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Hate (3 of 3)

Hate (3 of 3)

A blind leading the blind mentality seems to permeate the world. We don’t want our children to be taught about sex or they might have it. Yet we all have cocks and vaginas and asshole and clits.

Then there’s this thing called the Internet and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which goes where. Before you know it, little honors student and Christian Jessica Jane Lister is pregnant with football quarterback Cody Wall’s baby and they’ve both got genital warts.

We want our schools to teach creationism but not evolution but we don’t want our churches to support science. Hell, the Georgia Legislature is trying to pass a law that citizens have a right to carry guns into their churches, so we can kill the preacher if he says something blasphemous (like Jesus turned water into wine; wrong! Jesus turned water into grape juice).

It stands to reason that a lot of the hate I’ve garnered causing people to protest against Str8Cam Jeff Opens new window of a page on this blog and others steams from a misunderstanding of my most controversial posts about stealthing.

I know a lot of my readers think stealthing is hot, hot, hot. You jerk off to it. It’s the forbidden fruit. All of us have fantasies we all enjoy, just beyond the borders of what we’d really do.

Then again, it might be something we do.

In the barebacking world, there’s bug-chasing and gift-giving along with a Russian roulette of who-the-fuck-cares breeds us.

But I am known for stealthing, for giving the world the top 10 tips for stealthing Opens new window of a page on this blog, for explaining barebacking in meaningful ways that there’s no denying what’s really happening.

I have been deceptive. And that’s not explaining all my motivations.

The Entire Truth

Whenever I watch a magician — even someone like Lance Burton or David Copperfield — it’s become second nature for me to figure out how the trick is done. It’s not really hard to do. I can’t stand to watch “America’s Got Talent” and to see Howie Mandel be amazed at a relatively simple trick and to say, “I don’t know how you did that!”

I can tell you.

When I began the entries on busting condoms, taking condoms off and other forms of sabotage, the outrage was palpable. Most hated it. Many thought I’d broken some sacred contract.

How, I have no idea. Anonymous sex is just that. Why they have this higher-than-mighty sense one must adhere to a code when fucking someone who you don’t even know their first name, I don’t comprehend. Why? And especially why when one knows the other person isn’t put into any harm.

The mighty think that the stealther has some puss-filled cock shooting out disease upon infection and reigning some destruction upon the other.

Nonetheless, until I started writing about it, no one was.

I don’t count myself as some savior. I don’t. But I do see some of what I wrote as an education.

I do explain if you’re stupid enough to want to fuck in places where you’re not going to know your top or bottom, how one might protect oneself. How to bring your own condoms, monitor the use of the condoms and maintain your own safety.

You are accountable for your own safety. No one else.

Welcome to Real Life

It’s so very odd how some consider this bond of sex sacred even though you’re fucking with a stranger. For example, if a journalist is speaking to a source and the source wants to go “off the record” — meaning the content to follow is not to be published or broadcast — the journalist must agree to do so verbally as well. It must be stated so and both parties have to make an agreement.

Pulling out a condom just with the assumption someone will wear it doesn’t work that way.

I’m not saying this stuff just to piss people off. I’m trying to get reality to sink in. This is how the world works. Assuming an asshole top who wants to get off raw or a bottom who wants a load is going to fuck according to some honor code is just plain stupid.

 

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Where to Find Cum When in Atlanta

Finding cum in Atlanta can sometimes seem like a daunting task. This is a bit of a fickle city and there’s a kind of flow to it. Figuring that out can be where people get a little frustrated. Believe me, sometimes it defies logic. Sometimes getting laid requires persistence and a fuckload of luck.

But I can give you some basic guidance.

Best Days to Get Laid

Monday and Thursday

Weekends are great, of course. But Atlanta is a town of closet cases and a lot of men who are cheating on their wives. In order to get some, they’ve got to work around those bitches’ schedules. Moreover, the out Gay men who didn’t get any or get enough over the weekend are looking on Monday and want to kick off their weekends early do so on Thursday.

Best Times to Hit Adult Bookstores

Lunch and Right After Work

Again, the closet cases are going to get some around these times.

Worst Day to Get Laid

Wednesday

It’s mid-week church, choir practice or I don’t know. But Wednesday sucks when it comes to trying to find anything. Believe me. Give it up.

How a Bottom Can Get the Most Loads During a Weekend in Atlanta

Choose a weekend with a full moon and good weather. I’ve watched how the weather and moon phases impacts the horniness of men in this town (or anywhere). You’ll want to stay at one of the fuck hotels and post to BBRT Link Opens in a New Window as well as Craigslist, keeping folks updated to your location.

Begin Friday at 11:30 at Inserection Cheshire Bridge Opens a new window from this blog. You’ll get a pass until the evening for $11. The lunch crowd will get you some. Then based on the pace, it might or might not slow down around 2 or 2:30.

You can leave and use online hook-ups at your hotel room.

Return to Inserection for the after work crowd. Often you can feed on these men until 7 or 8 p.m.

Your hotel for any quickies. If you are feeling social, I recommend going to the Heretic or the Eagle for the sluttiest potential. Both have been known to have fucks. But you don’t want to stay too late.

Head to Eros Opens a new window from this blog by midnight. It’s going to be a $20 to get in. If it ever seems too slow, on the other side of this complex (walking distance) is Manifest Opens a new window from this blog. Another $20. But I imagine you’ll stay busy at Eros (if you’re decent looking).

Eros closes at 6 a.m. Hit your hotel for shut eye. Of course, you can stay online to invite anyone over. Inserection offers options if you don’t want to go back or there’s always Flex baths. Inserection is now $16 and Flex will be anywhere from $15 to $60, depending on your choice. Flex will give you a place to shower, of course.

During Saturday afternoon, it’s going to be hit or miss between Inserection, Flex and online hook-ups.

Again, Heretic or the Eagle for a more fun evening. Or if you feel a little adventurous, hit BJ Roosters Opens a new window from this blog for the go-go boys.

Then Saturday night at Eros is a definite. You will be very busy there.

When it comes to Sunday, in the afternoon, I prefer Flex and the relaxing atmosphere.

Sunday night has Eros and Manifest as well as Inserection, all easy distance. But I’d probably post well in advance a 9 p.m. party on BBRT and invite more via Craigslist. You’d have a great chance of getting a dozen to show up as an open door over a few hours.

In my estimation, you should exceed 20 loads depending on your looks. If you’re in your twenties and in good shape, probably 50-plus loads is possible.

 

Where the Cum Is in Atlanta

This chart really gives you a good guide to what’s going on in Atlanta.

Where all the cum is in Atlanta

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Dark Passengers Series

Dark Passenger: A Blur

As I sit to consider the next stage of my encounters with the old man next door, I can’t remember specific events other than flashes of moments. The times when I would suck him off — sometimes in my own house while my parents and his wife were downstairs chatting it up. Other times in the woods or behind the shed or when he was home alone.

I don’t consider myself “good” at oral sex. I do a sufficient job and, for him, it always worked. Perhaps it was the danger for a 14-year-old boy who knelt at the altar of his massive cock. Perhaps it’s why I never became a real cock sucker since I didn’t particularly like it, but it would never fit in my ass.

On a good encounter, he would jerk me off. On a bad encounter, he would leave me alone with a hardon. And in every encounter, he would leave me overwhelmed with guilt, fear and a sense of doom that these choices would leave my soul irreparably crippled, in danger of hell.

At the time, I attended church every Sunday and spent many mornings praying the gay away. Trying to tear myself from the feeling of reaching out and touching a man. But more than anything, I wanted a man to touch me. Soon that would happen.

But not now. Not yet. I lingered just on this side of insanity.

 

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