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I didn't get a chance to hit Hawks for Fur Fuck tonight: thanks, teammate, for spreading your viral plague to most of the group. I wound up working from home so that I'd be close to certain areas should certain other issues occur; however, if all of us who were sick called out thanks to [redacted] getting us sick, there would have been four people working on Friday, and all of them have offices at least 100 miles away from the office.

That said, if I'm feeling up to it, I plan on hitting Hawks for Wednesday's Lights Out, and if not this week, then definitely next week.

I need the cocks, I need the loads, and -- with everything else going on right now -- I need to let myself float in a cum-fueled haze and feel like an anonymous hole for a bit.

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Well alrighty then ...

Apparently, he came twice. I dropped the first load out at his house, and just dropped a second, larger one out here.

Damn.

As I mentioned in this post, I got royally and thoroughly fucked tonight.

I jacked off when I got home -- yeah, getting a load fucked out of me really wasn't enough -- I came harder, and more, than I have in months.

I think -- although I may very well be wrong -- that I may possibly be a slut.

I'll need a few dozen more encounters to be sure, but I feel like I just might be heading in that direction.

I think one of my hottest encounters this last year was with J, a guy who loved whoring me out in bookstores. He'd start fucking me raw about six inches from a glory hole, and we'd always wind up with at least two or three guys who wanted head, and a couple who wanted my ass.

The most memorable visit, though, cost me nothing but some leg cramps.

He and his friend took me to the ABS. I got into one side of the GH booth with my top, and his friend went into the other. I kept trading off between the two cocks, and then J dropped $100 in the bill receiver, pushed me back against the hole, and held my ass open after his friend was done.

I don't know if they'd put an ad up, or were just hoping that the time of day would conspire to grant them multiple tops, but around twenty loads, I lost count: I was too damn cum drunk and horny to worry about numbers.

By the time his money ran out, I couldn't really feel my ring anymore, and the cum flooded out when I stood up.

It's guys like you that make me glad I'm vers.

Mmmmm. Uploaded a couple of photos from my fifteen load trip to Seattle to my XTube profile.

Out of curiosity, does anyone in Seattle need an indiscriminate cumdump any time after about 4 p.m. on Monday through about midnight on Wednesday?

I'll be hitting Club Z and Steamworks, and probably visiting the Eagle.

Any other suggestions?

Argh! I'm fucked -- and not in the good way that calls for a cigarette afterward -- in trying to get to Seattle for next week's sex trip.

It wasn't until after I booked my hotel -- a $250 non-refundable fee, thanks to a discount through Booking.com -- that the facility advised me that I need to use a parking garage, as they don't have any on-premises parking.

I'm either looking at staying in an offsite garage at a cost of $110 / 3 days, dropping roughly $120 for a round-trip Bolt Bus ticket and a taxi, or spending right around $150 for Amtrak and the Metro bus.

This trip has just shot from $250 (plus one tank of gas: I love my Prius) to around $400, and that's before entry fees to Club Z and Steamworks Seattle.

FML

Starting next Monday, I'm taking a sexcation to Seattle.

I should get in around 1:30 - 2:00 p.m., then -- once I've checked into the hotel and done a bit more prep -- I'll likely do some walkabouts, then head over to Club Z in the early evening. I'm also planning on hitting Steamworks on Tues/Wed night, as both the Lights Out and Bear Hump nights sound awesome.

In between (hopefully) getting plowed into a sloppy mess at those locations -- and yes, feel free to come by and use me as your cumwhore -- any suggestions as to what I should do while I'm there?

9.5", 2.5 hours, 4 loads.

Oh yeah, I'll be visiting him again.

Yes, he was (claiming to be) undetectable, but I still took my first confirmed raw poz cock Saturday. Eight (maybe a bit more) glorious thick inches for about two hours and three loads. Met up with another gentleman with similar measurements and status -- about an inch longer, but a little less plump -- but that was ... ah ... mmm ... let's just say things didn't go as planned, and we're going to try again later.

So yeah, that Adam4Adam guy? He missed out on being my first, but he sure wasn't my last.

At any rate, Tuesday (Hallowe'en) was another "I have no idea of their status" gloryhole days.

I took one giant ass-wrecker -- probably thicker than any I've taken in the last year: he was about the same girth  as the two cocks from my bathhouse double-fuck last week combined -- and he dumped a huge load in me. I was gaping and aching when he was through -- there's only so much poppers and determination can do, after all -- but I spun around and cleaned him off with my tongue, and I loved the flavor of my ass and his cum together.

About ten minutes later I started sucking a daddy bear through the glory hole, then let him into my booth. He felt my wet hole while I was blowing him, then told me to turn around and sit on his dick so that he could breed me, and who was I to refuse such a politely-worded request?

Okay, admittedly his words were more along the lines of "you're going to take my load, aren't you? You're my little cum whore, yeah? Gonna breed your bitch hole," but I'm sure he meant the banter to be flirtatious.

Yeah, he left another huge load in me, and I sucked him clean afterward, too.

Long story short, while I'm not now -- and shan't ever be -- a chaser, and while I will remain on PrEP and hope that I stay negative, and while I'm well aware that I've likely taken numerous poz loads without knowing it, and while I'm well aware of the transmission statistics for undetectable v. low viral load v. high viral load, I can officially say I've pretty much eradicated the last remnants of my phobia against knowingly taking confirmed poz loads.

It's kind of funny: my throat still aches from being forced onto so many 7-8" cocks at Hawks a couple of nights ago, I have to go into work and talk all day tomorrow, and I'm finding it really difficult to be upset at the discomfort.

I was chatting with a (supposedly) undetectable poz top lsat night on A4A, and we were discussing a meetup between us. Please note: at that point, neither of us had unlocked pictures on our respective profiles.

I've stripped his name -- I'm annoyed, but I'm not that big of a tool to out him -- but here's the timeline as it appeared:

(17 mins ago) unlock?
(11 mins ago) guess thats a no?
(10 mins ago) thanks for looking and not replying . pussy.

And then he blocked me.

Seven minutes from "I want to fuck you" to "I'm a 13 year old girl who demands immediate gratification."

All I can think is that I dodged a bullet with that one: if he can't wait seven minutes for a response, he's not the sort of individual I'd want to play with.