DevilDawg

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'.