Sticky Situation

[DevilDawg]

I am a procrastinator, but it did help me through an issue which allowed me to drop another load into the ass of the story. I cheated a little in that I bulletized the story line. seen as a whole, it looks a little cheap and demeaning. I have asked the moderators for their preference and opinion but also ask you - does the bulletized story line in the last section advertise me as the lazy slut that I am? Would you prefer paragraphed  text? Jus Askin. I adjusted my trip for less rain drenching on the Can Am, as I check out Club Ottawa, and I'll be so close, probably G.I. Joe in Montréal. Cheers!.

[DevilDawg]

Golly, I am about to leave for Canada, but my addiction to Breeding Zone makes it tough to pull my lips off of the nipple. I keep getting notifications about status, and I do sincerely appreciate it, but there is one label that will always apply and that is 'addicted slut'. In this instance, Breeding Zone. My Can Am Sea To SKY is comfortable and tuned. I have not yet perfected the fictional resonator mentioned in Sticky but it IS a passion of mine. If you can make it work, the patent is yours. I just want the BETA version so I can insure it is up to my exacting slut bossy bottom standards.

[versmetropig]

15 hours ago, DevilDawg said:

I am a procrastinator, but it did help me through an issue which allowed me to drop another load into the ass of the story. I cheated a little in that I bulletized the story line. seen as a whole, it looks a little cheap and demeaning. I have asked the moderators for their preference and opinion but also ask you - does the bulletized story line in the last section advertise me as the lazy slut that I am? Would you prefer paragraphed  text? Jus Askin. I adjusted my trip for less rain drenching on the Can Am, as I check out Club Ottawa, and I'll be so close, probably G.I. Joe in Montréal. Cheers!.

Well @DevilDawg, I have to say that I found the bullet-pointed post just fine. It feels funny even TYPING that - what with 16 years of Catholic School and all the perfectionistic tendencies that tends to bring out in any writer, but no, I actually found the format somewhat refreshing! And bullet pointing turns out is much preferable to the little grammar and punctuation nuns in black and white habits that live in my brain than incorrect or sloppy handling of where to break for paragraphs, or even worse, no paragraphs at all!! 

Summing it up, I'd rather have your hoT story in any form than not have it at all - you just keep on keeping on with this story and any others you'd love to tell us!

[DevilDawg]

I'm Back and I cum Inspired. Thank you for the kind/enthusiastic posts, of course you know that means I can not abandon this thread. You can read about my Canadian Bear / Lumberjack Inspiration in the  appropriate section of Last Load, but for now, I was bummed that I arrived too late for Cum Union, but made up for it later.

[DevilDawg]

Oops, no room to post the pick, but it is my bike and one of the 6 Oscar Meyer Weener Mobiles. I'll have another post shortly.

 

[DevilDawg]

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…..

 

 

 

 

[DevilDawg]

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 ///