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Stealthing, Stealth, Stealth Fucking

Q&A: Just Pozzed Out and My Viral Load Is High. Should I Continue to Stealth?

Occasionally, I get e-mails from my readers asking questions. With permission, I answer them here.

 

QuestionI love your blog and your stories. I’m a versatile and sometimes get fucked and sometimes do the fucking. I since I’ve hit 30, I just really couldn’t stand using the condoms any more. But some guys insisted.

Then I found your blog. And read all about the whole stealth thing.

I get your point. You wrote about it as a warning to guys but you know, a lot of people are dumb and all. I had to get the cum in my ass and I needed to breed too. I made lots of condoms with pinprick holes. I always had condoms on me. Fuck, I even had friends ask me and I gave them away. I’ve left them around sleazy gay bars.

I finally got a poz test, which doesn’t bother me at all. Barebacking is a hotter experience now. Now I really think I’m breeding a guy and it’s taking hold.

My viral load is high. Man, I’m toxic, with millions swimming in me. I’m trying to decide if I want to go on meds or just continue to fuck my way through the world for a while.

But I’m having second thoughts about stealthing or slipping one of my special condoms on a top fucking me.

What would you do?

 

AThe question is where you meet these potential fucks.

There’s this hideous gasp among some fags that an anonymous hook-up should be an honest exchange of information and despite the numerous dishonest exchange about age, weight, etc. prior to someone’s dick going in someone else’s mouth, it’s some sort of cardinal sin if a condom isn’t used.

Never mind how we kill ourselves with crystal meth, smoking and booze.

But those choices are addictions and diseases while bareback fucking is wrong, wrong, wrong!

In my opinion, you should go on meds. Anything to keep more bareback fuckers fucking, I’m in favor. It’s between you and your doctor how aggressive  you want to be with the millions of friends you’ve got swimming around inside you now.

(And for any chasers, let me know who you are and I’ll consider sharing my toxic buddy’s info with you — with his permission — share his with you. You might want to include a pic.)

When I stealth, it’s usually a place like an adult bookstore or sex club. I was just there the other day and the fucking bottom I slipped my cock into pulled me out and insisted I wear a condom.

He didn’t provide one, mind you. I needed one.

I provided one. And he got a nice ride out of it and I got what I wanted. Interestingly enough, he kept checking to see if the condom was on, so I couldn’t rip it off. I didn’t need to do so because the fucker missed the point.

You want to be “safe,” you control the scene.

I brought my own “condoms,”  which in the darkened room he couldn’t see each one lacked the full tip (not just the pinhole prick you use).

Guess what fucker? You were loaded!

Now this little tweaker, who was in a darkroom and never saw me or anyone else who fucked his hole. If I know what goes down in these dastardly places, I also wasn’t the only one to stealth that day.

Let’s discuss the logistics of the whole thing.

The guy I fucked was a slut. And while there’s plenty of DNA evidence in his ass, who’s to say the condom didn’t fail or, despite my words here, he didn’t give me a condom that was broken and I was the one duped. As we both know, that’s a possibility as well.

If you’re inviting men over to your place and fucking them at your house… well, that’s just another story. I’d personally never use the broken condom bit in private one-on-one condom bit.

Spike-ItThat said, I have (on occasion) not honored the request to “pull out” in a timely manner. If the bottom is stupid to let me inside to play, I’m going to finish the game and score the touchdown. Truth is, most of the time they end up begging for it there anyway.

I’d also be a little careful about distributing sabotaged condoms. Anyone to simply pickup free condoms and expect them to work are stupid, but your fingerprints are probably on them and, well, I’d hate for some vengeful faggot to track you down (and in your city, they would).

After all this chatter, let’s boil it down:

Yes, Do…

  • Fuck raw. If the opportunity presents itself, fuck raw.
  • Go on meds. 
  • While you’re toxic, seek out chasers and gift. 
  • Stealth in sleazy places where bareback sex is the norm.
  • Stealth as a bottom.

No, Don’t…

  • Distribute sabotaged condoms anymore anywhere. 
  • Stealth as a top in one-on-one hook-ups

Best of luck and enjoy your new status. And don’t let the Aryan bastards get you down.

 

I love the occasional questions, so please send them along to iblastinside@gmail.com.

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Abortion Tales #2: The Tweaker and the Tittie Twins

Abortion Tales #2: The Tweaker and the Tittie Twins

I’m getting too fucking old for this.

As I mentioned (and no one seems to want to read Opens a new window from this blog since the stats show only a few people have checked it out) I’ve been focusing on getting out of my job situation, so my attention has been focused elsewhere. However, I decided Wednesday evening since I’d be downtown for an appointment that it would be a convenient time to hit the adult bookstore Inserection and get a load out of my system.

Now, I was especially frustrated because I’d had a massage from a fucking hottie. He was naked. I was naked. He teased me for the hour, bushing against my balls and cock and all my erotic spots. When it gets to that moment for the happy ending, the massage ends abruptly.

I didn’t get off. He didn’t get a tip.

I knew Wednesday nights were not ideal at Inserection Opens a new window from this blog but usually I can find some ass. Since I would be in Atlanta anyway (I live in the far northern suburbs), I figured it would be worth a shot.

To improve my chances of ass, I always post an ad or two to Craigslist and BarebackRT.com Link Opens in a New Window to let bottoms know a top will be at Inserection. Sometimes it works Opens a new window from this blog. And often with these posts, I’ll get messages from people asking that I skip Inserection and come to their place instead.

Sent away by a bottom

I get the usual assortment of messages. The old, ugly and overly used (Grade F Asses Opens a new window from this blog). A few interesting ones do show up, including one from a 28-year-old bottom. We get to texting and he invites me over.

He mentions he’ll be on his back deck.

It’s early evening and not quite dark. I expect though it’s an enclosed deck and he’ll be ass up and waiting.

I drive the three miles and pull up to the house, pulling into the driveway. I can clearly see the back deck where a man — obviously in his mid-40s — is standing. He’s not horrible looking or anything. I get out of the car and there’s that awkward moment. He comes down off the deck. As the awkwardness continues, I finally say, “Am I at the wrong place?”

“Yes, you are,” he says.

“Sorry about that,” I say, knowing I’m at the only home with this address with a man with an iPhone texting from a back deck.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he says as he shakes my hand.

Attempts at the adult bookstore

I get in my car and drive to Inserection adult bookstore, pay the $11 admission and begin cruising.

The crowd appeared thin and a few too many familiar faces walked among the groups. Also one of the worst cruisers is there: A man who slaps on a little makeup, a cheap wig, a bad blouse, panties, pantyhose and high heels.  I hesitate to call it a drag queen or a cross-dresser due to the horrible effort put into looking decent. There’s no effort. I don’t mind it’s a slut. Some guys are into it. That’s cool. But not me and it’s too aggressive.

Anyway, as I’m walking around, I eye an older man who’s big and bulky with big muscles wearing a tight t-shirt with protruding nipples. (Oh, and he’s got a wedding band.) He reads to me as a bottom. His cock is obviously small. He’s not going for any gloryholes. He wants his nips worked over.

With guys like this, their nips are the gateway to their ass, I know.

We hit a booth together. His shirt was up as I went to work. I’m great at nipple work; it’s one of my specialties. I had a boyfriend years ago who could cum just from my nip work. Within moments, I’ve got his four-inch cock rock hard. He’s groaning from all my nip nibbling, chewing, flicking, licking, twisting, contortion, punching, teasing, tickling, pulling, brushing, pinching and other manipulations…  both hard and soft. He’s got a bit of stink to him, which really isn’t my thing.

I’m moving my hands (when they’re free) to his ass. I am finding his asshole, which is dry but puffy. He either has hemorrhoids or he’s been fucked plenty. But he hasn’t been fucked today. As I poke and prod, he moves his ass away to prevent too much work.

Seems like this one isn’t going to work out.

He bends down to suck me. He does well, but not so irresistibly that I feel like I could cum from his blowjob. I thank him for his work and zip up.

About then, I get a text message from the supposedly 28-year-old bottom.

“ETA,” he asks, which means, “Estimated time of arrival.”

You can see our exchange on my iPhone.

I’d sent him a photo of my cock which barely showed my goatee. And my stats clearly stated in my ad that I was clean-shaven. But he’d ignored that.

I didn’t bother to point out that he obviously wasn’t 28 years old.

As we texted back and forth, him begging me to come over, me looking for ass among the dregs of humanity at the adult bookstore, soon a balding Asian began eyeing me.

Now we all know I have a little something for the more exotic among us.

As I stood upstairs by a vacant room, the Asian passed me and closed the door. But it didn’t lock. An unusual technique. Normally men step into the room with the door open and eye their object of interest.

I opened the door. He stood in the dim light, playing with his nipples through his shirt. I stepped into the room. He pulled up his shirt. His alabaster, perfect skin revealed, delightfully smooth with very nice pecs and nickle-sized nips just protruding out. But as soon as I flicked them, they stood erect.

His cock, a respectable five inches, never really got so hard. And his ass, so nice and smooth and bubbly. I stepped behind him while still working his nips. I felt his asshole, his pucker perfectly dry. He didn’t pull away. I spit on my cock and aimed it at his hole.

He was much smaller than I was. I took again his nipples in my fingertips. This man preferred the light touch and I knew how to really work them that way too. I did it in a way he’d enjoy. All I needed him to do was arch his back a little so his asshole would line up better with my cock.

As I continued, with my wet cock tickling his sphincter and pleasuring his nips, his ass never moved. But he jerked intensely and he breathed heavily.

He was getting close.

Fuck that. I wasn’t going to get someone else off if I wasn’t getting what I wanted.

I dropped everything. Pulled up my pants and was out the locked door. He didn’t even have time to pull down his shirt or pull up his pants. He stood there exposed, wide-mouthed as I walked out, the door wide open.

He recovered after a couple of beats and closed the door.

The texting continued with the bottom. He wanted to know when I shaved the beard off (I’m interviewing for jobs, so I was told to shave it off by a few recruiters; plus it just looks nicer during the summer).

I wonder around and get a couple of attempted blowjobs but no ass action. One guy even asked me to piss in his mouth, but no ass.

Back to the bottom

Finally I decide to head back over to fuck and breed the bottom who earlier turned me away.

I drive up and this time, he’s a bit more welcoming. He meets me and we step up onto the deck, but go inside the house.

It is between now and the next 20 minutes that I should have left because it’s that long before we start doing a fucking thing. He first has to prepare a daybed. It’s got something like 30 pillows on it. Then he can’t find the remote to turn off “The Voice,” which is blaring on the television. He keeps searching his closet for something — for what, I’m not sure. He also refreshes his drink.

Then he gets lube — petroleum jelly — an unusual choice.

Finally he’s ready.

All through this, he’s chomping gum. And I mean CHOMPING it. I’m suspecting Tina use, but maybe it is just gum. But he is darting around his place like a crystal meth user cleaning. But I also noticed that drink is a pretty strong alcohol, so I’m guessing he’s a little buzzed.

When he finally gets on the bed to suck me, he takes breaks to work his jaw.

No gum.

He’s tweaked out of his gourd.

He can’t suck for than a few seconds without pausing in order to work his jaw. I’m afraid he’s going to bite my cock off. That fear drives me to take control.

I put him on his back. He puts some petroleum jelly on my hard cock.

“That’s a big one,” he says. “I’m not sure I can take it.”

I’m rubbing some jelly into his ass. I probe it a little. As my fingertip works past the sphincter, I touch the tip of something. I touch the tip of a small turd. Yes, a turd.

“I’m really going to need you to use a condom,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ve got some condoms.”

Now he’s saying this as I am touching a turd and using petroleum jelly.

This guy must know he’s not clean but he’s also a complete idiot since petroleum jelly breaks down a condom Opens a new window from this blog.

But I’m horny. I’m fucked sloppy holes. At least his isn’t nasty.

I position him up, putting his legs over my shoulders. I don’t ask. I just put my cock at his hole and put it in. It breaks in.

It’s not pleasant.

The small, hard turd moves toward his prostate and becomes a rough rock scratching against the underside of my cock.  He’s trying to resist me, but I keep pressing forward.

“What are you doing?” he says.

“Fucking you,” I say.

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you,” he says. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“You’ve done nothing but jerk me around all day,” I say.

I begin fucking in earnest. I try to aim down to get that turd out of my way. But that little hard piece of shit won’t move and I’m more and more afraid it’s actually going to scratch my cock and add fecal matter into a wound on my cock.

I can’t focus on fucking. He’s chomping a lot. He’s jerking. He’s moving too much, squirmy even. It’s all not working for me. As horny as I am, that’s all I can do. I’m not going to be able to cum even though I’ve got something like two weeks worth of blue balls.

I pull out.

“This isn’t going to work,” I say.

“Huh?”

I begin putting on my clothes.

“Oh,” he says. “This is revenge for me turning you away earlier.”

“No man,” I say. “You’re not clean.”

Then the dude does the craziest thing ever. He sticks his finger in his ass, pulls it out and sniffs it.

“I’m fine,” he says.

“Believe me,” I say. “You’re not.”

He disappears into another room. In a couple of seconds, he returns with a white towel, wiping his ass.

“See,” he shows me a clean white towel. “My ass is perfectly clean.”

“Look,” I say. “You’ve got a small, hard turd right up against your prostate. It’s scratching my cock and making it uncomfortable to fuck you. Beside that, your working your jaw on Tina is driving me fucking crazy. I hate fucking with tweakers. You have a nice one.”

He stands there shocked and naked as I walk out the door.

I go home. Blue balls. Still.

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Hot Guy, or he was... before Tina became his best friend.

Tweak, Tweak… The Mating Call of Tina’s Friend

Thursday I am horny and frustrated. This is a combination that, for me, is not good. I’m in one of those moods where I want to fuck anything that gets in my way. I’m on the look out for a sure thing.

When it finally arrives, it’s someone I recognize. He’s an extremely muscular massage therapist who provides not too bad bodywork. Where he’s located isn’t the most convenient. But he has a great body and this time he just wants to get fucked.

Allow me to be more specific. He had a great body.

The photos he sends are from a year back from when I last saw him. I’ll explain.

Our exchange Opens a new window from this blog on how to get to his place is brief and he says to come right in — not to even knock. I let him know I’m 20 minutes away. And right at 20 minutes, I’m at his door, pushing. It’s locked. I knock.

Shuffling begins inside.

“Wait up guy,” I hear. “Got to let the dogs out.”

In a few seconds, the door opens and it’s not dogs I see.

It’s three men. Just beyond the jocked muscle guy I’m expecting is a beefy bearish guy pulling up his pants, putting on a baseball cap and exiting out the door behind me. The second is a short, dorky, tattooed guy who sort of looks like Ian on Big Brother season 14. And he’s just in a pair of boxers.

I’m confused.

Then muscleman and I are alone as “Ian” is in the bedroom and the bear is gone out the door.

Muscleman has been on a diet. A radical one. He’s lost at least 50 pounds. I whip out my cock, not thinking too much, and slide it inside him. I’d been anticipating fucking him. His ass is slick already with cum. If bear had finished up, maybe muscleman was sucking him clean. Don’t know. Don’t care.

We’re fucking on his massage table and, let’s just say, it’s not working out. I can’t enter him deeply enough. He’s thinner but fuck if his asshole just isn’t positioned correctly.

And something is off about him. Something just isn’t right. This isn’t like the last time. Of course, the fuck occurred after a good rubdown, but I’m not getting something. He’s face down, of course. My suspicious rise.

I climb off about to leave when he’s up and on his knees, his mouth wrapped around my cock. It’s like he knows something is up. And I’ll admit, his sucking is primo. He even goes for my balls.

I finally decide I need to cum. If I go home in this condition, someone will get hurt until I can bust a load.

“Is anyone else coming over?” I ask.

“Nope,” he says between sucks.

I pull off my clothes.

He gets the signal.

“We need a bed,” he says.

And then we walk into the room where “Ian” is laying on half of the bed.

Now I hesitate, but he motions me in. “Ian” barely looks up as muscleman lays on the other half of the bed, ass up. This room is brightly lit, compared to the living room, which was dark.

I shrug. I’m naked, in an apartment, with a hardon and precum leaking out of my cock. I’m wondering if this is the beginning of a three-way.

Um… it turns out… no, it wasn’t.

Although “Ian” has removed his boxers and is laying on the bed naked with a softy, he spends the entire time texting. I crawl on muscleman. And through our fuck, I notice the signs. The fidgeting. And he’s at least a little smart about another thing. Since I’m flat on top of him, wherever my head is, he turns his head away to prevent noticing he’s chewing gum — an attempt not to grind his teeth.

His weight loss and all the symptoms point to Tina.

Fuck.

So my hard dick is up this tight, warm chute that’s preloaded and, despite the weight loss, he’s still got a good body. I wish “Ian” would get off his fucking phone and play with my balls but that’s not going to happen. And I’m frustrated and horny.

I fucking hate tweakers Opens a new window from this blog. Actually, I don’t hate them. I hate the kind of person who results from using too much Crystal Meth. But I still fuck them. I even had this severe crush on a guy a few years ago who had an addiction but he moved to Minneapolis. I fucked him plenty but actually wanted a real date and wanted to get to know him. He refused all my advances. But when he was high, he’d let me fuck him. And I’d let it happen.

I revised that policy with another man I met locally who wanted me to fuck him before going off to rehab. I didn’t. There are some bottoms I want to crave me when they’re wholly cognizant of what’s going on.

But at this moment, the dick is winning. There’s a little conflict in my head, but I know how to shut that up.

I snort some poppers.

The conflict ends and like a laser, my pleasure center kicks in to focus exclusively on my cock and how it feels inside that tight, cummy hole.

“You want my cum?”

“Yes please,” he says. “Please breed my ass.”

That’s all it takes. Soon I’m letting loose a torrent of DNA inside his ass.

After a moment of recover, I’m off and putting on my clothes.

“Ian” doesn’t seem to notice. Muscleman offers me water and invites me back anytime.

I’m being nice, but I won’t come back. This is one mating call I’ll ignore.

Tokyo Valentino (formerly Inserection) of Atlanta

Tokyo Valentino (formerly Inserection) of Atlanta

Atlanta’s Preeminent Adult Bookstore with Gay Gloryhole Action Galore… Blowjobs, Raw Fucking, Darkroom Hook-Ups

Tokyo Valentino (formerly Inserection) on Cheshire Bridge

1739 Cheshire Bridge Road NE
Atlanta, GA 30324

four stars out of five stars rating

Pricing varies. It’s $12 to $20 depending on the day and time you visit and the amount of time you want to stay.

Wondering when to go? Here’s a guide to getting cum in Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog.

August 2015: Updates to this entry are highlighted in red.

The Basics

Do not take your wallet in: If you’re lucky, your pants will be around your ankles or completely off. Certainly, you can leave your wallet in a locker if you bring a lock with you and trust that sort of thing. I don’t. I bring cash with me and stash all my important documents where they belong. I prefer parking somewhere else where there’s a lot of traffic. Parking in the lot of Inserection frightens some people because someone might know you’re inside getting or giving a blowjob.

Do not purchase poppers here unless you’re desperate: Despite the labels, I do not believe that the poppers are legitimately from the place they claim to be. As someone who enjoys his poppers and knows which ones he likes and does not like, the ones I have purchased here have always been overpriced, never fresh and never the quality of those bought from other sources

Don’t wear a belt if you’re planning on getting a blowjob or fucking at a gloryhole: If you move your hips at all while against the walls here, the “clang” of your belt buckle will be loud and distracting.

You may be solicited for money: If someone just too hot to be true comes up, then it’s probably too hot to be true. I’ve been asked for a $20. The young African-American was good-looking enough and had a big cock, but fucking him was out of the question and, well, his ass wasn’t that good. He was selling his 10-inch cock, nothing else.

This is a destination in Atlanta for Gay sex. While I have seen women here, it is extraordinarily rare. If you are not interested in having sex with men, consider going to one of the other Inserection locations in Atlanta.

If you are not familiar with gloryhole etiquette  Opens a new window from this blog, or even know what a gloryhole Link Opens in a New Window is, you will want to read up on the linked resources available from this blog.

While this is an adult bookstore, it does include some aspects of a bathhouse Opens a new window from this blog on the middle and upper levels (when opened) as explained (accessible only through the ground-level area).

Toyko Valentino has long been known as Inserection (this is spelled correctly; it is not spelled “insurrection”) in Atlanta. The Atlanta area was dotted with a few locations but the best one for anonymous gay sex (and the only one I’ll write about) is now known as Tokyo Valentino. It’s gotten a much deserved face-lift.

The upper most level has an adult bookstore upstairs. The playspace entrance is in the basement or ground floor of adult store upstairs. You drive down the hill to behind the building and enter in the back.

Parking is a challenge if the lot is full since the taco restaurant next door has been torn down and is being turned into condos or apartments (convenient for someone who loves getting fucked… hint, hint).

Pay cash to get in. You cannot use a credit card. There’s an ATM in the actual retail store upstairs (and there’s a fire escape stairs to the backdoor by the entrance to the playspace).

When you pay the single fee, you will receive a card with a barcode on it that will allow you through a turnstile (which hasn’t worked for a while now)  you will be asked for your initials. Don’t freak out. A while back, a patron would have to show ID but no information was ever recorded. Now they don’t ask unless you exit and try to return. Then the initials have to match your ID.

Tip the guy up front a little.

Once inside, you do not need to feed money into videos in the booths. Additionally you can linger and loiter all you want.

At the front retail area, you can purchase poppers, lube, condoms, towels and water.

Ground Floor

You can see a map of the space. This is not to scale.

About 14 paired up gloryhole booths (in purple) with short benches and videos (which are normally ignored) are available. Gloryholes are generally shaped like super-sized twinkies so different heights can be accommodated.

But the MDF wood is about an an inch thick so good fucking can be tough unless the bottom really backs his ass up. The two holes closest to the entrance/exit are the smallest.

Six or so booths (in tan) aren’t paired up for more “private” action without being watched but the booths are no larger.

All of the booths are numbered but the numbers may not make sense. Check above the center of the doors. But you can let someone you’re meeting there to choose a particular booth. Again, you want to learn proper gloryhole etiquette  Opens a new window from this blog to attract or reject someone.

You will not be harassed but occasionally a cleaning guy will go through and might seem a little irritated.Ground Floor Layout of Inserection Cheshire Bridge Atlanta

Generally the space is dark and painted black with throbbing XM music played with dance lights. The lounge (in pink) larger room with a few nice sofas that generally no one sits in but sometimes you’ll notice someone asleep inside.

Just off of the lounge is a small “darkroom” (in dark blue) with large sofas.

Darkroom action has really lucked out for me over my last several visits. Sure, you can’t see really well. You can let your eyes adjust a bit and get a “feel” of things. But the bottoms hang out here (or on the middle level, as explained below) and I’ve found some men of all ages and body types (a muscle boy got fucked raw here during a recent visit and I was fingering the cock entering his hole when he blew a huge load all over my arm).

There can be a problem with trolls in this room. Push them off. There’s also a bit of an issue with assholes turning on their phones to see what’s going on. 

I’m going to write a piece on Darkroom Etiquette to help with these fuckers.

Otherwise, I’ve found good ass… even great here.

Bathroom with two locking doors on this floor. Locker room and showers that no one ever seems to use. Drink and snack machines that costs cash; the drink machine finally includes Diet Coke. To get water, it’s $1 from the man up front. Ms. Pac Man and other video games (strangely enough).

 

Middle Floor

Upper Floor of Inserection Adult Bookstore in Atlanta

Upstairs area accessed via stairs down a hallway. There you will find four unreserved room.

Coming up the stairs to the right will be a very large room (#4) with a series of smaller, twin beds in a U-shape. This room is always open with no door. It is darkroom #2.

When there’s a lot of men, I actually find this is the better of the two darkrooms.

Don’t ask me why, but for some reason, couples seem to come into this room with one as the bottom and the other as the encouraging buddy. I’ve bred more nice bottoms here while their boyfriend or companion or whatever encouraged the breeding.

From room #4, going around the room counter-clockwise, you’ll find two medium-sized rooms with queen-sized beds each and then a small room with a full-size bed. All rooms have doors that lock. Continuing on, there’s a bathroom (a nice private one) and a dark hallway. Sofas line the room. All of the other hook-up rooms are locked and one must obtain a key from the guy at the counter… that’s another reason why you might want to have tipped him.

I have found the doors open on occasion and been invited in to breed someone, but it’s rare.

The reason for the locks? Well, there’s been too many drug addicts using the space to sleep one off.

The Upper Level

On Friday and Saturday nights, you might stumble upon a “secret” dance floor — you can’t miss it. The entrance is in between Hook-Up Rooms #4 and #3. With florescent paint on the walls highlighted by black lights, you might wander into it and then notice a set of stairs on the wall opposite your entrance. Go up.

This absolutely gorgeous space includes a few more hook-up rooms, a massage room (with massage table included), a bondage room (with iron cross) a locker room (real lockers but fantasy play encouraged) and a mirrored giant room that looks like a night club. There’s also the absolute best bathrooms and showers up here.

Unfortunately, I’ve not seen or experienced any play here. But the owners of Tokyo Valentino have the idea right. This could be a remarkable play space with a lot of options. If you’ve played here, let me know.

Hooking Up

Tokyo Valentino’s best times are the lunch hour and just after work with Monday and Thursday being the best possible days Opens a new window from this blog. Generally, Wednesday is the worst day to go. Saturday night can be overwhelming and, it seems, a lot of folks are too picky for their own good, expecting the absolute best of the best.

It also seems that during the late-night primetime, the best bets are hitting up Eros Opens a new window from this blog or Manifest Opens a new window from this blog, which are both only open during certain evenings but busiest on weekends. It’s only $5 more to hit them, so you’re getting the cheapest of the sex-hunters at Inserection.

However, go on a full moon, whichever night that is.

That being said, I recommend a few things to check on what’s happening:

If there are not any ads there, I recommend posting one. This has worked for me more than once, even on Wednesdays. I also use Grindr and Scruff, but those do not tend to work as well.

If you post an ad, a lot of people will suggest you stop by their place instead. If you’re from out of town, when people say they live “close by,” that can be bullshit. Believe me, what seems like a couple of miles, winding through downtown Atlanta and trying to find parking can be not worth it. And I’ve left for some abortions Opens a new window from this blog when I should have stayed.

The crowd is a good mix of African-American, Latino, Caucasians and occasionally some Asians. Generally, bears, twinks, normals, married men and business men can be found. Age range is mid-20s to 70s (yes, I said 70s).

I have had a couple of trolls who don’t get the point I’m not interested. However, I’ve had worse problems at other sex clubs. I recommend if you’ve got a problem person, go into one of the booths without a gloryhole and take a break for a while. I’ve even gone “shopping” upstairs for a while.

Bareback is common but not assumed. Plenty of condoms come out (and I’ve taken then off, as I’ve written; sometimes, there’s no protest).

Every part of Inserection — gloryholes, darkrooms, hook-up rooms and booths without gloryholes — require a different technique to get laid.

The upper hand is truly with the bottom who gets to choose. As I note below, the top-heavy nature of the crowd has had an impact. As does the fact some bottoms are bossy and fucking  picky.

If you’re a bottom, pick a booth with a gloryhole and wait. You’ll stay busy if you’re not picky.

If you’re a bottom and really slutty, go upstairs to a hook-up room, strip down and show your ass.

Ultimately, with patience, you can get lucky. I’ve left only a couple of times without getting laid and those times I went to get it nearby thanks to ads.

 

Autumn 2012

A lot of improvements have been made since the summer. The lighting overall has been lowered and the beds upstairs have been repaired or replaced. The meth addicts are not coming as much, or so it seems when I visit.

That being said, the increase in cost does mean less folks are coming. Some days it’s not very active.

However, the improvements warrant boosting the rating back to four out of five stars.

June 2012

You can count on men to be destructive and that’s what’s been happening here. It’s unfortunate since Inserection provided one of the lesser expensive place to fuck. However, it’s not what the clientele has done but what been happening with the upstairs that’s forcing me to change my rating. I’m dropping it from 3½ to 2½ stars and it might go lower. Additionally, I’m already going to start hunting somewhere else to fuck.

Over the last month, the upstairs has gotten unbearably warm. Standing upstairs to cruise is tough. When I finally get the hook-up, spending most of my time sweating even before we get our clothes off. And then, we’re both soaked just making out before my cock slides inside them. I haven’t (and probably) won’t write about these, but I’ve fucked three men here of late and couldn’t cum simply because my body had released so much sweat, it protested at releasing any more liquid from my body. And quite frankly, the bottoms didn’t bitch.

As the summer heat pours it on here in the humid South, Inserection will become a place to avoid.

Additionally, the leatherette covering on the cushions on the platforms have been ripped, torn and just destroyed. Who knows why but some homeless people as well as meth addicts use the $11 or $15 admission as a great place to crash and come down.

I’ve got a solution. There’s a posted 30-minute limit (which really should be 20 minutes). Timed locks. If they go to sleep, the locks will expire and someone can kick the single folks out (especially the old man who sleeps with his ass exposed thinking that’s just an open invitation). If people are truly fucking inside, one can renew the timer.

And please fix the doors.

 

Vibe in 2011

Since adding the upstairs area, the vibe has changed significantly. As of Spring 2011, the crowd has turned distinctly top-heavy. Good news for bottoms, bad news for me. I hear of bottoms now leaving there with multiple loads in their ass. Well, I hear of slutty bottoms leaving there like that. What’s happening is bottoms are getting choosy. So what happens is even the ugly one are thinking they can get the hot, hot, hot tops and, in some cases, they can.

One day in March 2011 (I kid you not) a very, very bad man dressed in woman’s clothes (with a wig and makeup)  through the place. I guess I’ll call her a crossdresser, but she didn’t give it much effort. It looked like she was the only bottom in the entire place. I saw that thing get more cock than I could imagine. She’d pull her pantyhose and panties down for anyone and take a seat. She got a lot. Not me.

With the Inserection turning so top-heavy and the bottoms getting picky, it’s difficult to get any good action here. However, it remains one of the better places to visit. I still use it, but attempt to make sure others are visiting at the same time via Craigslist ads or Quick Connect Ads on BBRT.

Wednesdays are never good. Mondays, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday are best.

Other Inserection Locations

Inserection
2628 Piedmont Road NE
Atlanta, GA 30324
(404) 262-9113

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1023 West Peachtree Street NW
Atlanta, GA 30309
(404) 815-9622

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7875 Roswell Road
Sandy Springs, GA 30350
(770) 677-9650

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A Perfect Ass, A Loose Fuck, A Nice Load

A Perfect Ass, A Loose Fuck, A Nice Load

The rules of engagement inside an adult bookstore may seem a little strange. I’ve even visited with a buddy and, even then, most of our communication tended to be via text messaging. When we did speak to one another, we did so in hushed tones.

When I hear people speaking at regular volume, I’m almost offended.

There’s this one incredibly hot black guy — beefy, hairy chest. I’ve never seen his cock as he never takes it out. He’s usually there with a couple of Latinos. They stand around and chat, almost as if they’re in a club then split up and cruise. They collect back together and compare notes. Loudly. Irritates the shit out of me. These attitude queens, acting like they own the place.

Anyway, I’m getting off track.

So occasionally I meet bottoms there to guarantee an unload. At a place with gloryholes, the fear can sometime be (1.) I get oral service only and (2.) I get tops only. On this day, I was texting back and forth with a few, promising to meet up along with a collection of a few asking me to stop by their place instead.

That’s when this ass showed up on radar.incredible ass

Usually, ass photos just don’t do it for me. But this one. Well, fuck. Look at it! Just exuded perfection.

The little fucker toyed with me via text for a while. He was in black. He wore a hat. He stood in this place then that. I’d narrowed him down to two potentials. But finally figured out who he was.

He’d be hot for me then the text messages would go silent. Probably off getting fucked. Meanwhile, I’d get a little oral work done here and there.

The crowd turned out to be less than ideal today. Too many tops in the mix and way too many trolls. Luckily, tweakers weren’t represented today. But we had two distinct cliques. My hot black buddy with his Latino fairy boys and another group who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

The code of silence guys. I’m trying to fuck here.

Interestingly enough, among the mix this trip was a guy who stayed in an open booth, pants down, ass in the air. Never sampled him. He was either Latin or a light-skinned black. Maybe next time.

Eventually, perfect ass made it clear through the sporadic text messaging. He wanted fucked through a gloryhole. That was the only way I would get him.

The vibe varies at this bookstore. Okay, I call it a bookstore, but at this Insurrection location, the books and other materials are upstairs. Down here in the bowels, there’s only booths, gloryholes and a darkroom. On this day, I’m having trouble even getting good oral. It’s a rainy day and the bottoms are being picky, which doesn’t bother me much except these are the kind of bottoms who shouldn’t be picky. So they’re all occupying one side of the double booths, awaiting someone. These fat fucks sit, taking up good space.

I let a couple of them blow me, but when I realize it’s nothing more than a mediocre blowjob, I’m gone.

At some point I get the message to visit a particular booth, as he is on the other side waiting. Unfortunately, that booth I need into is occupied. I text back.

It’s a face off between bottoms.

Well, it’s more like a wait off. See who will wait longer. Perfect ass begs me to wait on the other side. No worries. I have nothing better to do. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Finally, I hear the rustle and the door open and out walks the occupier.

I’m inside in a flash and dropping trou as perfect ass strokes his long slender fingers along the gloryhole in the usual motion to indicate he wants me to shove it through.

I do and he gives me a little oral to get me to full mast before backing his slender ass up onto my cock.

This boy has to have some huge fucking dildos in his collection at home. And I’m sure he’s been playing with them prior to my arrival. Plus, someone’s already loaded this ass.

He’s loose. And my respectable seven inches feels more like throwing a hot dog down a bowling alley. Occasionally I hit a side, but not often. But when I bury it, I do hit those perfect mounds, that he’s push up against the hole.

Wet, warm but loose. Not the ideal fuck. Yet there’s a gooey cum there. So I begin to pick up pace. And I did promise this hot little fucker my first load. So I pull out further, hoping my swelled head hits a little something.

Then I notice the light.

Perfect ass is filming the fuck. He’s making a movie out of my barebacking his ass. My raw cock is sliding in and out of his cummy ass and this little fucker is filming it for later.

That’s what I needed. Another pervert like me. I groan a little, take a hit of poppers and hope that’s enough for my cock to take me to the edge.

Faster and harder, you can hear me, the buckle of my belt, slam against the hole. I’m fucking through the gloryhole and pushing my bare cock into this perfect ass. I’m close.

I unload into him. And finally, I feel him clench down, the light pops off and I’ve got my eyes closed as finally, it’s a little tighter. I push my cum as deep as I can into this perfect ass. I want my DNA deposited forever inside him. I want this territory marked.

When I finally pull out, he shows me a glimpse of the movie.

We both hang out for a while. He directs me to a few more bottoms worth my time, none of whom have the perfection he does. He never ever sends me the movie like he promised. Yet, I still have his number. I can hope for a repeat.

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