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Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Um, this is unbelievable. The ABSOLUTE hottest thing I think I've ever seen. I had caught a part of it before on BareDerek's (sadly) defunct blog, but never the whole thing, with the fucktacular ending. As with the other, link is below in case the embed doesn't look good on your screen. In case you haven't guessed, I'm so busy with work this week that I'm not hooking up much. Without further ado: Link. As always, if you own this video and you would like me to take it down, please contact me at skinonskinnyc@gmail.com and I will promptly remove it. Or, even better, give me a link to a place where my readers can buy your video and let this video show them exactly why they should! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... I've had a horribly busy week and got home late, exhausted, and horny. While I ate some tuna and mixed veggies, I decided to check out Manhunt. One of the hot black dudes I've been chatting with on there asked if I wanted to come out to Brooklyn and get fucked. I had no desire to and said maybe another time. Then he said the magical words: "four day load." So, forty minutes later I was walking up a hill in a sketchy part of Brooklyn, ringing a buzzer, and was confronted by a shirtless, muscled, smiling black beauty of a man. He had a small tattoo of encircling his large, well-defined bicep, and this amazing 8-pack set of abs. He offered me a glass of water. I accepted, but before I could finish I had to lick his nipples, which stood at attention. Soon we were making out against the wall of his entry hallway. He pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants, exposing my precum-soaked boxers. I felt his dick and it was a good 8" to 9", snaking up and to one side. After some more kissing, we got totally naked and he led me by the hand to his bedroom. I was a little unnerved to find he had like three aquariums in there. It also reminded me that I had just eaten tuna and forgotten to brush my teeth. But he didn't mind. After sucking my dick for a few minutes (he was good, but not great), he kneeled in front of me and pressed against my lips with the head of his cock. "Suck it," he commanded. I complied, probably more eagerly than necessary. I gave him a good working-over, getting it nice and wet and using my tongue to the best of my ability. His body was amazing, and I let my hands wander all around as he fed me his cock. His ass was like stone, his thighs could crush almost anyone, and his hands were extraordinarily powerful. I was brought back to reality as he held my head still and started fucking my face. I kind of hate that, because I like to be in control and I haven't yet conquered my gag reflex when it comes to big dicks like his. The idea of it is hot to me... I like the thought of giving over to a top in that way. But in practice... um, not so much. Soon, he was eating my hole, which as you may recall is something that I've also disliked at times in the past. I'm trying to force myself to adjust to liking it, with success. I may have forgotten to brush my teeth, but I certainly hadn't forgotten to clean out down there, and I just gave over to it and let him eat that hole like there was nothing better in the world. And he really did get into it, moaning and grunting and getting super turned-on. That got me turned on and when he came up to kiss me, I wasn't even that grossed out. Finally, he got me on all fours and instead of his tongue, I was greeted by dick. He spit in his hand, lubed himself up, and pushed the head in. He held it there for a long time, finally forcing me to push back on it. He laughed, "I knew you'd get the point." It took me a second, but eventually I realized he wanted me to impale myself on that monster. It was tough, so he got out some poppers (which I normally don't like to do, since there's some evidence that they can have a negative impact on CD4+ cells). I hesitated, then allowed him to use them. I felt a warm wave wash over me, my ass relaxed, and I fucked myself down onto his dick. "That's it, that's right," he said. In no time, I was gliding back and forth, eagerly ramming my ass back as hard as I could go. Finally he grabbed my shoulders and kept me from pulling forward, so he could keep is dick in me. He pulled me tighter back against him, getting deeper and deeper inside me. Once I felt his balls against my ass, I knew he was in control again. He pulled out maybe an inch, slowly, then slammed back in really quickly. He repeated this, pulling out a little more each time and then ramming back in. I'd grunt and almost fall forward each time, so he grabbed one shoulder with one of his strong hands, and the other he cupped over my mouth, pushing a finger between my lips to suck on it. He continued his assault, until he was pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into me. Finally, I was about to ask him to ease up a little when he blurted out, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He started grunting loudly on each slam, finally forcing me down onto the bed as he collapsed, panting on top of my back. The feeling of his sweaty body against my back was amazing. I turned over on my side, reached back to recover some of the four-day load he had shot, and used it as lube to jerk my own two-day load out onto the sheets. We showered together, then I headed back to the subway. Saw a yellow cab. Was too weak to resist, stuck my hand in the air, and had him speed me back to my comfy place in Manhattan. Sure makes up for the shitty work week I'm having! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... So, I've gone to some lengths to avoid being personally associated with the blog, making sure to change the odd detail here and there to obscure my identity a little bit. So whatever possessed me to talk about it openly with like four friends? Some of whom now read it. There's one kind of mind-space where you're talking about this stuff anonymously. There's another kind of mind-space when you're talking dirty with your friends. This sits in a third place, which is extremely uncomfortable on one hand and extremely liberating in another sense. It's interesting to find that the secret self, the one that I keep only for me, is now integrated with the external perceptions that certain other people have of me. Obviously, if you've corresponded with me, nobody has heard about your correspondence, incidentally, and nobody ever will. But it's really, really strange to know that there are specific people who know specifically what I'm up to, and are reading about me describing my sex life in exquisitely explicit detail. And then coming over for drinks or an episode of The Golden Girls or a showing of .Some guys might get off on that sexually, the knowing that others are reading and knowing who he is. I don't. I do find it interesting, from a psychological standpoint, to analyze the way it plays out in my psyche. I'm interested to hear the thoughts of others, especially in the comments so we can have an open discussion (if you're so inclined). Later, Adam More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... One of the readers I've been corresponding with gave me permission to reprint this story about a hot time he had at a gym somewhere in New York City. It's EXTREMELY hot, but as I reread it a second time, I started thinking about risk and HIV, so I share some thoughts on that below. From "R" - as i said, the gym is totally gay. even the "str8" guys get a little action in the steamroom. they staff keeps an eye on the steamroom, but its pretty lax enforcement. just enough to keep it from turning into a total backroom. there is always a guy or guys in there to stroke off with, or get some mutual stroking in. i've seen lots of blowjobs, and even enjoyed a couple. it's difficult when the gym in busy, people going in and out all the time, but when it gets a little later, 8-ish in the evening, or another dead time, 4-5 on the weekends, etc. it's pretty quiet. i've also seen lots of guys play a little in the steamroom or sauna and then end up in a shower stall together. who knows what's going on in there (although i do imagine it!) anyway, one sunday afternoon, about 5 o'clock, i finished up my work out and headed to the steam room. there were a coupe guys in there already who were obviously showing off to each other. definite hard cocks under the towels. so i immediately dropped my towel and started playing with myself to let them know it was cool. they immediately uncovered and started stroking also. they were sitting next to each other, so i sat at the corner, facing them both. they both had lean, worked out bodies, but not totally chelsea boys. both cute faces, one was latin, maybe spanish or portuguese, and the other was an all-american white boy. the latin boy had a great uncut cock, that i really wanted to suck, but the other guy was way ahead of me. after maybe a minute of jerking off, the white boy started jerking the uncut cock. he then leaned over and started sucking on it. i was totally hard by then. i started playing with the white guy's cock. he stopped and started sucking a few times while I jerked him off, but he seemed nervous that someone was going to walk in. the latin guy had reached behind the white one and was playing with his ass. i could feel him sticking his ass out to give him easy access. the latin guy was looking at the door and looking at me, so i got up and stood so that i could keep watch out the door. that made the latin guy more aggressive in playing with the white guy's ass. he pulled the white guy up and stood him in front of him so he could finger his hole easier. the white guy was totally into it and seemed more relaxed since i was watching the door. he stuck his ass out and the latin guy stood up. he started rubbing his cock on the white guy's ass. at first, the bottom stood back up (not sticking his ass out) and seemed hesitant to do anything. the latin guy was not having it though, and kept at his ass with his hard uncut cock. he kept spitting on his hand and then rubbing it on his cock. finally the bottom bent over a little and that was all it took. the latin guy pretty much just stuck it in. there was definitely a "OMG, ouch" moment, but the top kinda just kept going. after a couple strokes, the bottom got over it and was into it. the top was fucking him fully in and out. i was totally hard, but couldn't jack off because i was at the door, although not really watching anymore because i didn't want to miss anything. it only took a minute for the top to make a little noise. the bottom was jacking off too, and didn't really know what to do when the top groaned, but then stood up, pulled off, and whispered, "don't cum in me". the top was obviously done though. he didn't say anything (maybe he doesn't speak english???) but he smiled and wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out, past me. i sat down and said "totally hot" to the bottom, who also sat down. we jerked off together, and he shot a huge load on his chest. it was actually kinda funny when he walked out to the shower, because he had cum all over him. i've never seen the bottom again, but the top still shows up there every once in a while. OK, that turned out longer than i thought... and now i'm hard again. lol * * * * * * * That's the sort of thing that I'd consider doing now that I'm positive. I may have done it before, had my wild side come out to play over time, but like that bottom kid I probably would have been both freaked out and turned on by it. I actually feel kind of bad for him, in a couple ways. First is that he was HIV- (or thought he was, which he revealed when he said, "Don't cum in me!"), and he put himself at risk in a way that was both really hot and really dumb. He probably kicked himself for a while after that. It's interesting to reflect on the hot/dumb ratio that all of us have to toy with as gay men. I feel bad for that kid and for all of us that we have to worry about HIV at all. I'm doing great with it, and everyone I know who has it seems to be doing well. But managing it, treating it, and saying that's the best we can do isn't enough. We've got to beat the germ. The cure has to happen, and we have to make sure that we aren't just demonstrating for marriage rights, but also for the cure. There's promising research out there. Let's get active and start pushing for billions more in cure-focused research, so that we can all have the kind of fun we deserve to have. The kid in my reader's story deserved to have fun without worrying about getting a virus that could put him on medicine for the rest of his life. We all deserve it. Agreed? Then make a donation to amfAR and make sure to sign their petition for a national AIDS strategy. And then leave a comment or send me an email! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Just barely. I have a bad cold/flu. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, keep yourself entertained with this: It's sort of hot, and foreshadows the post when I finally get around to telling you about my last fuck... More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Sorry for being absent. I've been doing a job search, sort of without success, and I've also had some fairly shitty health issues going on. Not loving it. Those readers who are HIV-, there are good reasons to stay that way and just read my blog to get your bareback thrills, lol. From a fucktale standpoint, I have a lot of catching up to do to get you up to date. As I hinted in my last post with the video, I had a hot fuck a while back with an amazing, lean-bodied African-American dude in Inwood. I met him on Manhunt, as I tend to do. It was specifically through my Skinonskin blogging account, so he didn't even get to see a face pic - kudos to him for trusting me to not be a hideous manhag (a new word I'm going to start spreading... join me!). Anyway, so after about three months on the uptown A train, I got off at his stop and walked to his house. There's an actual freakin' farmhouse on the hill there. That's how weird and distant that neighborhood is. I admire people who have the wherewithal to live there. I couldn't do it. I guess I'm a Chelsea/Hell's Kitchen snob. I buzzed his number and he let me in. I walked up three flights of stairs to his place, rang the door bell, and waited. He opened the door and was even cuter than his pictures. He smiled and pulled me inside. We made out in the hallway for a second and he led me straight to the bedroom and closed the door. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground. He wasn't wearing underwear, and a large, beautiful black dick flopped out. He was not wasting any time! He was half-hard and I dropped to my knees to get him the rest of the way there. Soon he was hard and dripping precum. Up to this point, very little had been spoken, and I was sort of turned on by that. I'm not usually into frantic, practically anonymous scenes, but he had such a lean body and such a great cock that I was kind of getting into it. I stood up and he kissed me once, hard and deep. Then he unbuttoned my coat, threw my scarf on the floor, ripped off my shirt, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. With my shoes still on and my pants around my ankles, he bent me over face down on the bed and lubed up my ass and his cock. Silently, he entered me. I pulsed my ass muscles to ease him in, but it was still hurting a little bit. Eventually, he got all the way in and I slowly got accustomed to his size. He started fucking harder and harder. It was one of those instances that bottoms love, when you can feel the whole length of a long dick and it feels like the top is penetrating halfway up the inside of the torso. I breathed deeply to bear the sensation and ground back to hold him deep for a minute, enjoying the fullness. He took that chance to kick my pants the rest of the way off with his foot, and I helped by pushing my shoes off. He withdrew long enough to flip me on my back and pull off his white wife-beater. His abs were so amazing I found myself poking at them with my index finger. Then he was kissing my neck and his massive dick was grinding back into my wet, welcoming ass. He got in deep, and I looked at his eyes, as I ran my hand over his beautifully full lips, his stubbled cheek, his closely-cropped hair. I gripped the back of his neck and gave over to the bucking, unrelenting assramming he was unleashing on me. I couldn't help but just grunt on each thrust of his hips. He started breathing heavily. "Where do you want the nutt?" he asked. (I've now read enough gay porn that I know that "nutt" is the proper spelling.) My initial internal monologue was, "Um, you read my blog. You know where I want the nutt." Then it dawned on me he wanted me to beg for it. So I did. "Shoot it up my fuckin ass, man," I said. "Louder," he insisted. I obliged, urging him on as he got closer and closer, and finally he let out something that sounded like "Gah!" and he let loose, shooting his load deep inside my guts. As usual, that was all I needed to paint my chest and abs white with a good four or five-squirt load. After that, we cleaned up and talked briefly about life, about our respective HIV experiences (he has a shitty doc, I referred him to mine), and about other stuff that I've forgotten about since it's been a while. I went home feeling very satisfied. More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... I'm back, boys! Sorry for the long delay. As I said in the last post, which I just finished and published, I've had a lot going on. To those who know my real identity - Shhhhhhhhhh!!! I'll appreciate your keeping my secret! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... So, in keeping with my fucktales catch-up theme, it's time to tell you about the really hot time I had with a guy from Kuwait. I was at Campus Thursdays at Splash on one of those really cold nights last month, when it came time to go home. There were cute boys, there was good music, I was having a good time - but it was just time. I had a lot to do, I wasn't feeling great, etc. As I waited for the uptown 1 train at 18th St, I noticed this hot Middle Eastern guy who had been in the bar glancing my way. He had a buzz cut, light scruff, one of those cool leather jackets with no collar that I'm dying to have (here's another one that's actually approaching my price range), and even under the jacket you could tell he was really built (which I already knew from seeing him on the dance floor at Splash). I stood by the edge of the platform, looking down the track to see if the train was coming. "We just missed it," he said with a slight accent. "Oh, that's too bad," I said. "Better have a seat, then, huh? I'm Adam." Well, that was an easy enough first contact! I thought to myself. "I'm Salim," he said [not his real name]. He extended his hand and we shook. His hand was powerful. I started to get a little hard but tried to control myself. We went through the small talk, the "I saw you dancing," etc. Eventually the train pulled into the station, and we rode up. I enjoyed his company and the conversation. I asked for his number as we pulled into my stop in Midtown. "I don't usually give that out," he said. I felt a little disappointed and (to be honest) I felt a little foolish for thinking he was interested. I have lost a lot of muscle tone since the beginning of winter, not to mention muscle mass. Maybe I just didn't have it anymore. As I prepared to exit, I said, "Well, then, it was nice to meet you, have a great night!" I started to walk out the doors of the train. "But don't you want to come to my place?" he said, loudly enough to be audible to anyone in the car. I stopped in my tracks and looked around. About thirty pairs of eyeballs were trained on me in surprised expectation. "Um, sure!" I said, a little more loudly than I needed to: "I haven't seen it since you redecorated!" (Yeah, that'll fool 'em!, I thought to myself sarcastically.) Confusion registered on his face, so I quickly changed the subject back to the conversation we had been enjoying before. We got to his place on the Upper West Side (near one of my favorite Chinese restaurants, actually) and he took me upstairs. The doorman smirked at me knowingly in a way that clued me into the fact that this guy was probably a big old slut (said the bareback blogger hypocritically). Upstairs, we got comfortable and sat down. Then, he started smoking - ack! Now, you should know, I hate being around tobacco smoke. I think it's disgusting, it's deadly, it's smelly, it makes people (and cum) taste bad - there is nothing at all sexy about it. A strange thing, happened, though... in looking at him in disbelief (he didn't even ask permission!), I started to find that it kind of made him hotter and more exotic to me - my dick got completely rock hard in no time flat. But I quickly let him know that it caused me respiratory problems and he apologetically extinguished the offending item. He leaned in to kiss me, and his breath wasn't actually nearly as bad as I expected, so we went for it. Soon we were tangled in an extremely passionate tongue-fest that was equal parts panting and grinding. One garment after another went flying against the wall or the bookshelf or over the top of his flatscreen... till finally I was gobbling his gorgeous cock with its gentle upward curve, all the way to the base. After a few minutes of me sucking him, he said, "I want to be inside you." In the heat of the moment, HIV disclosure is NOT easy, let me tell you. That's why I much prefer to talk about it on a dance floor in the lull between being those people making out on the dance floor and heading out the door together, or online, where it's just spelled out. So, in that moment, rather than bringing up the buzzkill that is HIV, I just said, "Cool. I have condoms and lube." They were in my bag beside the couch, so I reached in with one hand while we made out some more. He was on top of me, his dick pressing against my hole in that pre-fuck tease that used to scare the shit out of me before I was poz. "Is he going to do it? Oh no! I want him to. I don't want him to! Shit! What if he does? Do I have the willpower?" Well, nowadays, it doesn't scare me for me, but I still try to be a good boy. I really wanted him to push on in raw, of course, but I was determined to do the right thing. He repositioned himself, kissing me in a more relaxed way while lubing up my hole. His fingers were so amazingly strong, I could even tell it from that. His chest was amazing, his thighs were like something from a statue - he really was something else. Then I felt his dick against my hole, bare. For a split second I considered not speaking up, but I did. "Um, how about a condom?" "It's ok, I trust you," he said. Trust me?!, I thought. You didn't even ask yet! I told him he should wear a condom because of my HIV status, and he just sort of shrugged. "I've topped positive guys before. I might even be positive, I haven't tested in almost a year. I just really don't like condoms, I can't feel anything." Having experienced the difference, now, I understand. In my earlier, HIV- days, I would have been completely pissed at him. Now, there's so much gray area that I never knew existed. I said that I would only do what he was comfortable doing, and he said he was only comfortable doing it raw. So, he did. And he was an out of this world top. He fucked me so hard I thought I was going to crack my skull on the bookshelf beside the couch. He was verbal too, but I have no idea what he said half the time because he was speaking his own language. After a few minutes, my misgivings melted away and I gave in to the warm, wonderful invasion of my ass. He flipped me over, fucking me on all fours. He flipped me on my back. He fucked me from below. He put me ass-up in his chair. He fucked me on my back on the floor, on all fours on the floor and finally standing, bent over the little table he called a dining room (in the living room). My dick was hard as a rock and I started to get close. I told him, and he said, "Oh yeah! Show it to me! Show me your cum!" I jerked my cock and after about two strokes I started shooting, beginning with a lightning-fast jet across the table. He started grunting behind me and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He put his head down on my back as we both grew weak from the force of our orgasms. He withdrew and we curled up on the couch together for a while. I asked him some gently probing questions about his laissez-faire attitude towards HIV; he reacted by asking me why I let him go ahead, if I was worried about him. The truth was, I couldn't answer. I felt kind of bad - but also good that I had given him the power to make an informed decision. I would never top a bottom without a condom; maybe I just buy into the myth that tops don't get it, on some level. But of course they do. After we talked some more, we cleaned up. In the shower, he kept going on and on about how hot it was. "I want to do that with you over and over and over and over," he said. I can't lie, I'd like nothing more than to oblige that request. But we'll see. I really do try to be a good boy, and I'm not sure that I'm comfortable doing that when my head isn't clouded by the puberty-level hormonal surges that have been pulsing through my body the past few months. Furthermore, he never did give me his number. So unless I see him some Thursday at Splash... he's just another one night wonder. More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... I'm on my next mission. My mission is to fuck or get fucked in a strange, unusual, or very cool place. Examples could be in your corner office with a view of the whole city, in a hot tub on your building's roof deck, in the back room at the bar where you work... I'm tired of having sex in living rooms and bedrooms! I'm going to be a little open minded with this mission, since it might never be accomplished if it HAS to be in a certain place like the men's room at the Metropolitan Museum or something like that. If you're an NYC poz barebacker who wants to fuck or get fucked in an unusual location, hit me up. Otherwise I'll see if one of my existing poz fuckbuddies wants to give it a try. Adam More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... With fan mail like this, who needs a Manhunt profile or a video, lol? This is from a gorgeous twink from the UK who contacted me through my Facebook account (which I've finally gotten recreated - I'm rebuilding my network, so add me if you want... I never post inappropriate things on the walls of others unless it's CLEARLY a wall where that's already going on). I'd love to have sex with this beautiful dude. Here's what he had to say: "wow m8.... just reading the last bit you wrote.... that got me so horned up.. reading it and imagine it... FUCK the thought of getting in2 a position and waiting 4u... waiting 2 feel your wet precummy knob pushing on my hole.... then feel as you slowly slid into me raw ... right up 2 your cum filled balls... then you just stay deep in me 4 a bit, both of us snoggin... and knowing you are deep in me raw.... you knowing your in as deep as you can get.... and me feeling you in me.... then you start 2 fuck me.. you want so much 2 cum and fill me with your seed... im grabbin you ass and pulling u in me... wanting 2 hear you say that you're cumming ... then feel the 1st shot of your seed fill me... wow i really get turned on thinking of you xxxx" More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... The title pretty much says it. Enjoy! Link. As always, if you own this video and you'd like me to take it down, just drop me an email. Or, even better, just provide a link where my readers can BUY your video and let this show them exactly why they should buy it! More...

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Click here to see Adam's original blog post... As I think I may have mentioned, I'm not a very experienced top. There's a catch-up fucktale I owe you, which is actually embarrassing. I chickened out and couldn't do it. I finally understand performance anxiety. So, I decided to practice. Tonight I met a cute guy with dark hair who was a little taller than me, and after determining he was a bottom, put the mojo in motion. In about half an hour we were at my place with my Trojan-shrouded dick up his ass. I did fairly well. Not great, but ok. I don't normally talk about my safer-sex adventures (which probably outnumber my raw adventures), since the theme of the blog is skin on skin. But this was fun and hopefully will give me more confidence in the future. More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Here's a really hot scene that combines a few of my favorite things - soldiers, group sex, and bareback sex. Link. As always, if you own this copyright and want it taken down, email me. More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... I'm back from the long blogging vacation with a backlog of fucktales to share as well as the tale of my hiatus. Keep an eye here over the next several days! Sorry for my absence. -Adam More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Sorry again for being away. I've decided not to tell the story of why I was gone for so long. Here's all the information you need: I had a lot of action (some of which I was supposed to catch you up on before my disappearance), got sick sometime during my absence, got fat while I was sick, started HIV medicine, got better, lost weight and only recently felt confident enough to start having sex again. Good to be back! I kept a diary for my own purposes (a spreadsheet, with lots of details), so rest assured that the ensuing fucktales from my absence are true. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. So back in the spring, as you know, I was really looking good, feeling good and having a lot of sex. One memorable occasion found me caught in the rain on Broadway and Astor with a friend of mine. We had been drinking at Pieces, which was (and still is, depending on the night) enjoying a period of hotness rarely seen by a West Village gay bar these days. "Kevin," as I'll call him, was walking me to my train and was going to stop and get some pizza before going home, which was nearby on 14th St. Whereupon, we were splashed by a taxi. After screaming various New York-style obscenities after the driver, we realized we were both shivering. I couldn't imagine getting on the subway all wet like that in the cold, and he then had no interest in pizza. He suggested I come back to his place for some dry clothes. So, we hurried there and stripped. He dived into his bed and covered up. I jokingly asked if he could accommodate one more in there and he held the comforter up. I jumped in and we warmed ourselves together for a second. His body was warm and firm (he's a runner), and I could feel his heart pounding when I rested my head on his chest. As gays will do, we got totally hard within about two minutes and started making out. Kevin is this hot Asian guy with a smooth, hard chest and a 4-pack leading down to one of the larger uncut Asian cocks in the world. I gave it a lick and launched into about three minutes of excellent blowjob action. He's pretty strong, and he flipped me over onto my back to suck me for a while. He was almost too respectful about it and I had to give him some verbal encouragement to get a little more aggressive. Once he got going, he flipped me onto my stomach and started eating my ass. "Dude, you sure you want to do that without a shower?" I asked. I can't stand the smell or taste of a sweaty ass and I kind of hate rimming or being rimmed in general (as I think I've mentioned on here). But he seemed to get into it so I let him go. He then came up to kiss me, which grossed me out but I gave in to it and let him. He had really kissable lips and before long I got into it. Then I was surprised to feel his foreskin on my hole, followed by pressure from the head. "Um, want to get a condom?" I asked him. Kevin is a pretty good friend and knew both my HIV status and my love of bareback sex. I also knew that as far as he knew, he was HIV-. He responded by flipping me onto my back again, lifting my legs, and spitting on my hole. He laughed, kissed me again, and started pushing in. "You like it better this way, don't you?" he asked. So he started fucking, and I gave in. I closed my eyes and let him take control, feeling the luxuriously soft bed and pillows surrounding me and contrasting against his hard, thrusting body. "You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. I could tell he really wanted to. Just then a clap of thunder sounded outside the building, and we both laughed. "You'd better pull out," I advised. He kept thrusting and then just held still. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he said, unloading in me. He locked eyes with me and stroked my face gently, then kissed me. I felt his dick jerk a little and start to go soft. That was my cue, and I jerked my cock until I splashed my body and his pillows with my own cum. I immediately felt regret. There's a huge sense of very real responsibility to being poz, and sometimes we all want things that aren't good for us. When we're HIV- and with a poz guy, sometimes we want to do things that could hurt us. I don't like the idea of hurting anyone. Kevin is still HIV-, and while we haven't had sex since April, he tells me it was still the best sex of his life. So I don't feel too guilty... but I'm sure I would feel pretty bad if he had become infected. Thanks for sticking with me during my absence, guys! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Here's the second attempt at the post from the other day. One night not long after my night with Kevin last spring, I spent a long night at Therapy trying hard to get a cute little twink back to my house for sex. Try as I might, the most I could get was a stroke on the arm, a pat on the back, or some other confusing non-signal that could be read as, "I like attention - thank you!" Finally little twinky man decided he wanted to head out for the night and I wasn't going to stay and work for another guy. So I followed him out to the corner of 8th and 52nd, where he proceeded to shove his tongue down my throat and his hand down my pants. "Good to meet you," he said and got in a cab. Leaving my cock throbbing in my jeans. So, I ran straight to my bedroom and logged onto Manhunt. For the sake of the retelling, it's important to note that this is the account that's NOT linked to this blog, meaning that I don't mention status or bareback or anything. It's where I go when I want to be the boy next door. At first, I got several of those late night annoyances: "unlock please thanks" and a quick disappearance as they go to continue jerking off, no intention of having sex. Then a couple possible hits that were too far away or not what I was looking for that night in terms of type. (I have evolving types. Sometimes I like a hot Latino, sometimes I need a blond twink, sometimes I need a muscle daddy... it depends on my mood.) Eventually, a cute guy wrote to me, making sure to unlock right away and telling me where he was in the city. He was two blocks away. Status not listed. I wrote back. I saved the conversation, so this is exact! [ME]: Hi. Thanks for unlocking. Great pics! Sup? [HIM]: five day load here [ME]: Hot! You looking to host or travel. [HIM]: travel bc it's almost 3 and i gotta be at work in 6 hrs ---- that cool? [ME]: Yup! Exact addy? [HIM]: (insert address) gotta be quiet room mates are asleep prob going to just want bj if ok [ME]: Headed over. I put my shoes back on, did a quick mini-douche just in case things went beyond the blow job he requested, put on my coat, and walked to his place. He answered the door naked, with his dick hard, extending a solid 7.5" cut inches in front of him. Right above the cock was a pretty good set of lean abs, leading up to a small but cut chest, and a cute face. His hair was dark and close-cropped, he had brown eyes, and he sported a full day's worth of stubble. HOT! We whispered hellos, shook hands (which always strikes me as odd - shaking hands while naked), and headed to his bedroom. He had a southern accent, so while I took off my coat, we did the small talk thing, figuring out a little about the humans inside the lust-driven bodies that were about to take control of the situation. I almost laughed when he told me his name, because he shared a name with the leading male character in a very famous novel/film set in the south. It was almost too much of a cliche. Having accomplished the small talk he expertly ripped my clothes off and threw me on top of his comforter. He knelt on the bed, straddling my chest, and pushed his dickhead against my lips. I licked it, nibbled with my lips and tongue down the side, and then started in on a big, wet, vigorous blowjob. He tensed up, held my head still and brought himself down from the edge of cumming. Then he slowly pushed his cock all the way back into my throat, bottoming out with his balls against my chin. In and out slowly for a minute, then he savagely throatfucked me for a bit. I started to lose patience for that and made the nonverbal moves to take control. That's when he pulled out, kissed down my chest and abs, and started sucking my cock. I was pretty hard at this point, still worked up from the twink and now this cutie. To my surprise, he then started licking my hole and roughing it up a little with his scruff. Also to my surprise, it was a spectacular sensation, even though it was prickly and uncomfortable. He came back up to kiss me. I didn't bother resisting and made out passionately with him - sucking his tongue into my mouth, feeding him my own, roughing up my own face against his day-old beard. His hand moved down my leg, slowly lifting one leg as part of a smooth extension of the making-out process. Without missing a beat, his index finger - somehow already slick with lube! - was in my hole. Behind my head, I heard a little squirting sound as he returned his hand to lube up his other fingers, and first two then three digits were inside me. This guy was amazingly smooth! With a gentle change of position, he was able to get his cock lubed and point it directly at my hole. This was all while kissing like frantic teenagers (albeit teenagers with mad skills). He eased up on the kissing a little, and pressed the bare head of his cock against my ass. Gently, almost imperceptibly - he eased the tip into me. Oh, so this is happening, I thought to myself. Neither of us listed status in the ad, so I assumed we both were positive. I was surprised that he'd just jump right to bareback, but that seems to be the default setting for sex in New York City these days. "You want to grab a condom?" I asked him. "I just want to pop the head in for a second," he replied. I stifled a laugh and decided to play the little game for him. "Ok. But just the head, ok?" "I promise," he replied. He had never stopped easing into me. By this time the whole head was inside my ass, and the first inch of the shaft, too. He kept kissing me, tickling my neck with his tongue, caressing me. He pushed deeper and deeper and deeper. I pretended to feel behind me in surprise. About 2/3 was in me. "Hey, you've got more than the head in, dude," I said gently. "Oh, sorry, I got too carried away!" he said. He withdrew out to the head, paused for a second, and then fucked slowly - very, very slowly - back into me to the same depth. He retreated again, saying, "Sorry." Kiss. "Sorry." Lick. And pushed back in. "Sorry." Kiss. "Just a..." deep breath, "little bit longer, I promise." "Ok," I said, pretending to be reserved. He started to gently and smoothly fuck in and out in long, expert motions. He bottomed out with his balls against the outside of my hole, and he held himself there for a second. The pressure against my prostate was superbly awesome and his thick shaft made me feel full. He retreated again, almost to the head. Then SLOWLY all the way back in. (Looking back, he was obviously trying not to shoot right away, as he had been saving up for such a long time.) Out again, then a smooth reversal and all the way in. "Oh, yeah, this feels so good. Thank you," he said. "I hardly ever do this!" Lick. I stifled another laugh. With skills like that, he had a lot of experience! "Me neither," I lied along with him. He started fucking faster and faster. "Oh this is so fucking good. Thanks for letting me try this..." "Just don't cum in me," I pretended to plead. "No, I promise!" he said. He had been on top of me, looking down at me. He rolled me gently onto my side, in one smooth movement, almost without missing a fuckstroke. He kissed the back of my neck. His stubble pricked my skin and his strong, hairy forearm encircled my neck. He pulled back slightly and it was almost like he was going to start restricting my airflow. It scared me a little, but he eased up. "Of fuck, this is good," he sighed into my ear. He withdrew all the way, rolled me onto my back again, and quickly was balls deep, with a sideways wiggle after bottoming out. He held it there for a second, pulled all the way out, slammed all the way in, and then started pummeling the hell out of my ass. "Remember to pull out when you - " I said, hoping he'd ignore my faux-testations, of course. "UGD!!!!!!!!!!!" he grunted. His fucking slowed back down to the slow pace. "Gah!" His forehead muscles furrowed deeply as he kept slowly fucking in and out, in and out, gentle and smooth and shooting injection after injection of cum up my ass. All the while, he kept sighing and grunting. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..................." He didn't stop. He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming, for at least 30 seconds, and that's no exaggeration. I started shooting spontaneously from the extreme arousal his extended orgasm caused me, so then I started jerking my cock to get even more enjoyment out of it. Finally he just lay there, sweating on my skin. "That was so hot. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was going to cum right then. It had been five days. I'm sorry." I just kissed him roughly in response, pulling his hair and then flinging his face away. "Just don't let it happen again." He grabbed my hair, kissed me with almost dangerous violence, and said, "Oh yeah?" There was a fired-up twinkle in his eyes, like he understood for the first time that there was no need to pretend with me. What was already one of the hottest nights of my life was probably about to get MUCH more exciting and interesting, but just then his room mate's bedroom door opened and really loud, elephant-like footsteps passed by and into the bathroom. "Shitfuck," he said in his gentle southern drawl. "She's awake." "It sounds like she weighs 300 pounds!" I noted. This struck him as absolutely hilarious and he got a bad case of the giggles that refused to go away and - sadly - deflated his dick. "That's how she walks when she wants me to quiet down. If you could see her, she weighs about as much as my pinky. Anyway. I should sleep." With that, I got dressed. When his room mate went back to bed, Southerner gave me a quick peck and a gentle ass slap to send me on my way. I went home and jerked off again to the memory of what had just happened. That was several months ago. I've never seen him on Manhunt again. I saw him on 8th Ave. the other day, and there was no flicker of recognition. But if you are an attractive young dude with a southern literary name and this sounds familiar - I'd sure like a repeat, sexy! And for everyone else - keep on reading for more tales of the naughty shenanigans I've been waiting to fill you in on. Thanks for coming back! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... So, as you know, I've been away a while. I took an hour and a half to recreate one of the hottest experiences of my life for you, and fucking suck-ass Blogger somehow managed to lose the whole fucking thing. NOT happy. NOT HAPPY AT ALL. More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... So, I was able to recreate the lost post more or less as before... glad I kept good notes of all these events! Scroll down to the Manhunt story to get caught up. Anyone have a proposed mission for me, now that I'm back in the game? I'm going to keep sharing to get you caught up, but I'm also back in the saddle (or out of the saddle, given this blog's focus). So if there's something you'd LOVE me to do and then write about it, leave it as a comment here! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... I went to G Lounge the Saturday night after Southern boy spermed my ass beyond anyone's wildest dreams. This was during a little period of unemployment I had during that part of the year, so I was being conservative with my spending and wasn't drinking much. Conversely, the people I had gone with were absolutely wasted by about 1 AM, leaving me alone as they went to have sex. I noticed a small commotion and glanced over to see a tall, absolutely gorgeous guy turning heads as he walked across the room. He had blue eyes, dark/sandy hair, and one of the most perfect faces I've ever seen. He got a drink, and came to stand alone near me. Now, if you've been to G, you know that it basically consists of a round bar area, and you sort of stand along the edge feeling awkward and trying to feel/look attractive. He had no problem pulling off the pose, but he definitely looked as uncomfortable as I felt. I'm an attractive guy and I get my share of really cute people, but no one this gorgeous had happened across my bed before, so I had no sexual expectations for the encounter. Even so, I was nervous. I swallowed hard and walked over. "Hey, you know the time?" I cringed internally at my weak opening line. He told me. "Getting late!" I exclaimed. "You here with friends?" "No," he replied. "You?" "I was, but they left to have sex," I said with the most charming shrug I could muster. He laughed and I began to relax. He told me his name - for here, I'll call him "Jerry." We went on to really get along and hit it off, and the conversation moved to the area of boys and such. Then, out of the blue, he turned to face me, and leaned down to kiss me. We made out right there in the bar for a few seconds. He was a really good kisser. "Ok, we got that out of the way," he said with a laugh. I noticed that we had gathered a bit of an audience - or, more accurately, he had probably gathered a bit of an audience. Seriously, the guy should either do porn or something where he can make money from his beauty. We talked a bit more, and then were interrupted by a girl who came up and said, "So, I just want you to know that you are fiiiiiiiiine." He laughed and said, "Thank you." She continued: "My friend over there thinks you're really hot and he wants you to stop by and say hi." I glanced over. Her friend was a Chelsea boy in a muscle t-shirt, with perfect hair, etc. He looked a little embarrassed, but he was much more the kind of guy I would have thought Jerry would go for. Jerry put his arm around me and said, "Tell him he's really cute too but I think I'm all set for tonight." That earned Jerry huge good-guy cred with me forever. When she left, he said, "Why don't we get out of here?" He didn't have to ask me twice. We hopped in a cab and headed to his apartment, which we had to do because he had houseguests arriving in the early morning. It was waaaaay uptown (Columbia area - so on top of being drop-dead gorgeous, this asshole was also Ivy League... the bastard). In the cab we made out the whole way. I resisted the urge to move my hands below the waist. When we got to his place, it was definitely a student apartment - small, with not much furniture, mostly decorated with unframed posters. We talked and drank a little more. The HIV disclosure went well, then he led me to his bed. We kissed in the dark, and then the clothes started coming off. He said, "I want to see you in the light," and turned on the lamp on his night stand. Then he dropped his jeans, and I was stunned by what was probably the biggest dick I've seen with my own eyes. It was easily 9.5 inches, really thick, and straining against his boxers. My surprise must have registered ambiguously on my face: "Oh, I know," he said. "Ugh. Every time I meet a cute boy, I'm wearing the stupidest underwear!" "I don't think anyone's mind focuses on the underwear... that's... HUGE!" I replied. He laughed and squeezed it through the fabric. "Yeah, it's pretty big." "Well, if you don't like this underwear, we'd better get you out of it," I said, in my best sexy voice. This prompted - laughter. "You are such a dork," he said, dropping the underwear and kissing me again. By this time I was naked too and our boners pressed against each other. I was much shorter both in height and in penis-length, and his dick reached well past my belly button. To my delight, he was uncut. I couldn't help but imagine it inside me. I dropped to my knees and swallowed as much as I could of the monster dick, giving him the most passionate blowjob I may have ever given outside a relationship. His precum was notably flavorless, which I kind of liked - and he precame a lot. His bed was really low to the ground, so I got up onto my feet and slowly led him backwards while continuing to suck him like crazy. Then I knelt on the bed, licked his balls for a while, and jerked his cock using his precum as lube. He was a groaner and had a hard time keeping his voice down, which turned me on even more. Soon he pushed me on my back and gave me a very good blowjob for a few minutes. I noticed he was jerking his own cock, keeping it nice and hard. With all that precum, it glistened in the light from the bedside lamp. Then we made out some more and rolled around on the bed for a while. He ended up on his back and I went back to slobbering all over his dick. He pulled me up to kiss him, and given his height I found that his dick was pointed right at my hole. While kissing him, I started to massage his head into my ass, feeling the foreskin start to pull back. "You can get a condom if you want," I told him. He responded by pushing into me from below and groaning. "No condom," he said. I was beginning to get quite used to the fact that guys often don't care about condoms if they're topping, so I just let it happen and was glad to feel it. I had a difficult time taking such a big, thick cock, but I took it. It was a good thing he pumped out so much precum, as it really slicked up the head well. He was kind of a herky-jerky top, fucking me kind of raggedly and unevenly... and it worked really well for us. It started to hurt, so I asked him if he had any lube. He responded by putting me on my back, spitting in his hand, and sticking the glistening monster back in, only about two inches deep. He fucked rapidly for about a minute, just in and out a few inches, and finally he started almost yelling. "OH!! OH MAN!! OH FUCK MAN I'M SO CLOSE!!!" The moment when a guy cums in me is the most exciting moment during sex for me and as you may have noticed I try to time my orgasm to that moment. This was no different. His orgasm shook him violently, and he grunted like a bodybuilder as he started to shoot: "UH!!! UH!!!!" His face contorted, and I gripped the back of his neck and kissed his forehead firmly as I jerked myself over the edge and shot a load all over my chest. We cleaned up and went to sleep. A couple hours later, his buzzer rang and he went to let the houseguests in. They went right to bed in the living room and he came back to me. We cuddled some, and then he got hard again and I jerked him off again. As he got close, he said, "I want to cum in you again. Can I?" I nodded yes. My ass was a little sore from the athletic fuck he had unleashed on me before with that beast, but this would be too great to pass up. I lifted my leg and he popped the head in just in time to very quietly grunt and groan while he creamed me again. In the morning, we became Facebook friends and we hang out every so often even now. We had sex one more time, months later, but it felt weird for some reason, so now we're just friends without benefits. I do secretly hope to not only watch him seed a hot bottom someday, but to have a repeat again! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Hope everyone had a good weekend! While getting you caught up on the old fucktales, I will also keep you posted on my newer adventures. The other night, I got dragged to an underwear party. Since I'm not yet over the insecurity that I developed when I put on weight while sick, you can imagine how this thrilled me. However, I met a cute little Middle Eastern guy who was introduced by another friend as being "in the club" (i.e., poz). He had a tight little body, light scruff, and big brown eyes. I was sold. I'll call him Amahl. We made out briefly at the party and then eventually the host needed everyone to leave. It was REALLY late, so Amahl asked if he could crash at my place, which was nearby. I said sure. We got back to my place, closed the bedroom door, and made out for a bit. He had a big, floppy uncut dick and a buzzed body. I sucked him for a bit but was kind of tired. Eventually he just put his back to me and we went to sleep. During the night at some point, I woke up, hard as a rock. I stroked his chest and let my hand wander down to his cock. He was hard too. I kissed his neck and generally let my hand wander across his skin, stroking him. He started to ease back onto my cock and I realized what he wanted. I let him do the work until I was inside him, and then I started thrusting. "Yes," he whispered in the dark. I'm not gonna lie, something about it kind of hurt - I think lube would have helped both of us. But he seemed to be pretty good at natural lubrication, and he was able to take all seven or so inches that I have as long as I went slow. Soon I got into it, the warm and tingly sensation of being completely engulfed by soft, wet flesh. I worked him a little harder, a little shallower. This might have been the first time I was topping confidently. Soon, I got close, so I told him. "Cum in me," he whispered. So, a few more thrusts and I started shooting. I'm still not used to the sensation of cumming in a bottom, so it made me tremble like a schoolboy. SUCH an amazing feeling, and almost a little too much for me to handle, especially trying not to wake up my room mate. I was reduced to making absurd gasping and grunting noises, and I didn't go soft after finishing. I realized he had finished too (all over my clean sheets, may I add), and he quickly pulled off and went back to sleep. This left me with a throbbing hardon that wouldn't go away, so I jerked off and massaged a second load up his ass with my fingers before going to sleep again. Overall, not a bad night! More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... In order to protect identities and important relationships, I've had to take a few more liberties than usual with certain details here in the first half of the events recreated in this entry. You'll probably notice. You can still get off on it, so enjoy! When we last left off our catch-up fucktales, I had just taken two loads from a drop-dead gorgeous, horse-hung Ivy Leaguer. It was a really active period - I was going out a lot, keeping really active, was in a downsizing company and probably was setting myself up pretty obvious health consequences that were going to follow. HIV+ guys have to take care of themselves, especially when not taking medicines, as I was not. But I thought I could live completely as before. It just wasn't true. But the Monday after the studly double-dumper, I sure didn't know that yet and I had one hell of an awesome time - after a rocky and irritating start. At that time, I was very casually seeing a guy (I'll call him "Austin") who lived in my neighborhood and worked as an actor in a Broadway show. We'd have coffee at Starbucks, go to his place or my place, suck each other off, and he'd go off to work and I'd go to the gym. I barely noticed we had become so regular, frankly, but it was becoming more than just friends with benefits or fuckbuddies. One Monday night there was a big fundraiser for an important cause at a Midtown hotel, and Austin asked me to be his date. We went. He is a bit shorter than me, a dancer and really good at everything but topping. He has sandy blond hair and rosy cheeks and a smaller-than-average penis (the better to fit into a unitard, I guess). As such, I didn't have much use for getting fucked by Austin, and since he was HIV- we tried to do a lot more with hands and mouths than with asses. But his ASS was amazing - it's really too bad I hadn't hit my stride as a fledgling versatile cause nowadays I'd be ready to practice my technique on that thing. I was a few glasses of open-bar wine into the evening and was secretly picturing Austin blowing me in one of the elevators when he introduced me to a friend of his. The friend was a finance type who worked in a nearby building and was quite attractive - he was probably in his late 30's, with salt-and-pepper hair and an obviously good build under his suit. He had thin cheeks, which made me wonder if he was poz (the older medicines cause the face to lose fat) or if he was just a runner. When I shook his hand, it was like rock. The conversation was odd, and I couldn't help but feel like "Vernon" was trying to seduce me away from Austin, which I found sort of sleazy. But he was still hot in a muscle-dad-meets-Anderson Cooper kind of way and I found myself repeatedly locked into his steady blue gaze. Eventually, Austin said he had something to show me (because that wasn't an obvious "let's find a place to hook up" line in a room full of gay guys - later I realized that was his way of making clear to Vernon that I was Austin's, not Vernon's) and he dragged me down a set of stairs into a linen closet where he proceeded to kneel and blow me until I was really close to spewing a two-day load down his throat. But then we heard whistling and decided to stop and head back upstairs to avoid getting caught and thrown out. A very friendly custodian instructed us to use the other stairs to find the restroom. The rest of the fundraiser was uneventful except for the fact that a bunch of gay people and their supporters got progressively more intoxicated. We weren't any better. Finally we headed out to Therapy to have one more drink to polish off the night. Austin ran off to pee and I immediately felt Vernon's strong hand on my thigh under the table. "You're super adorable," he said. My dick stirred, as did my guilt. "You're super drunk," I said, trying to move his hand away. He held tight and I let my hand stay there and my thumb started rubbing his hand. Oh shit, I'm flirting, I thought. "I'm not, actually. I can hold my liquor. Are you two exclusive?" the man's hand began to massage my thigh, higher and higher. "We're not, but you're his friend and I'm not a big enough asshole to hurt him by hooking up with you," I said, tugging at his hand again. My hand brushed against the hair on his forearm, where the sleeve of his dress shirt had pulled up. He grabbed my hand and pulled it onto his thigh. Oh fuck, I thought. This can't end well. And yet, despite my better judgment, my hand reflexively started to massage the rock-hard muscle this man had built in his legs. I noticed his blue eyes getting closer and realized he was coming in for a kiss. My heart was pounding in my chest in anticipation... Here was a square-jawed man's man from a major investment bank wanting to kiss me, with plump, perfectly-formed lips surrounded by the beginnings of the next day's beard. I didn't let him. I pulled my hand back and politely asked him to stop. We tried to move onto normal conversation but when Austin returned he immediately noticed the tension. "You hit on him, didn't you?" he sighed at Vernon with exasperation. He turned to me. "Just so you know, that doesn't mean you're anything special to him. He just gets off on ruining any chance I ever get with anyone." Which led to a minor argument and Austin storming off. I started to go after him but the bartender had my credit card... Shit! It should be said now that I hate hate hate hate hate unnecessary drama. I hate hurting people's feelings, I hate having my feelings hurt, I hate seeing other people's feelings hurt by other people - it's just unnecessary in almost all cases. Like this one. I called Austin to calm him down - oh, fuck the details, long story short ("Too late!"), I ended up annoyed at him and ready to go home. Vernon apologized after we left and we walked for a ways and talked. For some stupid reason I decided that the proper response was to make out with him there on 52nd and 8th. My dick started to stiffen in my pants as my hands groped his strong back. He broke off the kiss and said, "You're coming with me." He led me a couple blocks to a mid-rise office building right off Times Square. He walked through the door, waved a card, said hi to the night watchman, and warned me to be on good behavior in the elevator. His office had a solid wooden door and a spectacular view of the Hudson, and all the lights were off since the cleaning crew were done with his floor. It was breathtaking and I felt his lips on the back of my neck as I took it all in. His powerful arms encircled me and started unbuttoning my shirt. Soon I was naked and he hoisted me onto his desk, where my cock jutted up towards him. We made out like crazy as I shoved and pulled and yanked to help get his clothes off. When he was naked, he lay partly on top of me, pressing my back onto the cold desk. He kissed me violently and I gave it right back to him. A mounting wave of passion started to build, and I realized I was breathing almost like I was in the middle of a hard uphill run. The passion took on an angry edge too as it built - there was frustration as well as desire in the way he slapped my ass and the way I pulled his head back to lick his neck. I think this is my first anger-fuck! I remember thinking. I hadn't gotten a good look at his cock, but I felt it brushing around the outside of my pucker and I knew he was a top. Before I could even reach down to tug or stroke or anything, he spit on his hand, lubed it up and eased it in. "Oh, yeah," he groaned. It wasn't too thick, but it was long and he kept spitting and rubbing as he pressed most of the way in. But this wasn't going to be a methodical fuck. It was uncontrolled fuck-fury. He's marking his territory, I thought to myself. At first this thought combined with the partial discomfort to make my dick go soft but as he got into it - and finally asked if it hurt ("No," I lied) - I started to get hard again. He didn't plow deep, but he plowed hard. He jabbed, rammed, grunted and corkscrewed my ass and I found myself grinding back as hard as I could to get it in. Rage and cumlust pounded in my chest and my gut. I wanted that fucking load. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!" I grunted unevenly against the quick jabs of his cock. "You like that? You like it?" he whispered. "Try to keep it down, though, man." So for about 30 more seconds he fucked me with astounding violence and passion, when finally he pulled out and started emitting this high-pitched, annoying sound. You've got to be kidding me, I thought. He proceeded to spray his seed all over my balls, my cock and my abs, and not a drop near my ass. All the while making those woman-sounds. This made me instantly soft. "That was hot," he panted, coming down from the high. Um, until you wasted that load, I thought. I scooped some cum up and massaged it into my ass in an effort to get myself worked up again. I was starting to feel guilty, so I decided to just mop up the rest of the mess and go home. I began to feel like a real asshole as I walked the couple of blocks to my apartment. But I also realized that Austin overreacted and that he and Vernon had an unhealthy friendship if one of the two felt compelled and entitled to constantly cockblock and undermine. So I decided to forget about it. I got on the A train on 42nd St, took it to Chelsea, and walked to Gym Bar. That's when all of what led up to it became 100% fucking worth it! Check in soon for the rest of the night. And if I don't get around to it before Thursday - have a great holiday. More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... At Gym Bar, I ordered a drink and stood off to the side, cruising casually as hot guys passed by the narrow part of the room along the bar. I had already been frustrated twice tonight and I was determined to have sex or get bored trying. I noticed a group of fun people towards the back and decided I'd go chat with them. They were laughing a lot, seemed pretty easy-going, and were cute, cuter, and hot. The cute one was "Max," a bartender at a bar down the street. He was scruffy and trim, with blue eyes and light brown hair. The cuter one was "Jon," and he was also a bartender. He had dark hair, brown eyes, a smooth face with big kissable lips, and a kick-ass body that I wanted to see more of. The hot one was "Brian," a law student at a school in New Jersey, who was Italian, dimpled, scruffy and exactly what I was looking for that night. I'll spare you the getting-to-know-you details, but after about half an hour we were all having a blast together. The other three had planned on going back to Max's place nearby for one last drink, and they invited me to go with them as they left. I happily tagged along. Mind you, by this time, we were pretty happy from all the alcohol (and remember that open bar and that stop by Therapy?), so we were loud and obnoxious walking down 8th Avenue. Max's place was a cramped studio in one of those Chelsea walk-ups that have nasty, smelly hallways, creaky stairs, and dim lighting. There was a bed, a TV, a minifridge, a small sink, and a microwave, but he had managed to Ikea it into a semi-fashionable state. We sat on the bed and sipped a final drink when Max and Jon started kissing. I looked at Brian and he adjusted his cock while he watched the other two make out. I felt my own dick stiffening. I made my move and let my hand start to stroke his leg. He took the cue, turned to me, and kissed me. Soon we were practically chewing on each other's faces, and the other two were stroking themselves watching us. That's when Jon grabbed Brian and started kissing him, and Max started kissing me. Clothes came off, we switched off, arms and legs, cocks and asses brushed and stroked and teased as everyone got worked up into a frenzy of making out, cocksucking and stroking. After a good ten minutes of that, Max pulled out a condom and lubed up his dick. I happened to be on my back with my legs over my head at that moment, and he lubed up my hole and stuck his sheathed dick into me. Of all three, I wanted him least and certainly didn't want him wearing a condom. But I was horny and he was there, and he looked really good with his hairy chest flexed as he supported himself over me and thrust in and out of my ass. He pulled out and moved his attention back to Jon, who seemed not very interested in me. Jon put on a condom and mounted Max's hole and the two started fucking. Brian happened to be on his back with his legs in the air, but his dick was one of the most beautiful pieces I'd ever seen - about 8", cut, and perfectly shaped, I wanted it in me. Max had gotten me all lubed up, so I went for it. I pulled his legs down, knelt over him, kissed him, and started to ease down on it. He moaned. Max noticed this and looked alarmed. "Hey I have more condoms if you're going to do that," he said. Jon was watching too and became transfixed by the sight of Brian's beautiful dick sliding bareback into my hole. I ignored Max's offer and let the dick do its work. Soon Brian was thrusting up into me vigorously, kissing me frantically and moaning. Jon continued to fuck Max, who alternated between fascination and horror at the raw fucking going on next to him. Jon's eyes remained glued to my ass. Brian started to moan with a little more urgency and I whispered in his ear: "You can cum in me if you want." "Ok," he panted. A few more strokes and he started grunting, and I knew he was cumming inside me. My own dick swelled and I knew not to touch it if I wanted to avoid spraying Brian. While Brian grunted and painted my insides, Max almost yelled, "Dude, what the fuck?!" Jon had stopped fucking him, and watched with boned-up excitement what was happening beside him. As I eased off Brian's cock, Brian kissed me gently and reached for a tissue. I felt cum starting to dribble out my hole. I was surprised when Jon grabbed me, threw me on my back, and lined up at my hole. With a really loud, "SNAP!" he ripped his condom off, scooped up some of Brian's cum, and dived in. His body was absolutely amazing, and I let my hands wander over his muscles as he rammed the fucking shit out of me. Max's horror seemed to be melting away as he knelt to watch and started jerking off, having removed his own condom. "Fuck that's hot," he said. Jon smiled and kissed him. The fucking lasted just a few minutes. When Max asked, "Are you going to cum inside him?" Jon said, "Yes," and looked at me. He looked deep in my eyes and said, "You ready for it?" "Fuck yeah!" I urged. "Hot," said Max, reaching over to jerk my cock for me. Jon fucked harder for a few strokes, then threw back his head and started moaning really loudly. "Ohhh! Uhhhhhhh! AAAAAAAAAGH!" My cock, trembling and dripping precum, only needed a couple strokes from Max's hand to start shooting cream out in every direction. Finally Jon just laid on top of me, panting. He carefully pulled out, making sure not to let any cum drip out. I half expected Max to take his place at my hole and use me, but instead he put another condom on and fucked Jon till his load filled the latex. It was almost 4 in the morning by that time, so after that I went home and grabbed a few hours sleep before work. But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but jerk off again picturing Jon and Brian's faces as they emptied their balls into my ass... More...

Click here to see Adam's original blog post... Anyone in the NYC area, I'm looking to get fucked tonight. I can come to you or you can come to me. The catch? You can't have any face pics, as I maintain anonymity on this blog. However, I will also make sure to respect your privacy as well. If you're interested, email your location, stats, pics, etc. to me at skinonskinnyc@gmail.com. I will reply to all inquiries, though only one or two will be invited to participate. I'm expecting to want to get together around 10:30 PM and will be online around 9:30 to confirm. Again - your pics, your name, your email, and your identifying information are all completely confidential. More...