So there is a top buck from out of town at the hotel who isn't popping up as 'checked in' at the hotel yet, a BB-Sex-party in the country, and my man being a putz, unwilling to be a sport. I'm yearning for some anon JERK cum up my hole... maybe I need to go to the bars. So WHERE and HOW can I get a BREEDINGZONE T-shirt to make sure I give the seedy crowd enough clues as to what I'm up to?

SO UPDATE: my (much younger) man had a change of heart as the 'ring-leader' of the sex-party texted him too. Suddenly him in primp-mode, what to wear to a sex-party? It's a long drive out into the country, deepest rural Tennessee, right at the border to Mississippi. You would never expect that something like that exists out here. My 'coming out' to the 'promiscuous bareback scene' is still all very recent and just saying THE WORDS is almost like a magic spell that suddenly 'opens doors into a dark seedy world'. As a novice you realize that there are those who 'practice TABOO magic' and those who are just muggles! A child-like excitement that is hard to follow for the more hardcore bros on here I'm sure. Two of my first 'scores' while hunting on bbrt were there at the party: both with big dicks and Prince Alberts. I remember hooking up with them and relishing the banter I had: loudly and openly discussing assorted exploits of theirs, swapping tales of swapping cum with total strangers between here, Atlanta and New Orleans. All conquests the vanilla bar-cruisers would hush-hush about and probably deny. One of them even casually admitting to the 'pitfalls' of the dark-trade, something nobody would do if they were bragging. He said he likes to be bred by 'packs of black guys' and loves getting fisted like a fiend. Realizing I was a novice stunned and startled, he was like a bro who 'guides' the new-comer: "You gotta be careful with these Memphis blacks!" he warned "Half of them are thugs on drugs and may come back any time of day and night and hit you up for money and steal you blind!" But he said he sure 'loves black cock' and laughed loudly as he admitted 'coming up with another disease' he catches and that he frequently over the years walks into the health department like a regular at a service station. Well anyway, he was the embodiment of the 'dangerous players' I used to avoid. After fisting him like Thanksgiving turkey (first and last time I ever did that) he ravaged me with his eight-inch cock and the monstrous PA and verbally relished the fact that I took his POZ load like a champ...

Well at the party were about ten guys: half of them naked. Among them were the two PA monsters who I had fucked before and the younger BF of the 'ring-leader' whose dangling dick-knob I was admiring as he was making drinks. My favorite thing was to eat his ass as he threw himself into a sling and everybody got to watch... my man got so turned on he made me step aside so he could breed him. And here just a couple hours ago he was 'a putz' wanting to 'stay in and eat chili'. It was a back-and-forth, a free-for-all, my man sticking his fat cock in every Tom. Dick and Harry as I like it and him being puzzled as I'm discussing with a heavily tattooed porn-producer letting me be the 'BB-penata' in an 'amateur porn' as only three states in the union allow the 'professional' production of porn. "But everybody likes AMATEUR porn, non-scripted!" 'Close-up shots of being bred, no pulling out, no 'jerking on the ass', loads delivered BALLS-DEEP, no 'proof for dummies' just dripping cum!" HELL YEAH! My man and the bred host BF were later making plans of 'US FOUR' spending a 'seedy weekend' at a gay resort near Nashville soon... dark-rooms and all! 

The thing is: when we got home, my man still didn't have enough! He summoned up some closet frat-boy, a hunky very articulate black 'kid' who claims to be 'straight' but is on grindr all the time. My man accommodated him with a blow-job forever until I had to make noise to let him know 'time is up'. Dude didn't want to fuck, but CUDDLE, he didn't mind! Fuck that! I already got that part out of the equation because after half an hour 'a standard hooker goes into over-time' and I started snooping: watching my man make his magic demon-tongue work along the long shaft of the frat-boys cock after I presume he nutted at least twice already.

So after my man had been a genuine slut, with more scores than I have EVER seen him add to his belt in a night, he breed me and gave me a full load. My favorite thrill: TRAMP LOADS!

The night would have been perfect had he not gotten sloppy drunk and fallen asleep with his half-eaten bowl of chili on the couch... but he is learning!