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 ///

[pozcubsf]

Please keep going!  Love this story!

[DevilDawg]

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....

[DevilDawg]

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……