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That was your first load ever? What got you to bottom? Any reservations about it? How much did you know about the guy before you took his load?

[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...] When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week. I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids. I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right? I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it. Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man." My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something. "That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?" "You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort. The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up. Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls. We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches." "Yeah? How?" "Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise." "I doubt I produce it now." "So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that." "What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. "Castrate you." He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription." "I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe. "Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over. I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over. So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?" "Yeah." "What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?" A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing. The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it. It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me. We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?" I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit. "So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him. "Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him. "Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again. "I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls. "So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy. "I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go. "The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum." He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little." We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well." He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking. "Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry. "The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more. "It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him. "He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness. "I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that. "It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed. "I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me." "So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way." "Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men." "We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?" "Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me. I nodded. He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock. Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving. We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed. Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor. He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems. We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked. The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack. The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so. I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well. When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed. As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles. When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation. I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids. "Sorta," I told him. "Got patches." "Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude." "No, they're not," I told him, smiling. "Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it." "They're not small, man, they're gone." He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?" "Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it." He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?" "Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks." "What happens then?" "I'm getting my cock cut off." He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard. "Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke. "Yeah." Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?" Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day. The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell. Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway. It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different. We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better. Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric. Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean. Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on. I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny. After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway. I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time. It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it. After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been. Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out. I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me. Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered. "Yeah." "Did they leave us any painkillers?" "Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two." The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7. Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?" We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head. "You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so." Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me. The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all. By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze. Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself. That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it. Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to. My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls. I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout. My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there. It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him. Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual. Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.

A number of us aren't going to IML this year because IML has taken an anti-bareback stance this year and thrown all the bareback-related vendors out of the Leather Mart. But if you're going anyway - what better way to say fuck you to their no barebackers policy than to have tons of bareback sex at IML? So post here that you're looking. Post any fuck parties you're having. If you hookup with someone who's done a posting and can recommend them - post saying they're a good fuck. Including pics will help get you more attention. And you may post your room numbers but don't do it unless you'll be around your room a lot. But if you're just going to be a cumhole who stays in his room and takes loads from anyone and everyone then a pic and a room number should give you some traffic... I'll be stickying the cumhole and party posts that look the most promising...

I'd put it another way - SUBMISSIVE bottoms leave the decision to the top. Not all bottoms are submissive.

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Don't understand the question... Why would a sub bottom need to cum? A versatile guy, sure. Or maybe a non-submissive bottom... But I don't think I've ever been with a submissive bottom who wanted to cum... Sub bottoms are supposed to go home and jack off to what just happened. It's also OK if they cum without touching themselves. But their dick is pretty irrelevant to the hookup with the top. Do other tops agree?

I can't say I've done it, but I even find long hair on a guy a distraction - so can't imagine that I'd be into it. And then you have to listen to a female voice and deal with all the baggage that comes with women and sex... It would be enough to make me go soft really quickly...

This is a cute video from gay hip hop artist J.R. - He's head over heads in love with his boo and wants to marry him. The 'boy' is fuckin' hot, but it's not all that clear whether he's into J.R. or just likes the attention... But I think this will be one of those songs that lots of gay guys use when they're in love and want to get married... I think it's funny that they didn't pull up their pants and their underwear was showing even when doing the bungee jump thing in the mall...

One time many years ago I had this black guy want me to call him a nigger while I was fucking him. He was really hot and I sorta liked him, but at the time I couldn't bring myself to do it. I've gotten over that block, and think it would be fun to get into that sorta dynamic with another black bottom, but I'm sorta scared to call a black guy a nigger without knowing it's OK with him. So white guys - have you ever had a black guy who wanted you to call him a nigger or have you ever just done it? How'd it go? And black guys - would you find it hot if you were bottoming for a white guy and he started degrading you and calling you a nigger or would that turn you off completely? Any tips on how to know when it's safe to "go there"?

It looks like the validation e-mail isn't getting to a fair number of you. If that happens to you - e-mail me at rawtop@yahoo.com and I'll take care of it. I may need you to reply to my reply to actually validate that you receive e-mail at that address, but that's all it'll take. And of course, don't use bogus e-mail addresses, when you register...

In general, nothing gets me harder than rimming a hot hole. Well, if the bottom is squeaky clean, felching gets me harder, but that's sorta just rimming with better taste/flavor... Still, I've started wondering whether I'm typical that way... So bottoms - how often do you the guys who fuck you rim you or felch you? In part it's going to be determined by the bottom's ass - some asses I just don't want to rim, but still I'm wondering what's typical...

I like Rawhide too. It's an old style gay bar with this weird mix of people and it's generally friendlier than other bars - people will actually talk to strangers. Plus, Mr. Rawhide is a friend of mine Other places I go are G, Gym, The Eagle and Vlada. The problem with NY gay bars is that you're not allowed to have sex in them. So ultimately I wouldn't say any of them are my "favorite"...

The standing chicken and egg question is whether barebackers made bareback porn popular or whether bareback porn made barebacking popular... Which was it for you? Do you like bareback porn because you like to bareback or did watching bareback porn get you to bareback? For me I think bareback porn did have an impact. Two in particular - First was "What I Can't See" where a blindfolded bottom took load after load after load. It came out in 1999 when barebacking was still VERY taboo. I LOVED it and couldn't get enough of it - though I also couldn't imagine being part of that world. The second one was Dawson's 20 Load Weekend 'cause it was the first time a "hot jock" (by popular standards) was proudly being a cumhole. I can't say 20 Load Weekend got me into barebacking 'cause I was in it, but I would say What I Can't See got me attracted to the dark side of barebacking - which is a real influence... How about you? Did videos influence your sex life? If so, which ones?

Click here to see Hot Pigg's original blog post Just got bred by Twigga again. We have been texting back and forth since he realized he was blogged about and the timing never worked. Today worked. AND he agreed to film it. Now guys, I'm not going to post it b/c it has his and my face but it's fucking hot. He just kept ramming and his beautiful body shows well on screen. I jo to sucking him afterwards and then again to watching the video. Mmmmmmm. Till next load... More...

Just wondering how many of you guys get into nudism... Do you hang around the house in the nude or clothed? Do you go to nude beaches? Do you go naked at gay campgrounds Are you part of a nudist group? Do you get together with friends and hang out naked (where it's not just about sex)? Back YEARS ago when I was thin I'd go naked at a gay campground sometimes (though I felt really self conscious about it), and I'd go to the nude beach at Sandy Hook. Felt more comfortable there 'cause there were so many people who were naked. But can't say I ever really got into nudism...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... for those of you from Philly or who have visited perhaps you know or have been to the Apollo Cinema. it's a in a rowhouse in Center City that is fairly popular (at least it seems to always have a fair crowd whenever i go...which is not that often). when i do go i plan on getting piggy because i know that guys go there to get their dicks sucked or fuck some ass...and i'm just the pig to help them out with that. so i go to the Apollo Cinema the other night. i got ready by cleaning out and wearing sparse clothing (my jockstraps, old shorts, a t-shirt and beat up flip-flops). i do that because it's a pretty dirty place and i end up naked sometimes and need to be careful where i put my clothes. i bring just enough money to get in and buy fresh poppers. on this occassion i walked in and immediately noticed it was full. the 3 theaters showing gay porn on the main floor had a good 20 guys in there shuffling, sitting and watching, and/or jacking off. i went inside one theater and looked around, checking out some good looking studs that were hanging out in the...staring at their crotch to let them know what i was interested in. one black stud was particularly hot in a tight fitting polo shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms. i nodded and he responded with a nod of his own. i moved closer and he rubbed his bulge through his jeans, signalling his need to have something warm wrapped around his cock. soon i was standing next to him and replacing his hand with mine as i felt the power of his bulging cock through his jeans. at this point i have a choice of getting busy right here or going downstairs to the dark room and seeing if he will follow. i decided that since i had just gotten there and i wanted to "show off" my cocksucking talents a little...i unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and kneeled right there in the theater and get to work. there was growing interest from the other patrons... i noticed all eyes in the room were on me as i slid down to my knees and pulled his cock out. it was a nice meaty 8 incher with a big fat cockhead. i reached inside his jeans and pulled out his big ripe nuts too. More...

As a top I need some sort of lube - even if it's just spit. Agreed. I guess I should have said, what's the best lube before the bottom's ass is cummy...

The absolute best holes are ones that are dripping with cum. It feels incredible - very silky. IMHO, bottoms should always keep loads in their ass for the next top.

That took me a while to figure out, but there are different profile levels and I didn't have regular users permissioned properly. As an admin I had more options... Should work now...

When do you tell the top you won't take the load? Before the hookup or during the hookup? I would be REALLY pissed if that sorta thing wasn't mentioned ahead of time because my response would be "I don't pull out - if you want me to fuck you, you need to be willing to take my load." If a bottom told me that before we started fucking I'd probably stop it there until he agreed to take the load (or he'd have to leave). If he told me that after my cock was in his ass I'd probably ignore the request completely and give him the load or maybe I'd cum a little inside and then pull out so it's takes a while for the bottom to realize he got 1/2 the load. The point is that if you don't want to take the load make it clear really early while you're still just chatting online. That will improve the chances the top honors the request.

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a really lame three way last night. The guy had an ad on bbrts and there were 21 invited guests. I was one of four that showed up. The host opened the door, and there was a young Latino on the bed getting a nice cock shoved up his chute. The host was a bottom, and presented his ass to the other guy there. He entered the host and pulled out when he saw my hard cock. I entered the host, and honestly, he didn't feel all that great. I then mounted the Latino, and realized how much better his hole was than the host's. I pumped and dumped in the Latino and left. When I got home, I realized I had left my cock ring on the sink in his room. Now I gotta get a new cock ring. Any suggestions? More...

There are a few things you can do to make your posts stand out on here. Avatars and signatures are the most important... The avatar is the little picture that shows up to the left of your posts just under your profile name (like you see to the left of this). You can upload just about any pic and it will be resized to the size required for avatars. The signature is a block of text that shows up at the bottom of all your posts. It's the same on all your posts and if you change it old posts will change. You can put just about anything you want in there - just don't let it get too high - don't let it get higher than about 4 lines of text. You could put you're stats and location, or links to blogs you may have, or links to public profile pages on sites like BarebackRT (e.g. rawTOP on BarebackRT). And lastly, you can have a profile picture that's different than your avatar. Profile pics only show up on your profile. [You can also upload whole albums of pictures using the album option under the 'Community' drop down menu near the top of each page - but that's another topic completely.] To add/modify your avatar, signature, or profile pic, just click on "Settings" in the top right corner of any page and then choose the appropriate option from the left sidebar on the subsequent page. Enjoy!

I'm still trying to figure out ways this site can be better. If you have suggestions, please let me know by posting here... The site is still developing and I'll be happy to try to figure out ways to make it better.

Thanks for the feedback. It helps me understand what people want out of the site. I'll look into making "who's online" more prominent. I always look on the main home page - everyone is listed near the bottom. But I'll see if I can make it easier. As far as a mandatory location - I'll look into it. There's so much of the forum software I don't know, that I'm not sure if that'll be easy or difficult..

Too many possible options for a poll... But just wondering what people like for lube... For me it depends on the situation... For bottoms going out for a night of fucking I think an oil based lube (like Wet Oil-based lube) is best 'cause it won't dry out and when the top goes to fuck you, you're ready. Shooting some up your ass with a Lube Launcher is all you'll need. Then as you get fucked the cum in your ass will take over and provide all the lube you need. For 1-on-1 fucks with experienced bottoms I like the silicone-based stuff (like Wet Premium Platinum or Gun Oil). The silicone is thin, so it gives maximum sensation. When I'm fucking inexperienced bottoms I'll use a thick water-base lube (like Wet Original). The sensation isn't as much as with a silicone based lube, but because it's thicker it's not as rough on the bottom... And then of course, the one time I did fisting it was Crisco. (For some odd reason they don't discuss that use on their website ). So what do you guys like? Do you use different lubes for different occasions?