at the tip. I felt my pouch stirring and being compressed against the concrete as my poor tired cock was struggling. My Pitcher Top finished up with a yell and moved off. Rather than being replaced, hands flipped me rotating on the axis of the cock that was bruising my throat and I was on my back. My jock pouch was shifted to the side freeing my pitifully tired cock which was engulfed immediately. Phones continued to vibrate and ping. My throat Pitcher was Cumming loudly and my legs were being lifted while others were spitting on my hole. A very large cock was inserted into my ass as I was bent into a U, I could both see and feel it was large. With only one cumload, spit and sweat it started worming in haltingly, meeting a lot of resistance. It was removed, some more spit splattered my hole and was reinserted with the force of my fairy fucker’s body weight. At my throat, I was dealing with both cock and cumload choking me so I could only whine as I was impaled from the bottom. Eventually, he pulled out his deflating dick which was replaced. The death grip friction my stinging asshole was applying to my rear invader caused him to swell and he started panting then shooting, I could definitely feel the spurts. I was trying to remember, damn, all of the training Burt had workshopped into me, but nothing covered safe word signaling when your throat was stuffed with cock. My foot worshipping fairies were tonging between my toes alternating with sucking on several toes at a time. The Oral, Anal, Foot, Tit and skin stoking sensations had my tired cock and balls trying to deliver. I felt the constant tingle of orgasm but could not tell if I was delivering anything or not. Cocks were replaced, phones continued to ding and buzz, the shadows got longer. The cock in my ass finished up. I must have dozed off. “How Long”? I managed to croak. I focused on a groundskeeper tucking his cock away. “Dunno kid, from these puddles, looks like all day” and walked off whistling. I looked and saw my bag with uniform, cleats, glove, trainers, shorts, and phone were unmolested. Plus, there was a note: ‘Your Feet are Sexy, but next time wear your cleats (no socks) My you are sooo hot and steamy’! Ugh, as I arranged my jock and put on my shorts and trainers I started wiping up as much cum as I could on my abdomen, face, legs and sawed the already wet and now cummy towel across my back. There was nothing I could do about the solidifying cum in my hair and no matter what, my ass was going to be wet for a while until I could push out some of the loads. I could have pushed them out there but my cumdump slut soul vetoed the idea. I painfully walked back to the Dorms keeping the sperm I had been given. ..not the end….

…I love Selfies said Jeff as he pulled out leaving a cummy gape. I’ll have the labs tomorrow mid day, but by the color, I’d speculate you may have a microscopic Hematuria. No worries. After I had cleaned his dick with the slight taste of copper and blood, I looked at him and said – Question? “Shoot” Jeff replied. If I needed to pass a drug test that I would not actually pass? Jeff replied, that question would be very improper if I had heard it incorectly. Let me ask it back to you and see if I heard you correctly? At my nod, he proceeded. “ First, a precursor: Before or after your pozzing have you felt despair or depression”? I nodded, slowly catching on to his thread. It did not take me long, one drug was a heavy anchor on my soul. Tina vs G I replied. Jeff said, that would be a wise choice, long term perks or oxy would be hard to explain as a prescription for an active sports team player. Antidepressants for a college freshman who got caught pozzing his father is easier to explain. When he saw my expression and avalanche of embarrassment drift over my face, Jeff lightened up and said gotcha! Jus fucking with you, you should see your expression. You are going to have to learn to hold your expressive cards closer to your vest. Look, it is an anomaly for college freshmen to not need antidepressants. A prescription would work as long as you are not impaling your hole on every shard you see. Regardless, as you progress into your season, you are going to have to drop your use way down. Lets talk after Halloween. I will not bother advising cutting back on the sex, I dislike giving medical advice when I know will be ignored. I thanked him and Ubered back to the Dorms to find Ralph already has his basic stuff back in. Shit I exclaimed, I meant to call the Resident SA. Easy, Ralph said, you did text him an SMS Text (since Adam has your SIM cloned). A word of caution there Poz Boy, I recommend you never piss off your brother. We looked at each other and started laughing. Later, we found out another reason why dorm life sucks, well one of hundreds of reasons. The Beds are fine to fuck on, not the best, but better than the sexual Forbidden Forrest. Cuddling was a tight squeeze, and getting any rest two to a twin is almost impossible, shoving them together was not going to happen for very real reasons. However, oce we established a system and a rhythm, it was a night of “charge me up again” from Ralph; and “fuck my brains out you homophobe” from me. Good thing it was the start of the weekend. Early morning, I woke to complaining muscles and saw I was still in Ralphs bed, I was able to extricate myself electing a snore and a fidget from Ralph. My eyes were blurry and I was having trouble focusing on my watch. The larger alarm read 3:30 AM The pressure in my bladder was a clue as to why I had woken so early after such a late night. Feeling like I was about to burst, I staggered out into the hall naked. Technically, we were supposed to cover up in common areas but being scolded by the Resident Assistant at this hour was unlikley. I made it down the hall to the combination restroom/shower room. This was a Coed Dorm, segregated by floor and while it was rare, sex in the showers was not unheard of. As I drained my bladder, I heard the non-stealthy sounds of gagging and slurping. My balls had shot at least three loads late Friday night and Saturday morning plus my projectile trick shot so when I started to get a rise as I slowly jacked my dick I was aware my inner slut was in control. I rounded the corner, my dick still rising in my hand. Tyrone, a baseball teammate was being blown by Barry one of the flexible muscle boys on the Cheer Squad. Ty as he liked to be called saw me and gave me a nod. Barry was deepthroating Ty’s black python and sparked some technical admiration from me. Barry obviously had skills. As I was admiring Barry’s abilities and the huge cock and balls that I had obviously seen but never in an erected state, Ty pushed the back of Barrys head all the way down onto his pole, cutting off his air and I noted Ty’s balls and Dick Root pulsing showing signs of the delivery of a massive load. Barry was gurgling but otherwise not complaining, in fact, it sounded like he was humming. Ty had his eyes closed with a smile on his face. After a time where Barry appeared to be suckling Ty’s shirking member he pulled out, spat in Barrys Face, gave me a nod and said to Barry “Take Good Care of my Teammate”. Barry noticed me as Ty left, well, it was my cock he noticed. I was simply attached. This boy had some lungs! It felt like he was trying to suck my feet out through my cock. I muttered a complaint of ‘sensitive!’ but he either did not hear, or did not care. My dick was numb but responding to the vacuum chamber I had incautiously inserted it into. I looked down on his defined back and a butt that was saying ‘breed me’. As I felt my dick reach an adequate hardness, I said turn around. Barry was saying do you know your status? And I automatically replied would it matter? As he cock sleeved me as forcefully as I was impaling him. I had not bothered to check with a finger since it did not really matter, but the fact that my dick was dragging strands of sticky perm out of his ass on the backstroke he had also had a busy night and morning. Then my tired dick and balls rose to the challenge. If anything, the sensitive state of my cock made the tingling orgasm all the more extreme. As he straightened, I noted his limp cock was still rather long and dangling despite being visibly spent. I kissed him and said if you ever want to return the favor, you know here I live. I shuffled back to my room and bed. …not the end….

The Marine and the Troll Under The Bridge 7-31-2025 I have been trying to find the courage to post this one for a long time, It is one of the reasons I was just a Breeding Zone Lurker/Reader and not a full user. For those who have liked my Sticky Situation in another forum, this is darker. Many may not like it, Most Vets will recognize the shadows that haunt us. Rest assured that this is a work of fiction with some landmarks and truisms tossed in. However, my hesitation in posting is because this could have very well happened to me. It is not a happy fantasy cum true. Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. /////////// Mike here, 21Years old, 5’11” when I stretch, 28” waist,160 Lbs. and a 7 inch cut dick and I am a Gay Marine. When I say gay, I mean in the spectrum of things, I am pretty damn gay. Or as gay as a virgin can be. In Highschool, I had eventually realized I was gay like my Uncle who at that time was also pretty damn gay. I mean I tried doing the traditional route, I dated girls in Highschool but never seemed to get as lucky as my peers, mostly it was a drain on my poor wallet. It had occurred to me that my friends might be fudging their scorecards some, but I had nothing to measure against. Marine Corps Bootcamp was not a discovery risk. Plenty of gay Recruits have earned their EGA. Boot Camp – East Coast/West Coast is pretty regimented down to 5 minute timeslices. If a Recruit has time to pop a Boner, the Senior Drill Instructor is letting his Junior DIs slack off. My uncle tells me that back in the day, female Beautiful Alluring Marines unofficially known as BAMs were only trained at PI, but then everything changed. Females were still taught makeup appropriate for the uniform, but they were expected to Shoot (Every Marine A Rifleman) regardless of sex, and both the Boot Camps in Hollywood and PI were machines that instructed Recruits in the Core Fundamentals of the Corps: Honor, Bravery, GUNG HO/Pulling Together, Combat Basics all while instilling the foundation of never leaving a Comrade Behind. Gung Ho was lifted from the Chinese, Semper Fidelis was the bedrock Prejudice of color were mostly expelled in WWII around the timeframe after Iwo. One color Mattered and it was Green (or) the flip side of that was Khaki. Old Corps Marines might dimly recall the mantra of Green Side Out, Brown side out, run in circles scream and shout. The ITV network at bootcamp was always streaming Sands of IWO Jima so that by the time a recruit graduates and goes to additional schooling or the Fleet, they have seen it around 40 times. Aviation fields were integrated with Naval Training at NAS Pensacola if you had spunk, or were otherwise worthy, and failed a technical course, you might be dropped to a less technically demanding track like Avionics would drop back to Aviation Electrical, Aircraft Engine Mechanic might drop to Airframes and Structures so as to not waste the core aviation training you already had. Mechanics who were situationally aware at the line level units were evaluated for Crew Chief or Door Gunner Duty. It was as a Crew Chief, my soul died. I had seen combat, I had even benefited from counselling during and after combat. I had lost Battle Buddies and Warrior Brothers, it was a heavy burden. Some peers had committed suicide, prevention screening was heightened. Then the event that changed my life for the worse. During a training mission a catastrophic failure which prevented any real effort to Auto-Rotate dumped 4 of us and a UH-1N into Davy Jones’ Locker. Most Marines get Water Survival Qualified at least once. Aviation crew personnel in the Marines and the Navy are required to go through the Dunker Trainer. If successfully completed, you have a 9 in 10 chance of exiting a water crash if you retain consciousness during the initial ditch. I was knocked so hard I cracked my helmet but I was conscious enough to take a deep breath and try to move towards the front pilot in command a copilot seats as the sea rushed in but the flooding and the increasing darkness fuzzed my awareness. Then I was being pulled out backwards by my flight vest and broached the surface sputtering with the other surviving crew member Joe Richwalski who said “at least I don’t have to do Mouth to Mouth” as he inflated my flotation bladder in the vest took another deep breath and dove down, his vest remaining uninflated. I dipped my aching head and tried to peer though the murk. I was panicked but mechanically preparing to deflate my vest and dive when Joe again broached the surface. We can’t reach them and turned his face away but dove again in case he was wrong. The Rescue was pretty quick during combat or training – if a tracked flight goes off grid, the response is ASAP. My debrief and report got Joe cited with a Meritorious Service Medal and my head and orthopedic injuries got me transferred from flight status to medical holding. Segregation of serious Combat Wounded Marines and those who suffer an injury as a line of duty incident is routine. If a Marine just back from deployment wraps their Motorcycle around a telephone pole while drunk, that is not usually a Line Of Duty injury. The fact that it was a mech failure of equipment with loss of life during operations training meant I was re slotted into a billet until I could be medically stabilized, evaluated and potentially medically discharged. My new Duty Station assignment was published, I was attached to Marine Barracks Annex, Washington DC. Because I had done band and music in High School, and Sound/Theater during the same period, by oddball chance I was slotted into a ‘Roadie’ billet supporting the Marine Orchestra. The in-brief/Welcome Aboard was typical but some of the specifics were non-standard. The extra decorum expected of Marines in the Nations Capitol, and the Rocks and Shoals that would get us into instant trouble. A whole list of historical infractions such as drunk Marines trying (and sometimes succeeding in the old days) of climbing the Whitehouse Fence; right down to Drunk and Disorderly; or the catchall ‘Conduct Unbecoming A Marine”. I had been low, now I was very low. Then I learned my Uncle had died. While I had affection for my parents, somehow, I loved my Uncle more. The whispers not from my parents but from the cousins was that it involved complications from AIDS or HIV. Knowing my attraction towards men, and knowing the risks, the last time I spoke to my Uncle I had asked him to take my virginity. His response after a pause, Oh Mike, I love you like you were my own son. I could not possibly, and I heard something unintelligible, and he hung up. When I came back from the funeral, I still had some leave and I went on a bender. The Gayborhood on East Capitol Street that my Uncle had once described was gone. Remington’s, Mr. Henry’s, all gone. However, there were still plenty of bars and about 01:30 in the morning, I realized as they prepped for last call that I was too broke for a hotel, and too drunk to successfully bluff my way back through the security gate. This may be redundant for Vets who know it already, but perhaps for a few it will bring into focus just how much of a burden Marines can carry. The Marine Corps was born in a Bar so a drunk marine is nothing new. I had tied one on trying to anesthetize my mind from the pain of compounded loss. To add to my woes, it started raining, then pouring rain. I huddled under one of the overpasses in despair. I was as wary as I could be but even if I got rolled/robbed they would not get much. The ever-present homeless population noticed the high and tight haircut and most kept to their selected spots but one said to scoot up the underpass slope – the chilly wind is not so bad there. He said his name was Leo and I told him my name was Mike. Leo said Marine Right? I replied yes. Leo said thank you for your service. I hung my head. What’s wrong? I assure you are not the first Marine to pause under this shelter and you won’t be the last. In my drunken state, I started recounting my story providing what a sober mike would realize was too much information. I fell asleep and became wakeful with some wonderful feelings. The rain was still pounding, my dick was out. Had Leo been blowing me? My erection had never been this hard even when jacking off and watching porn. I had no other experience to compare it to. I started buttoning up and Leo said no worries, just helping out a shipmate. I looked a silent question in his direction. ’82 he said after a bit, just before the Marine Barracks was attacked. Friends of mine went ashore from the LHAs for a card game. He leaned back over and unbuttoned my fly while keeping a wary eye on my reactions. I was silent except for a gasp as he took me into his mouth. My erection reappeared and within a short few seconds I blew a huge load down his throat and he swallowed and swallowed, suckling for a while. He must have kept a little because he pulled out a skoal can and hawked a gob into it setting it aside. He said roll over and I hesitantly complied. He pulled my jeans and shorts down and started licking my hole. I was paralyzed with fear and lust Fight or Flight did not even occur to me. My gasps were followed by groans as his tongue entered my anus. With the chill air, I felt warm and Rosy. My anus was relaxed from beer and Leo’s tongue. He stopped and moved up inserting a finger, then two, then three. He spat on my hole and I heard the skol can lid drop as he added my cum to my ass. I shuddered. He entered and not with a finger this time. The initial entry was sharp, but I was calm, and still drunk but aware. As my hole relaxed he went deeper, he was rubbing my love nut and every time my ass would clench he would sigh. Eventually he picked up the pace and his dick expanded further blowing a definite series of cum spirts up my ass. As he deflated and withdrew, he continued his soothing talk. Mike, I’m sure your Uncle would have eventually come around. Here is the gift he did not have the opportunity to give you. I’m sure he would have helped out a shipmate eventually. After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join tour Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough…. …not the end….

Thank you and others for input. Balls - well I like balls! But at certain points, they distract me, but I still play with them and use them, They are effective for timelines - I just castrate them from the draft end paragraphs. Other suggestions including apparitions gave me some pause. There is already a crowd in Richards head (and mine as well). Thinking about this brought out the Truman Capote ghost and we will see if that egg is rotten, cracked, or golden. There is a minor pause in story line because I sought guidance on allowed subtopics from moderators but the story continues on. I do apologize on typos, even with proofing and reproofing, things slip through. It is no defense, but it (is) my excuse that it is difficult to think and type while jacking off. Cheers!

authors note: As large as the world is, it is astounding how connected we are. Sometimes, it is like finding out you just fucked your dad through a backroom glory hole. I am stunned at some of the reach arounds of people I have met here and amazed at the connections. I value your input, I treasure your input, rest assured, I have a tally sheet so if a suggestion you have made winds up in the thread or another thread, I will list the tally in the credits. For those who have encouraged me with your enthusiasm, I thank you now, and will repeatedly thank you. and now, back to Sticky Situation (continued)... Curveballs 7/30/25 Richard? Richard? You OK? I became aware of a voice. I replied just 5 more minutes. Richard! In my state I could not snap awake, but I became more aware. The voice again and my head was pounding – Richard, you with us? Calling Richard…. I responded “What”? As I opened my eyes and tried to take inventory of my body. In the sling next to mine Ralph said “I started getting concerned when you stopped moaning about fire in the hole and went silent”. My mind was still staggering on starting my body inventory when I realized my hole was stinging with a sensation that hinted too much abuse and chems. Then I groaned as I realized a background feeling was an ache starting with my Cock and reflected in every back and leg muscle. There was a definite warm burn in my ass and while I was obviously still high, it was not the sting a shard would make. It was definitely full, my ass and gut felt bloated and ready to burst like a water balloon. With painful repercussions I readjusted my legs in their stirrup straps and felt the pins and needles of returning circulation. With protesting neck and shoulder muscles I was able to adjust my head and look at the mirror suspended over my sling. From the tubing, it looked like I had been receiving Ralph’s piss as an anal infusion via the hollow Butt plug I now realized was stoppering up my guts. I tried to push the load of whatever and the plug out but felt weak. Ralph continued “Burt thought it funny since we were Butt Brothers and all that we be piss brothers as well”. My foggy mind realized that explained the burn. I was getting the same chempiss enema treatment that Ralph had been getting from me, while my enema was Ralphs heavy chemload as his body processed out the crystal. As I groped for something to say, Ralph went on. Since we’re butt buddies now, can I move back in? Being a roommate with benefits has some advantages you know. Artie said I am a star cocksucker. OK I murmured afraid to shake my head yes. My eyes worked around to what should have been number 1 on my inventory and I saw my cock, shriveled up, exhausted and pooled around the head… I screamed! Seeing a pool of sperm on your belly was what I had for years considered as ‘normal’. Seeing blood like from a nosebleed around where your shriveled cock lay dying would upset any male in any situation. Ralph said “Oh you saw the blood”? Initially they were going to take you to the ER but it stopped soon enough after the catheter was removed. They slid it into me for your chempiss douche so we are truly blood brothers and butt brothers by injection so to speak. A clatter of boots on the stairs pre-announced Burt along with Adam’s arrival as they came downstairs. Good Morning Sunshine! Are you going to let us remove your ass from the sling now? You were a wildcat earlier when we started to pull you out and put you to bed. Every muscle in your body is going to make you regret that later today. As Adam slid another tub under me and gently tugged on my buttplug giving it a little twist now and then, I could feel my asshole reluctantly give up its prize. My guts emptied through the gaping opening and Adam was singing a song snippet about Yellow Snow. I no longer felt like I was about to burst, but I was too sore and weak to put on my jock so Adam led me to a bondage table, and started dressing me like I was his little brother, Jock, Shorts, Running Shoes, Put your phone in the pocket. Meanwhile Burt had released Ralph from his Catheter plumbing and Bondage and helped him regain a wobbly balance. Burt said, I know you both are likely queasy, but breakfast is on upstairs and you have to eat before I’ll let you leave. Adam will drive you both to the dorms. You can barely keep your eyes open so better safe than sorry. Richard, you need to go by the Doc’s after practice, Jeff is working late tonight, call him when you are on your way. Adam? Yes? I told him Ralph was moving back in to my dorm room. Adam made a noncommittal sound and the rest of the drive was in silence. Adam parked us at the dorm complex and used his phone to ping for an Uber. Ralph and I looked at each other, did a brief hug and trudged to our respective rooms for a shower and fresh clothes. Clean and refreshed on the outside but still a tired nasty dirty boy on the inside, I went into my little stash and popped an upper so I could make it through the day. 10:00 AM Speech Class was a necessary core within both BA and BS track cores. As the class droned on, the breakfast and the upper had me feeling better about the day, all while writing mental notes to myself to never again party so hard on a Thursday Night. I would normally just do a smoothie for lunch but this time I needed more even though I knew it would make me lethargic. I did not want to be inattentive or lethargic at Practice but had to have something to fuel the rest of the day. Coach Jones was the head coach for the Baseball Team along with a team sandwich of staff and scholarship slaves like myself. When we had done some start of the year evaluations he had said My batting skills were good but needed improvement, he liked my game situational awareness and moved me from my High school spot in Right Field to Center. Season starts were weeks away, but our practices had gone from maintain & sustain drills to a higher gear. All the teams were from the top half of the HS sports population and overall very fit so there was no tearing down and building up at this phase of the school year, but working on strength, speed, and skills were the primary focus in this part of the pre-season timeline. We were starting to operate as a team who was familiar with each other’s abilities, and therefore when a fly ball just passed my head and I would not even had to move my stance to make the catch you could hear some groans from my other teammates that I had let down. Yes, it was just an early interim practice, but my body seemed to not make up its mind between draining the blood from my face or turning me rose red. How I remained upright with a staggering realization of my fuckup at lease saved me a trip to the clinic where my partying would be revealed, but Coach Jones called an end to the practice and said where everyone could hear – “Richard, my office please”. In Coach Jones’ office he told me to sit and he offered me a bottled water which I chugged. “Richard, I do not normally give warnings. Guidance is another matter. How are you adjusting to school”? I stammered a reply of a combination of Easy and Hard. Coach went on to say, “I am not just your Team Coach, but I am faculty. If you are experiencing problems, please feel free to come to me. There are a lot of resources I can refer you to and knowledge I can tap. You are not the first distracted player I have Coached and I expect you will not be the last. Promise me you will come to me if things get confusing. I nodded and mumbled yes coach. Richard? One more thing, if it came to my official attention, you were high on my field or in my dugout, you would quickly find yourself off my Field. That’s All”. I left the coaching offices feeling a little numb. Curly from the sex woods by the Athletic Fields who I had since learned was actually named Nathan was there with his friend Ted. I had noticed them at some previous practices and here they were standing in the forecourt so we exchanged 'heys'. As was the theme with these two, they often opened up with a love the way your ass moves as you dash in for a scoop and throw, or loved the way you rode our ponies referring to the DP in the brush. My slutty ass was attracted, but nearly being caught last time always made me noncommittal. Fortunately, I was saved by the bell as my phone rang. The display showed it was from Dr. Fardshisheh’s office. It was Jeff Bruckner. Richard? When can I expect to see you this evening? You are coming right? I told him yes, just hitting the showers. He said skip the showers, you can do that later. I told Curly and Ted I had to dash. I was too tired and sore to Bicycle over so I Ubered over and found the doors locked. I rang the bell and Jeff appeared ushering me in. Strip, this may take a while. Once you are in your birthday suit, please give me a urine sample in this and handed me a lab cup. Once that was done, he put on a tourniquet, swapped my arm vein with alcohol and told me to make a fist and he stuck me for a blood draw. When he was done, he put on a gauze pad and a medical tape wrap. He said open your mouth and say ahhhh! He looked in with a light and said now we are doing it again with a swab. Just pretend it is my cock which you always manage to gobble without gaging. OK he said after putting the swab in a tube. Lets go deeper. Get on the table, feet in the stirrups please his ungloved hand manipulated my cock with a few winces from me. He jellied up my penis and lower abdomen. Here we go, there was the whooshing echo sound from the ultra sound and as he scoped along my penis, then he switched over to my lower abdomen and continued pressing in spots. Then he took a small shield and put it over my balls. He pulled an X-Ray emitter head down and angled it at a precise angle as if he could see my insides without the use of medical devices. I suppose kids are not a concern, eh? However cancer in the sack is a bitch therefore the shield, and this is very low dose. Jeff went out of the room after saying don’t move and I heard the beep. Jeff came back in and looked at the image. A Radiologist will review this, but kidney stones would show up like a Christmas Tree so there is that good news. Certain diets and some meds including HIV meds can metabolize into metallic salts and produce Kidney Stones. They can be problematic if they are simply just chillin, they can be excruciating if one breaks up and you pass it down your urethra, and in extreme cases we have to go up the tube of your cock, grab them, crunch them and drag the shards out. Some of my friends love the pain Jeff continued, but most people I know do not consider it an experience they want on their bucket list. OK, here goes, and I felt a mini dicklet probe broaching the anus of my cockhead and continuing up snaking its way up a one way alley in the wrong direction. I was straining to look but the screen was edge on. Jeff said Trust me, its best if you don’t see this right now. After a moment he said good and staked the scope back out of my plumbing. OK, time to pay for my services, without any warning he stuck his gelled up cock in my ass and I heard the woosh of the machine. After a series of thrusts, I felt his dick growing larger, his thrusts more ragged. OK, clench for the camera and as I clenched I ejaculated - my initial volley rocketed out of my aching hard shaft landing in my left eye and nostril. That’s it! Smile for the Camera and he unloaded up my ass. As I came down from my orgasm, I noted he had turned the Ultrasound Screen towards me which showed his clock rubbing past my prostate in the instant before his ejaculation. Jeff said, I love Selfies. ...not the end....

Yes, Please go on

Last weekend in Central Virginia romping in the Woods with the Bears. I like to start early in a run weekend to take advantage of the full balls and stiff dicks. A bear half my age, but a cockring twice the size I have ever accommodated confused my hole for a short time, but had it singing a few stoke down the lane. Then a thin Bear with a huge 8" wrecked my hole. I was in heaven. Next day I played with an older bear that had my asshole quivering as he spoke of his dead partner. My words were empathic, but my desire and lust had my inner slut quivering.

I was so sad to see a safe (dirty) space killed off by criminals. The original Glory Hole where Nats Park is now, and the newer location was a refuge for those who never longed for A-Gay Idyllic Life. The original spaces under the Falcon Cinema had an arena space where a lineup would chain-bang true sub pigs. The glory holes in one part had an integrated fuck bench where you could lay and collect anonymous loads and STI's with your ass backed up to the hole for hours. on belly, or in my case on my back legs up against the wall. It was a refuge for no loads refused cumdumps.

Oh yes, not the end.....

I'm back from a no loads refused weekend in the woods with the Bears. Inspiration cums in spurts. Enjoy! Rushing out into the Ruckus... I rushed through the exit door to find two of Burt’s guys holding Ralph mostly upside down, spread like a wishbone in the moment before someone makes a wish. Burt had followed close behind but I blurted, I think there might be a misunderstanding? Burt followed up with a question aimed at Ralph: Were we not clear in the instructions to steer clear of Richard after your homophobic flame posts? Ralph was clearly afraid and just shy of a panic attack but some anger and umbrage drove a series of quick responses. No I did not follow him! On the Posts - Yes, I was angry, Yes, I was jealous, Yes I was envious! Gays have it too easy! As soon as those words registered there was a chorus of laughter from the crowd. If anything, Ralph got angrier. You disagree? You can have a relationship, you can have a fling, you can have an anonymous hookup and not even know the other guy’s name! I was told to stay away from you, even when I was reaching out sincerely! Since you are such as Star, I cast about and eventually got what I needed from Artie…. Ralph was starting to continue but I interrupted by asking confusedly Artie? ‘My’ Troll answered from the oddball gathering “that’s me Hollywood”! You are on a first name basis with the Troll? Ralph’s fear had dissipated, but his umbrage had remained. “Don’t you think that sounds a little prejudiced even for you?” As I realized just how bad that sounded the reverberations of this situation became clear(er). You and your ‘movers’ had made it clear I was not going to get any help from you. These toilets were online as cruise areas, am I barred from here as well? No, I blurted, but then added, wait – how long have you been at this? Ralph replied “ever since I was turned down by my roommate after begged for an understanding shoulder to cry on and a helping hand in getting off. I shouted a retort - I may have just pozzed you! I was counting back and said out loud, 'not knowing the status of who you have played with, it still might work out if you get on a Post Exposure Prophylaxis regimen within the next couple of days'. I was interrupted by Ralph – You are not getting it! You/We 'gays' all have it too easy, I was thinking I could go for some easy as well! The words I had been going to say vanished like smoke. I plinked and turned to Burt, this is really weird but look, he drove here and I did not even necessarily plan to come here on the running trail. Voicing my concerns to Adam were spot on, there (was) something odd, or off, but it was just an uncomfortable topic that blew up due to my not understanding. I turned to Ralph and said I was sorry, really sorry, what can I do to make it up to you? I continued – If you were not Pozzed before, you very well could have been Pozzed today. I am still pretty toxic on multiple fronts it appears. Do you want to go to the clinic? Ralph responded “Fuck No! Loose everything I have gained? Everything I have honestly EARNED? I leaned in and kissed him while forgetting very recent events. Whew, we need to get rid of that brown lipstick. If you come with us, we can show you the ropes so to speak. After a quick consult with Burt, I was driving Ralph to the basement where Burt had so recently sent me through a crash course in Fuck U Studies. Ralph was still experiencing an occasional shake or shudder as he came off of his adrenaline rush. It was still late afternoon when we arrived at Burts and we led Ralph downstairs and told him to strip. Ralph was plain and ordinary in the face; he was not ripped but thin enough so that his ab muscles would peep out defined when he was at certain angles or when bending over. His ass – seen now in a new light despite the darkness of the dungeon looked fuckable enough. We lifted him into the sling and strapped him in which had him looking worried again. You’ll not find any squeaky clean flower arranging gay guys here, but some things are set into stone. If you put a skidmark on a gay man’s white sofa, he will quite probably hurt you. He stuck his pierced semi-hard dick in head deep and pushed a little farther. Ralphs eyes got wider as his raw hole felt Burt's PA worming through, then felt the crystal burn of Burts Chem Piss reacting with Ralph’s dirty end. Burt continued - funny thing about the early days of AIDS, a lot of researchers initially jumped to absurd conclusions but sometimes got the answer right. Your little pucker looked pretty raw, but solid waste can trap precious DNA from making its way towards impregnation. Our little group was growing by the sounds of boots on the stairs comments of encouragement from the gathering crowd, the froth spurt sounds from the beer tap at each pull of a pint. I downed an Electrolyte/G Mix and climbed into the neighboring sling. While my ass knew everyone’s cock intimately, one of Burt’s crew whose name I could not remember put on a strap and prepped me for a single point Slam. Burt was finished with Ralph’s internal golden douching instructing him to keep his hole clamped shut and slowly pulled out. I was coughing as my slam was completed and when that fit stopped I was handed a regular unmarked water bottle. Which I downed with a guzzle. Another of Burt’s crew stepped up to continue the piss enema in Ralph as I was starting my flight. I felt a fondling and my dick which had started to get hard before the slam had been in that semi-hard state as if it could not make up its mind. A catheter was inserted down my piss tube and attached to an infusion pump rig with an empty IV Bag. An IV needle was inserted and taped into a vein and a saline drip started. I must have been dehydrated by the Athletic Department shift, my run, the toilet dramas and the heat stress because I immediately felt better but was also pretty high realizing my relative inexperience and my short history with Crystal. I was eventually aware of Ralph being told to push out the contents of his guts which he complied with. Another cycle was performed with a water doucher spraying his insides for another cycle of cleanout which was also expelled into the tub. Burt told Ralph normally we would brush you up with a toothbrush or something else but your raw hole looks prepped already. No half measures Ralph exclaimed! Really? Burt asked, ok, let’s see what we have and he started pulling open drawers to an industrial toolbox. Burt removed a bottle brush and ran his fingers along the bristles – Looks soft, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. Plus, we have some icing to go with it up your other cakehole. Burt dipped it in a goo filled jar, cupped his hand under it during removal and shoved it into Ralphs cunt electing a scream from Ralph. Burt continued sliding it in and Ralph was moaning it burns! Burt did a twist on his outstroke and repeated the cycle a few times. Burt said don’t be a crybaby, a friend of mine used to use Jalapeno ketchup as lube because he liked the reaction of the boys writhing on his dick as well as the visuals. Here, sip this and Ralph was offered a G laced water bottle to drug up his other end. Let’s let this cook for a bit and Burt turned away from the boy who acted as if he was grabbing for butterflies with his asshole. It was quite a solo sling dance as his hole became a hungry Beggar. Meanwhile I was being milked for my chempiss with side dishes and treats including another point slam, a J-Lube Frozen buttercup laced with Tina. As it was consumed in the fires of my rectum, my ass convulsed with reactions which increased as the puck melted and released more Crystal, releasing more burn. The kegger group was alternating Beer, Pipe and other stuff and some more boots could be heard on the stairs. A line started for Ralph where the first guy said, let me help scratch that itch for you and hilted himself in Ralphs red hole. As the line defined, another line started for me. One of Burt’s Lieutenants came up to the bottom of my sling and as he rammed his cock in said “You are a good trouble-maker and catastrophe catcher if I ever saw one” as he started a rough fuck. While Ralph and I hosted dozens of cocks, I eventually came to the realization that I was being fucked by Adam. As I was still flying, I think what he said was Bro, do you need to bring home every stray you find? I responded, “what is this little brother? You’re not filming?” He leaned in close and said – of course I am! We have streaming cameras that are recording anytime the dungeon is in use. Then he leaned back and went to town. Prior to this, with all my [banned word] thoughts, I would have never considered the ramifications of orgasm or overstimulation with a catheter in place; my mind was blown and I passed out.

Sticky Situation – Continued Wednesday was the day I was unprepared for. Besides sports duties, I had a single class on Wednesday Morning in Computer Science. Unlike many of my acquaintances, and certainly unlike my brother Adam, I was not a hacker, I was not a coder, I used tech as a tool set and ignored the bits and bytes in favor of jock things and sweat. It was a core requirement and that was that. Occasionally, my attention would sharpen at the term bugs, bug fix, etc. My general assumption the night before querying if I was wearing ‘sign’ was self-evident. It had been the app. Despite my Sherlockian conclusion, I was oblivious to classmates looking at phone notifications when I passed. I was just simply trying to make it through the day despite the pounding the night before. Wednesday afternoon was Athletics Department Duty, as I paused at the assignment roster to see if any changes to my assignments had occurred, the Director, Coach Smith leaned out into the hall and said “Richard, you got a moment?” Sure Coach I replied and followed him into his office. He had not gone to his desk but shooed me further in, hit play on a football tape and locked the door he had just closed. Go sit in my chair! Coach? Sit! Ass I delicately sat, he started explaining. This is not Kindergarten, Elementary or Highschool. We have a full spectrum of teams and athletic programs, we allow some leeway to students and we simply do not have the staff to babysit. I was experiencing some pain as if my numb tongue was inhibiting swallowing. Where was this going? For anyone, but especially scholarship students, I let out some slack when deserved and tighten the reins when needed. By this time I had learned how to swallow but mystified on how to gulp. To say I was still confused would be a massive understatement. Richard, you are as disruptive as a magnet in a compass factory. By this time, he had moved behind me, pushing his office chair out of the way. Sometimes lessons need to be driven home. He pulled down my shorts, spat on his cockhead and slid for home plate. Oof! I exclaimed in shock and disbelief. He started a ‘lesson plan’, First: We will have to work out a way for you to stop popping boners in front of players; It is distracting to gay and straight jocks alike! Second: The next time you jack off in a therapy tub you will be cleaning it with your tongue! If I notice you enjoying that too much, it will be the whole Hydrotherapy Bay! And Third: I had better be the last person to get bonus points from your ass your or dick during Athletic Department Scheduled Shift Hours… You..thrust….Got…thrust….Me…thrust…? and I could feel his uncut cock unloading as I came all over his blotter and clenched my asshole. I was blushing the crimson red of the lipstick of a whore during fleet week. Now turn and clean my cock! I turned, squatted and was a little startled he was still firm after painting my colon with his sperm. I started hesitantly but he drove it home and I complied with his orders. I kept sucking but did look up and he gave a slight smile. You might just be coachable after all. Now scoot! And turn off that App during duty hours, and thanks for the bonus points. I realized his phone had been vibrating. After I had left Coach Smith’s office my embarrassed red shade faded as my panic subsided. I fumbled into the phone application, set the toggle to silent running, rechecked my roster assignment since my short term memory had no recollection of what I had read there before Coach’s pep talk and went on with my duties. I skipped dinner, drank some water, and went to bed early to troubled embarrassing dreams. Thursday Morning I was better rested and focused that the days before. I had a late morning class College English 101 & Introduction to Writing. Besides the college core, some side topics included Journalling. My Gallows humor quipped to me that If I journaled half the stuff that had happened to me this year, the journal would burst into flames. The afternoon athletics department roster had me busy but it went quick. I had been thinking I needed to get into longer runs that just my track work and I wanted to stay away from the woods near the athletic fields for the time being. As a slave to the Sports Staffers, one of the perks besides the scholarship was my own gym locker in the farthest crannies of the student locker room, but it was mine to use for the year so I switched out of trainers for my Running Shoes, did a circuit of the gym doing light stuff and stretches and his the cross country trails away from the cruising trails. I went up my favorite hill path and realized my subconscious was dragging me towards the trail toilets for the County Park. I drank some of the tepid water from their broken water fountain and went inside to piss. some of the lighting was out but from the shoes and wheezing sounds, it looked like the Troll was doing his thing. I could not see who was in the center stall but I got into the other end stall. Troll was humping away and there was some yipping and some moaning. When the Troll was done. Mr. Center leaned forward and whispered let me suck you. He had not given the proper signal, but then I had not known jack when I was in his position first time either. I started putting my dick through and got a lick, then was sucked down to the hilt. He was either well trained or a natural cocksucker. As I got rampart hard he turned and whispered fuck me! And before I could act, he sheathed his ass on my cock, doing all the work like it was his calling to be a bottom. The hole was pretty tight, the Troll was not large, could he nearly be a virgin? As I thought about his tight hole, it started clenching and I went over the edge into orgasm mode. I heard a satisfied sigh from the other stall I caught a wiff as he pulled off my dick and sternly commanded clean my dick, haven’t you ever heard of a cleanout? My flesh hole turned, and complied with a few gags. Richard said don’t puke on my dick or you get that too! Then all hell broke loose. First there was a roar of pipes like Bike weekend at the Farm. Second was Burt bursting into the toilet shouting Ralph! What are you doing to Richard? I shouted Burt! Wait! As I opened my stall door and as Burt looked at me with my dick still out, Ralph ran screaming out into the night losing his shorts, his jock still around one ankle. For once, Burt was at a loss for words, I was processing that no words could describe the whole big picture situation and as I was reaching for any words to start with, there was a ruckus outside. Just then the Troll emerged and said Hey Hollywood, you always put on a good show! ….not the end……

OMG, I started Early Early, with a friend, diving in the city pool, practicing going underwater, moved to grabbing, moved to a quick suck, moved to suckling. As time passed, my suck buddy and I would perform complete blowjobs including swallowing, I would hang with my feet in the Pomme de Terre River, going pull ups under a low bridge while my best friend blew me. There were enough fishermen that we would occasionally see, but despite our startle reflexes, we kids were ignored. Perhaps those ShoMe country boys had their own secrets. Despite the real risks of a water moccasin in the river, or copperheads in the brush near the banks, my memories are fond ones. The risks of getting caught heightened our awareness, the {banned} aspect made it delicious.

Look on the local ATONS MC group page for charities they support and resources in the area, there are likely more, but these are the ones I know that are definitely local to you.

I see Viking8x6 already answered my answer as I scrolled through, I will add that my initial PEP treatment after I was zoned out in St Louis caused quite a gastro sleighride about 9 years ago. I've been on injectable PREP since the start of this (2025) year with no oscillations and no ill effects. I used to be a safe puppy but started raw since I am an old fuck, this was before AIDS, but in the military getting Gono or Syph up the ass was a career ender as well as a legal rights termination issue. Injectable regimen usually dictates testing and injection every 2 months. I have lost many loved ones and friends to AIDS and Toxic complications and I wage war all the time to not hurry to join them simply because I know many of them would be pissed off and I would never hear the end of in the afterlife. The periodic testing which is more frequent is to avoid breeding a super strain. However, in my fantasies, being host mother to a super strain is something I'll just leave in print as opposed to active practice and experimentation. Still - it does get me wet. There is no way I could fit into a Sigourney Weaver jumpsuit, so I have no current plans to be the next Typhoid Mary. However, if it happens, it happens and those dreams are phenomenal!

7-24-2025 Sticky Situation Continued Richard felt a thrill as he got outside, a nice breeze and a clear moonlit sky made him realize he had had very little ‘me’ time since school started. Richard had never been a loner but was satisfied with hanging with a few friends or just chillin. His latest episodes in the socio-sexual gang bang that had restructured his life and motivations had heralded a change, but he was having a problem taking the thought further. Maybe in a broader sense he was happier? More satified? The leaves had started their hue tinge color change in places but that could not be seen in the dark regardless of the moonlight. There was that pleasant white noise and the breeze rustled the leaves and tousled his hair. The breeze was electric and on impulse, he tossed his flipflops into the dorm bushes and continued barefoot. Over by the athletic fields there were benches and other platforms that students and staff used when they were doing heavy stretches. He crossed the running track end and felt the well kept grass again. He was killing time – glad to be away from Ralph and whatever that situational shit bucket was. He looked at his phone. There were other indicators as he swiped onto other sections of the map. The ‘score’ window simply said “loaded”; other toggles were Pitch, Vers, and Catch; Drilling down in the menu there were additional selectors. Richard would not mind dropping a load in a guys ass, but he could also use a load in his ass as well. He thought about it and toggled the newly discovered toggle to Vers. He slid the phone into his shorts pocket and continued towards the woods keeping to the trails. Deeper in, he heard a rustling not associated with the breeze or leaves. Under the canopy, things were darker but there were firefly lights of phone glows and displays. The displays were not strobing, but they were definitely pulsing. There were no distinct features, only shadowy figures which was maybe cause for alarm because they were closing in! If the breeze had electrified my skin, the hands that reached out stroking it gave me shivers of pleasure. Fingers tweaked my nipples, my shorts were being lowered and a wet mouth sucked in my rising erection, fingers were probing my hole and hands were softly stroking my but. The sucking shifted into high gear, WTF was I wearing a sign? My sucker was not being subtle, delicate or slow, he was sucking like he was in a competition and in it to win it! Meanwhile, I heard a spit and then a wetness on my hole followed by a nice sized pole. I tried to lean forward some without interrupting the best blowjob I had ever experienced. I had been sucked while being fucked before, but never to this level, add the naughty danger of outdoors in the forbidden forest, on Campus and the chance of being caught was flooding my brain with pleasure and desire. Not all of campus security were fat slobs. Some looked like they had been track stars when they were younger. Before I could appreciate the blow, he rose, spun and impaled himself on my dick. Shortly after his tight ass was gripping my erection - I was shuddering with a massive orgasm. As I clenched my hole around the talented anonymous pole, his dick expanded and I felt his wet spurts up my ass. Four or five phones Chimed but I was too dazed to care. The pole in my ass withdrew and was replaced. My fuckee pulled off, spun and continued vacuuming. My sensitive dickhead was crying please! No More! But if anything the sucking increased. As I was reaching around, feeling like I needed to hold onto something, my hands encountered two cocks waiting their turn and I started stroking in a daze. In less than a half an hour, I had gone from showered jock to a quivering pivot axis in a sex engine. The phones kept on chiming and it slowly dawned on my foggy brain that clusters of chimes were right after clusters of orgasms. If someone was off to the side, they helped with a squeeze and a tickle or a pinch and a nibble. Close-in inner circle guys were replaced with a Brownian flow of male flesh wriggling towards the inner boundary against the flow of those trying to wriggle out. When my balls were beyond being drained,, the sucking continued, and the repeated fucks left me a shuddering puddle of poz boyflesh. Dimly, I was aware of other things like when a participant exclaimed at his bonus points, I just stared at him. As I crawled over to use a sapling to help me get upright, the group started disbursing with murmurs of thanks, and I heard awesome, wow, and again the often-mentioned bonus points. As I trudged back to the dorms, my bare feet were sore, every muscle in my legs, back, and neck were sore, my ass was leaking and I was dead on my feet. My room only had my stuff in it. Ralph’s crap was gone. There was a note from Adam on my desk. “Your roommate decided to move, We’ll know if he is in your proximity again but if he directly approaches you, just tell him to go away and add that it is his last warning.” (We’ll Know?) I was too tired to shower again or to push the cumloads out. I fell asleep while deciding I would just brush my teeth and then go to bed. I fell into a deep sleep while leaking on the bed. ...not the end....

Authors Comment - Again, I see some slips in textualization (sorry about the premature ejaculation). Proofing is a bitch worse than Richards ex GF. A lot of, perhaps all of the BZ Readers are smarter than I am. I expect it is safe to say that some readers are way more experienced than this Leather Queen that has experienced the Spunk and DNA residue of millions of men. There are so few original plot lines. There are also Clue-like plot lines that rant against the normal plot lines. I have always been a fan of Clue / Haunted Honeymoon, etc. Therefore when Truman Capote came to me in a dream demanding I put an Easter Egg into the story worthy of him, I of course complied (Truman could have been a hallucination - who knows?). Nobody, but nobody argues with Truman. Half of that egg is already laid, so you can message me if you can complete it before the other half is laid. In the meantime I hope to lay another chapter before I go romping and camping with the Bears in Central Virginia over the weekend. Cheers! /// end note ///

Cum Capitol: Came in Ottawa and Got the T - Shirt OK, I am thrilled at the responses of BZ users to my virgin foray into fiction story. So many authors make it look so easy. I applaud you all. I was about to get stuck in a rut and needed some inspiration. For real inspiration loading - I had planned on going to CumUnion in Ottawa last Friday but did not make it up in time. The purpose of my travel was an anniversary. However, I did make it to Club Ottawa on Saturday A little peeved I had not changed from my leathers before the rain started, pleased that I did find a good parking spot for the bike. Damn, I had to add corrosion control to my vest pins as something to do on my return home. Let it be known that I do not go to Canada to sleep, I go to Canada to party. This time, I was so exhausted I did sleep, ass up meekly begging for loads as I descended into the arms of Morpheus. However, Early Saturday Morning there was a voice from my door do you play? I flipped over to see a Canadian Bear/Lumberjack. I replied if you cum inside I do! He had a 7” semi-hard dick which I sucked in. I was playing with his ass and he with mine. I cleared enough cock out of my throat to ask if he fucked? Sometimes was the response. The angle was just right, the size was just right. I had swallowed right past any possibility of my gag reflex being able to respond. He was whining something about ‘sensitive’ which if you were there, you can also testify to since the walls are quite thin. After he had blown his warm load down my esophagus (there was no taste until he pulled out) I flipped back into the all cummers reception mode. After a bit, my Bear / Lumberjack was back for round 2. It was clear he was a whiner before, but foir round 2, he really complained as I worked on sucking his soul out through his dick. As a diver, I have developed some real lung capacity despite toxic exposure in the military. My sucking can be compared to Astronaut Dave Bowman explosively undergoing decompression as he gets blown out of his pod and into Discovery’s airlock. In Summary, I SUCK! And, while I am on that subject for that night, just an FYI to another noisy neighbor: No, Mommy is NOT a Safe Word! Oh and for those who know me, I am a whore for all things goldilocks, so when that perfect sized cock plungered my throat and started pumping, I was in hog heaven. Icing on the cake was on my return through Scranton PA, I chanced upon the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile (one of six) on its quarterly rounds. if you doubt me, check my Meta Page. This was definitely a tube steak boogie weekend. and- for those who might think I was not there, google the address, switch to street view, pan around and you will see a sign on the storefront above the bathouse "Bread By Us" which I still think is oddly appropriate even if I missed the desired load in my ass,

OK, enjoy - Sticky Situation Continued- My state of awareness changed gradually like the pre-dawn light as the non-partying world awakes to start their day. At some gradual level I became aware of soft voices and fingers massaging my hole. At some point, some level of awareness of perhaps I had something I needed to do. Moments or hours later, things snapped into coherence, and I opened my eyes with no real understanding of how I had got there. I heard a voice but my vision was still a little blurry - Good, I was starting to think he was feigning sleep, but it is tough to fake a respiration rate and resting pulse without giving away some telltale signs. Richard? You with us? Some slivers of memory were still trailing along… Had I been moaning? I blinked into awareness and asked “where am I”? In my field of view were Dad and Adam. Who was at my hole? Dad said you were exhausted and after some brief play, you simply passed out. Burt had felt you fading some and stopped at a rest stop instead of the cruising trails a little way further down the road. A little play and you blissed out. We put you in the car and are now in town. I Thought it best to have you checked out. Good move said Jeff, as he removed his fingers and stuck his bare dick in my ass, some wear and tear, but you are normal (well, normal for you). Balancing sex and drugs can be hard, you might have realized you needed focus during your workshops, but it was not left to chance. You needed to be clear headed enough to learn and retain your crash course in being a poz boy. Son, I am proud of you. There are some youngsters as well as those no so young that are such addicts that they turn to sex as a tool to get more drugs. But on the flip side - some use the drugs to make the sex better. You found the zone, I think you will be happy with the path forward. I was on my back, legs up on Jeff Bruckner’s shoulders as he plunged away. Richard, your little rosebud has bloomed into quite a flower. My response surprised even me, “Stoke me verbally any way you please but keep fucking me”. Glances were exchanged and Jeff asked me how quick did you see though the ass medication distraction from a few weeks ago? I was still groggy but responded. First session, but I was afraid if I let on, you would stop. I love your dick. Jeff responded with a grunt and released his load. He grabbed a mirror and moved to show me my new look, an angry puffy gaping hole with a trail of cum flowing out. I raised my ass a little to stem the flow. Jeff laughed and said Richard, so are such a natural slut. My eyes widened as a slight pocket of gas produced an amazing cum bubble. Adam, always the cinematographer cursed that he should have been filming. He held the mirror over a little and patted my pussy at first like a puppy, and then did a sleight of hand pass like a magic trick and stoked my cunt closed like he was stoking a real cat. The change was a puffy closed portal where the cum was no longer dribbling out. You are already a jock so you know about the exercises that will strengthen each group of muscles. However, you are still a gifted amateur, so it is best to not try crunches after something like we just did. Unless of course you intend to put on a show. You have an appointment on Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 with Dr. Fardshisheh, Adam put the reminder in your phone. Now, you have a full dance card at school this week so let’s get some caffeine and breakfast! A few hours later, I was still flagging. Apparently being passed out and cum drunk is not as restful as sleep. There were thigh, back and glute muscles that were making objections all day long. As I went to my Psych 101 and General College math classes, I was in two worlds. On one hand These seemed pretty basic but hinted at dark complexities later in AP Senior Classes. On the other hand, they were thrillingly absurd such as statistics, geometrical progression, and breathtaking considerations. Whether or not my DP counted as two fucks or just one, of the many times I had been fucked I had in effect slept with millions of men. Sometimes, single dickings, sometimes multiple fucks by the same person. Over the very short time I had plunged into the deep end of this wonderland swimming pool to I had been fucked how many times? I started to attempt to tally the numbers and failed. That is when I realized the professor was asking me a question. I asked if he could please repeat the question? “Let me rephrase, what is the likelihood you will pass if you do not pay attention”? My expression was an adequate guilty answer. As the Proff went on, I was cursing to myself shit! Burt was right. I needed to stay focused. As the day ended without any more blunders by me or Earth shaking events affecting me. I did notice the Athletic Director and some of the Coaching staff frowning at me as I mechanically zombied my way through my Sports Department Duties. I stayed post practice as I was scheduled to help with gear and cleanups. After my gear duties were finished, I stripped and got into a therapy tub. My muscles thanked me and I drifted in the heat and froth until a staffer snapped ‘stop jacking off I need you’. I startled and managed to utter what even to my own ears was an outraged but guilty sounding objection. The staffer laughed and said, jus fucking with you kid. Wrap it up but I do need you in 5. My face was red but he had already turned to leave. Now what do I do? Finish my wank? If not, how do I lose the boner that became rampart at the thought of being caught? I upped my speed and only received a tingle of orgasm as my balls and soul were still depleted from the weekend megastimulations. Maybe a spurt and an ooze. At least my boner had fled as I climbed out, pulled on my running shorts and padded to complete my tasks, the locker room smells and wet floor reminding me of Burt’s piss wet dungeon floor my dick was unable to respond to the thoughts. The cafeteria late shift hours were just about to end when I rushed through and grabbed some fruit, juice and yogurt. I was able to coax the last dregs of a peach smoothie out of the smoothie machine and a bottled water. Whatever energy reserves I had left were fading away as I unlocked the dorm room door. On the bed opposite mine was the Dickerson kid who had the dorm room to keep his parents in the dark but had been shaking up with his girlfriend at her off-campus apartment. Ralph said look what the cat dragged in. I mumbled hey, and flopped onto my bed and went to sleep I woke with an urge to pee and something else. Taking a moment to place my surroundings – oh, my roommate Ralph Dickerson was jacking off and panting. I went to the floor shower room and relived myself. Some things Burt had said on being ‘baited’ had surfaced. Regardless, I had much better looking men in my life – better looking inside and outside. I went back to my room and went to sleep. Tuesday morning I had an over easy egg on toast, fruit, and some OJ for the sugars. This was a light class day but a heavy subject I had learned a new respect for. Chemistry. In HS I had stumbled though acids, bases, reactions, bonds, etc. This was Freshman Chemistry but it was College Chemistry 101. Core Requirements that would work for a Bachelor of Science or a Bachelor of Arts Degree. College prep had covered an overview of both tracks, how to not overload, how to not underload and have remaining requirements pile on in 3rd and 4th years to add to the regular stress most any college student has to deal with. I found myself paying close attention for several reasons. I appreciated Chemistry now, and not just because it was a spectacular sideshow to my sex life, but also because it pulled aside the curtains of the biochemical circus that had erected a three ring show in my body. I felt the stirring of an erection but tried to quell my inner POZ slut and focus. At afternoon Athletic Department Duty, I had on loose board shorts and a jock underneath, but I would occasionally realize I was tenting even then. I went about my duties under a little strain and had already decided against getting some muscle therapy in a tub. After my duties were over I hit the Gym and found what I was looking for – an endorphin high with a little sweat stank and a little pain management by inflicting paid across the board. Today was not a maintenance day, today I was tearing down so I could build something new. As I got ready for bed, zoning out on my own thoughts; Ralph out of the blue blurted “I heard you were gay”. Really? I replied. Something was raising the hair on the back of my neck. I added What gave you that impression? He countered, I was just thinking maybe you could help out a roommate? By now I realized something was definitely off. I replied someone had been pulling his leg. There is a lot of that going around you know pleased that I was quick enough to refer to his masturbation without out being too overt. I went to the showers but also had my phone in my ditty bag. I was thinking of calling Burt but first called Adam. After I had recounted the situation and conversation Adam said a lot of new gays can be awkward, but this does sound off. Wait, ignore anything else, don’t get baited into any action and I’ll call you or message you. I showered, put on some baggies and went to the lounge. About 30 min after I had called Adam, he messaged me back. ‘Trap’, don’t get baited. He went on a social media tirade; seems his GF is dating another girl now and he is blaming everyone but himself. Watch your back, Bro! Working on it! I was somewhat relieved, up to now, I had not turned away any cock even the diseased old dick of what I had come to think of as ‘my troll’. Rather than return to my room right away, I continued to explore my gifted phone. For some reason (very surprising considering my addictions to sex and drugs) I had never felt attachment needs with a smartphone like my peers. As I explored the apps, I found hookup tools and when I looked in my posted profile found many things I knew to be true, several things that had not yet been covered in my POZ Cumdump 101 Workshops and were totally outside of my experience. I was distracted and dismayed by the thought that until I burst in on my brother with his streaming show, I was an oblivious jerk. Did my brother know me more than I knew myself? It was clear he knew me better than I knew him. Another app caught my eye: CatcherDAR. WTF? Maybe my lil bro did not know me so well. Some of the toggle elections were slightly mysterious, Maybe my geek brained brother was assuming the intuitive nature of the selections. There was a PozPing and a SilentRunning selector toggle. As I toggled back and forth, I noticed a P blinking on and off in the tiny map window. There were some “c’s” floating on an overlay of the basic local campus outline. There seemed to be several in the woods by the athletic fields. I took a deep breath, then in flipflops, boardshorts, and armed with a phone with an app programmed by my genius brother, I dropped my soap bag in the trash and went out into the night. not the end…..