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To see Runner To Be Bred's original blog post click here Hey guys, Sorry for the slight delay in updates the last few weeks since me getting back to California. So the last week has definitely been interesting. I have had 2 different guys load me up real good on separate occasions. The first is a porn star that happens to be friends with one of my roommates here in NC. The roommate flew him out here so they can drive cross country together this week to help him move out to Vegas for awhile. This porn star is quite a Foxxx if you know what I mean Anyways, he gets here this past Saturday and we do the normal intros. Well my roommate decides he wants to go take a nap which leaves me and the Foxxx as the only ones in the house. So I take him in my room where we start talking and all. Earlier in the day we had exchanged several dirty text messages back and forth where it was discussed how much I love to be fucked and how good of a top he is, etc. So within a few minutes of being in my room, we start to kiss and slowly undress. Foxxx isn't really the type of guy for a lot of romance which didn't bother me at all. I start sucking his cock getting it rock hard for my tight ass. It had been just under a week when I was last fucked (see post about LA) so I was definitely wanting some big cock in my ass. He puts me on all fours and starts eating my hole out, getting it nice and wet. When it comes time to get to the fucking, he asks me to get my supplies out. I grab the bottle of lube and poppers but don't grab any condoms. He asks me if I had a condom and I said something to the effect of "yea but I want your cock in me raw if thats ok?" He doesn't even pause and says "sure." He's pretty cute, nice cock but not too huge but honestly, wasn't that great of a lay. He mostly wanted me to ride him, which is fine but I definitely prefer taking it from behind. I think I can take more of the dick that way and get fucked as hard as the top wants to pound my hole. So he unloads in me just as I'm cumming from jacking myself off as I ride his cock. I shoot a nice load on his chest to match the load that is now swimming inside of me. We get up, take a shower but then our dicks get rock hard again so we decide for a repeat. He ends up breeding me again but this time I don't cum. That night we went to a party and got home kind of late so we didn't end up fucking that night. Sunday however we ended up fucking when we got home from going out to see one of his friends perform in Drag. I got load #3 from him on Sunday night but the sex itself wasn't all that. So all in all, I got 3 loads from a porn star although the sex was pretty average actually. I had kind of expected more from him but oh well. The mind-blowing sex was to come later in the week apparently. I'll share that in my next post. More...

To see Rubbermutt's original blog post click here Here is a good one for ya... Til my next post, Happy pozzing or stealthing...which ever you do best...Mutt More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here One of my favorite hook up sites is for bareback studs. In the past I had the pleasure of meeting up with a hot young guy and we had a successful blow job scene in the bathroom and we planned to meet again. Well, this time it happened to be while my husband was out of town so instead of trying for the tearoom we opted to meet at my place. Since I was going to be hosting, we agreed that fucking should be on the menu. I got home, got myself ready and prepped the sling room. When he showed up we got as far as the door way and started some heavy kissing. In his profile he mentions that he likes kissing and last time we were trying to be quiet - it was in a public bathroom, after all. Not knowing how long we were standing there sharing tongues gropes, I did finally get his pants undone, and underwear down. There was not a set agenda and with a nice thick cock in front of me I went down on it for some oral action. More minutes passed as I sucked his cock, stood up and continued with our kissing. About 20 minutes later, our kissing finally progressed to him turning me around and bending me over for some rimming. Nothing gets me going better than a hot warm tongue licking my hole and he was as ready for it as I was. I reached down to the floor and he spread my ass wide and started licking and sticking his tongue and fingers in. I could see a large drop of pre cum sitting at the end of his cock and had to reach over and stroke him. Then I stood up and with just a bit of our pre cum mixed with all that spit on my hole he slid into my ass. Now, I have been told by my husband and some others that my ass is always nice and tight - with this studs huge cock it was full and I had to grab the bottle of poppers. And then the fucking started! Leaning up against the doorjamb and the dresser I was set for him to pound my ass as fierce as he wanted. We got into a rythym of slow long thrusts and some real deep shoves. Nothing better than feeling the mushroom head shoving against your prostate to get the juices flowing. During his forward thrusts I would look back and lean in for another round of kissing and he would keep fucking and pounding. Standing there getting fucked hard and deep, stroking my cock and kissing was hot as hell but after 15 minutes it was time to move onto the sling. I hated to let his cock slide out but I jumped into the sling as quick as possible and he grabbed the bottle of lube. The whole time we were standing at the door and he was giving my ass a full pounding it was all spit and pre cum. Now that we were ready for him to go full force it was time for a bit more grease. I could see that his cock was getting a work out and I wanted him to be able to pound mercilessly into my hole. I told him we could lower the harness and he walked up and said it was good...then he pushed that slicked up mushroom head into my hole in one fell swoop. Ah yes! Now he can penetrate my ass to the hilt. There is nothing hotter than being able to lean back and see the guy fucking you with a huge smile on his face and feel every inch as it goes in and out, in and out, in and out.... While he was pummeling my ass, he looked down and said it was a hot sight. Then he started to fuck me harder and I was stroking my cock. He leaned down and we were kissing again, and I played with his nipples some more. I had to take my hand off my cock and just lean back to feel his cock sliding in and savor the sensation. With his thrusting and my stroking it was leading up to a huge finish. Soon enough he said that he was getting close. I told him to let it go when he wanted and then he did! With a very loud moan and one last shove I felt it start to fill my ass. You know the cum load has some volume when the orgasm lasts that long and I dared not touch my cock until he was fully spent...but then again, I was ready to blow so I grabbed onto my cock before he opened his eyes and started cumming as he finished. My first shot went up towards my nipple and the rest was shooting onto my chest. Feeling his cock still buried up my hole and knowing two loads were shot was a perfect sling ending. More...

To see BB Cunt's original blog post click here Ok, this is just to keep the load count 2010 accurate... I was not very busy since I returned from Washington.... But I took a couple more loads. Nothing really exciting or kinky... So I will keep this short... Load 75: Hot sexy salt n pepper hair (my favourite!) fucker from france with a beautifl cock and a HUGE dick: it was a very nice fuck, he is such a hot guy, great kisser!!! Load 76 - 84: Sex party at Paddles in New York City. Was rather busy. But unfortunately the first 2 guys wanted to use a condom. I turned away immediately ;-) Then there was that fuckbench and I thought maybe me bending over it and just presenting my cunt would make the guys hot to breed me. So I did, and it worked. I love when guys at sex parties like this cum really quick at a certain time in the morning, It was about 3am and a lot of guys seemd to just want to cum up an ass real quick and go to bed. So, bending over, I took 6 loads. Don't know who fucked me, but it was definitely hot. I got one more load from some sexy skin guy with a HUGE dick and while he was fucking me I fucked that bb cunt's cummy ass and gave him my load... On my way home I decided to check out the Blue Store on 8th ave to see if there is another cock waiting to breed. Luckily, there was - not the sexiest guy, but he fucked me for 2 minutes through the glory hole and gave me his cum. Load 85 - 89: Sex Party "Gallery party" in New York city. It was not very busy - guess because of the shitty wheather. So, I switched to "total cumdump" mode. Everybody was fucking in the small darkroom area. I did not care and bend over right in the pretty well lit "lounge area". Soon the guys were lining up to fuck my ass which I loved! I took some "mercy fuck" cock. Not very attractive or athletic guys, but I did not care, just wanted their loads up my ass. So, the 5 loads I took in only 45 minutes were not bad. SO, the 2010 load count is 89 so far. I 'll have to think of a special scene to take number 100 already - any ideas, guys???? More...

To see BB Cunt's original blog post click here So, there I was - just took a nap, had 39 loads up my slutty ass and someone knocking on my door. I was awake immediately and opened the door: There was this middle eastern looking, buzzed, butch fucker in a leather vest waiting outside the door. He came in the room and I saw a couple of small ensigns on his leather vest. And on his slightly hairy chest there was a big round golden medal. He wore a full leather outfit - nice tight leather chaps, cap etc. Than I realized: That is the guy I 've been chatting with for some days. The gold medal made perfect sense - he was the Mr. Mid Atlantic Leather of the year 2009, apparently just back from being a judge at the Leather Contest. That fact that he came in his full Mr. Leather outfit drove me wild, I started sucking on his cock immediately and bend over to take his cock. Of course I told him about the amount of cum up my ass. MAN , THAT is a sure way to make the fuckers hot as hell. As I learned from Vince, talking dirty shit is a great way to get the cumloads up my ass quick... So, thats what I did - and it did not took long and Mr. Leather gave me Load number 40. Here is a picture: After that I decided to check out the After party of the contest, which was not necessarily the best idea. I thaught they'll have some dort of backroom with some action.. BUT nothing! After 30 minutes I returned to the hotel. The lobby was pretty busy so I decided to have a beer and see if I can find some hot fucker...A couple of guys came over to talk to me, but I thaught this is just too exhausting - I want cum up my ass no endless chatting and maybe even talking to a guy who wants to use a rubber. So I returned to my room and choose the outfit for my cumhunt: Black rubber gladiator skirt, black leather harness, black rubber boots - easy access to my cunt for everyone. From now on, again, my memory is a bit faded. To keep track with the load count I managed to go back to my room after every load and count it on a little sheet of paper...I remember two hot scenes though. On the 8th floor I was walking down the hallway and saw a guy standing outside his room naked with one of those cock pumping machines. He was mid 40ies, muscular built and I saw immediately : he is a pig. I entered his room and saw that there was a sling in the middle of the room. He closed the door and forced me to lie down on the sling. He sucked my cock, but I directed his raw cock up my ass. When he realised I wanted to get fucked raw he said something like: 'I knew you are a slut' and shoved his pumped dick up my cunt. He fucked me for a couple of minutes, than I said "Open the door". I wanted other guys to come inside the room and take turns on my ass. He happily opened the door and it did not take long and 5 or 6 guys gathered around the sling. He handed me over to a bear. He fucked me very hard and dumped his load. I could feel the cum dripping out of my ass as he pulled out. The next guy was ready with a hard dick and fucked me right after the bear. 'Man, that ass feels so good - how many loads u got up there?" he asked. I said as proud and loud as I could: "41 fucking loads up my slutty ass. And I want MORE!" He dumped his loads soon after that. The 3 other guys did not seem very interested in fucking me, so I did not see a point in staying. I said "Thank you" to the two cum donors and left. I visited a couple of rooms with some parties and took 5 more loads from god knows who over the next 2 hours. Than I felt like the whole scene in the hotel was slowing down, it was almost 3am. I decided I 'll have to find one last fucker to breed me and give me a change to shoot MY load (remember - I did not cum for the whole weekend...). And - lucky me - it did not take long and I met this sexy looking, skinhead on the hallway who seemed bvery interested. He was bold, maybe 40yo., black goatee, skinhead outfit, boots. You cold see he is positive. I passed by and kept on walking towards the elevetors staring at him. He came after me and opened the door that said "Ice machine and beverages". I followed him and there he was with his dick out waiting for me in the bright light next to the ice cube machine. And what a dick it was! HUGE, BEAUTIFUL! I dropped to my knees, sucked his cock and after a couple minutes I shoved his dick up my bare cunt. As I knew before, he did not hesitate (actually, thinking back - I did not meet a single guy who hesitated before fucking me bareback throughoit the whole weekend!) and fucked me right there. After some minutes I said he should follow me and I guided him to the elevator. I wanted to take that hot fucker back to my room for the last fuck of MAL. We waited fot the elevator and in the elevator, I shoved his cock up my ass again. When the elevator opened on the 7th floor, there was a group of guys waiting outside who could see us fucking. MAN, how i love being watched! We entered my room and I left the door open. He fucked me and I could feel he has a lot of fun doing it. Soon a guy who fucked me last night came inside the room. He is a HUGE muscular daddy type, I also took his load on a trip to Chicago once. So he knew I am a total slut. The two fuckers took turns fucking my ass and the daddy type guy bred my ass soon. I guess he was also ready to go to bed and finish the MAL weekend. Skinguy stayed and kept fucking me for some time. Usually I am not at all into getting fucked for that long. but I knew it ll be the last fuck of MAL 2009 and he was pretty good in what he is doing, so it was ok. I stroked my dick and said: "Man, u wanna give me the last load this weekend? u wanna give me number 49??? u wanna breed that ass?" I stoked my cock and I finally came with his huge ass up my cunt. When I did, he moaning load and finally shot his load too..... Perfect timing!!! I thanked him for the donation and he left. So, 49 loads - I was so proud of myself! I started preparing for the departure on the next morning and I looked through the MAL promotional material. I found a little bussines card with a photo: It was the skin who just bred my ass!!!!! It said: Mr. Maryland leather 2009 "Sir Hooker". DAMN, the second Mr. Leather in just one day! SO HOT! So, next morning Vince wrote an text message asking "Load count, faggot?" I wrote that I took 49 loads, and I tried to get 50 but I did not make it. Than he wrote back: "Actaully, you got 50, I dumped a load and did not tell you..." FUCK YEAH! I made it, my first actual 50 LOAD WEEKEND! Man, I am still so PROUD of myself! So, this is the last report of MAL 2010. Leave your comments guys!!! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here This documentary is not a review of Mack, but rather what transpired during my visit there last Saturday. First off, Mack is well-managed with the best music I ever heard in a sex club and a campy, generous front desk staff...I got a discount for being a veteran. The last time I was there was before the remodel...my fuck buddy Craig and I needed a place to fist...he had already fucked my ass in his room at the Holiday Inn and I wanted to return the favor by fisting his hot hole (we had met at one of Tom Fister's parties in the Castro) and we both preferred a sling rather than a bed or the floor. I bare fisted Craig's big hole at the Mack that night and there wasn't much else going on at the time (I've forgotten what night of the week it was) and we drew a curious crowd, such as it was. I thought that Mack was OK and a place with some potential if one bottom wanted to get his butt plowed, and the atmosphere was bareback-friendly. I checked in around midnight and there wasn't much happening, although attendance built up steadily through the evening. The next thing: I was about the hottest man there, and that's not a boast, but should you give you an idea of what the other guys looked like (check out my profile, pics on barebackrt, I am not a little twink despite identifying as a boi), and being the hottest man in the room doesn't necessarily mean you're gonna get a rush...a lot of guys tend to get intimidated by you and then they fear rejection. That's too bad, because I would have gladly hosted any dick that wanted in. But...on that night, I don't think there were many guys there to fuck...they were there to watch. Some guys didn't even bother to strip...they trolled around in street clothes...not much interest in fetish wear...one guy actually wore a business suit (!), stalking around like a bored Episcopal priest. Not a few guys could have used a cane or even a walker. Yes, men...in this esteemed sex club, there were guys teetering around, about to keel over at any moment, or to skid down one of the ladders that led to and from the cages and bunks built on the tower platforms. How sexy is all of this? If there was the slightest hint of action, these doddering trolls would rush..as best as they could...to gather around and get a good view. I staked out a place on top of one of the towers, slipped off my jock and stuck my butt up and out, obviously looking to get fucked. Nothing happened...but I was patiently waiting for the bars to close and for the storming of a herd of hot men from the Powerhouse and Chaps. It didn't happen...there was no flood of fresh hot blood. Just a few more trolls...by 3 a.m., the place was fairly crowded but with very little action...just looky-loos trolling around...and of course the computers were all in use. I had the platform pretty much to myself until an unremarkable couple climbed up and settled into an extenuated, boring suckathon. Then a very young latino with absolutely no muscular definition tried to mount an ugly troll wearing glasses...the troll, not the kid. That animal act went on for about five minutes...and that was it for a while. 4 a.m., 5 a.m....finally the kid returned and tried to fuck me. He started to stick his fingers up my hole, but in a crude way that told me he didn't know what he was doing...this was just something he saw in a video. But, he's just a kid, and it's my job to teach him something. His cock was not particularly big, but like with all young kids, it was rock hard. I'm on my belly and he's messing around back there...I didn't what in the hell was doing, so I finally reached back and guided that hard little rod into my twitching, eager hole...ah shit, he's wearing a condom...well, he's the top and it's his call and he's right to take care of himself...the fuck wasn't the best, figure he's still figuring it out (maybe he's straight?! who knows or cares?), and I guess it was better than nothing, but let's hope he figures it out before too long. Check out for me was 6 a.m. and it was time to give it up. Gathering my shit, I realized that the kid had taken my old bottle of Fist by mistake and left me with his new bottle of Jungle Juice Premium. The kid was long gone by then so I took the Jungle Juice home...Mack had not been a complete waste of time, then...and better than staying home. Mack could be so hot, and maybe on a different night, it would have been better...but for now, I think I've gotten Mack out of my system. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Our laptop at home finally died and I have not had time at work to update for you all..so I will post a few items today from last week. As most of you know, there are a few videos on Xtube of me getting fed loads of cum. Well, I have had the pleasure of finding a couple more guys either visiting or living here that want to feed me. Last week I met up with one of them - he has no pictures but did send me some via email. Hairy chest, lean build, average sized cock in his own words and a huge cum shot. He did not want to be sucked, merely to jack off all over me and let me have the cum load. Okay, I said. After all, I am a cum pig and if I get it from sucking, fucking or jacking - it all works so long as we both get what we want. He and I met at my nearby bathroom stall. He dropped his pants, took a hit of poppers and started stroking. I was on my knees and enjoying his nipples while watching him get thicker and harder with each stroke. After a couple of popper hits he warned me that he was about to shoot. Now, I have been told that guys are huge load shooters and never doubt it. In this case he almost under stated it! Shots were hitting my face, my eyes, going over my head. Then the next volley of shots came out. All over my face for the second round and when all was said and done I was indeed coated with cum. This guy may have seen my videos but he was camera shy and I respected that - so you will just have to take my word that it was a world class cum load. On to the next story.... During the week I was at the gym a bit earlier than usual. I had not been there long when I saw an older tall blond man head into the steam room. Being a member of a mixed gym in the financial district means that not everyone is gay or that the steam room is the equivalent of a bath house. On this day, I went in and sat down near him. Some guys wear a towel the entire time but I figure that since it is only men a towel is optional....so I always let mine fall open and sit down. While sitting I may try to make some eye contact and gauge the level of interest. This guy was hot in my opinion - beefier and more of a football player build, somewhat receding hairline and just a light coating of chest hair. He had his towel wrapped around his waist but since mine was open, he was able to see my cock hanging down. I was not stroking or even close to holding my cock...just sitting there enjoying the steam. However, when I caught him looking, I looked back and right at his crotch. Since it was only us in the steam room, I stood up to add some cold water and get some more steam to fill the room (helps coat the door too, less visibility). I was semi firm and left my towel on the bench. He got an eye full when I sat back down. He got the message as my cock started to get thicker with his eyes looking directly down. Once he saw me get hard, he reached down and started to stroke his cock. Once he pulled his cock from under the towel my mouth hit the floor. It was massive, thick and about the size of a beer can. YUM!! Well, I was not about to let that cock go to waste - I immediately leaned over and had to attempt to swallow it all. I indeed took every inch of that jaw stretcher and got down to his balls. My cock was immediately leaking pre cum. He somehow got even harder and thicker as I started to deep throat him and stroke it. Neither one of us wanted him to leave with his nuts full, so I went to town as quick as possible and he kept an eye on the door. Soon he told me he was getting ready to cum and I just shook my head. Knowing that I was ready to swallow it all, he let out a slight moan and started flooding my mouth. With his thick shaft buried in my throat, I felt each spasm of cum and let it all pool in my mouth before swallowing. Once he was spent, I came up off his cock and just had to sit back. Still no one came in and he leaned back and said "Thanks!"...well, you know that at that point I had to say "oh no, thank you!!!" and as we sat there I added that he could use my mouth anytime he needed in the gym. He smiled and we both left to take a shower and clean up. More...

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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here So I'm on the road in a town in the south. Yeah - that's as specific as I feel like getting. I arrived early morning with nothing to do, work-wise, until afternoon. So, I got into my room and immediately logged onto ManHunt. I will say this about this town: they are big into the IM function of MH. Neither here nor there - it just is. So, I got an IM from a 42 6'0" man. Claimed to be muscular and his pic seemed to stand by that assertion. 44c, 32w. He also claimed to have 8". Don't they all? He said 15 minutes he'd be at my hotel and for me to leave the door open and naked on the bed. All he wanted was head. He was married and wanted to be safe. Ok. That's fine. I did all he requested and sure enough he showed, albeit about 10 minutes late. He seemed to be what he said he was, except maybe for age. He had to be 10 years older or had just had a harder life or spent too much time in the sun. I've never seen a 42 yo with those kind of facial lines. He also had the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Contacts, maybe? His cock wasn't 8" either. A really solid (and I do mean SOLID) 7" with a really really really nice head on it. Helmet head. The guy stripped down and came over to the side of the bed and fed me. Or I fed on him, to be more accurate. I love getting reactions out of a married father. It's been a long time since a guy's cock has been THIS hard and I do believe it wasn't from any enhancing drugs. After the appropriate amount of time to let me do my thing, he began to pump my mouth. He liked doing that. A slight time after that, he actually climbed up on the bed and laid upon me. He said he wanted to rub dick to dick, but I know deep down he wanted more. His cock got under my nuts and I tempted him a bit with my hole. I don't think he was bold enough to actually go through with it, but if I were a regular in town, he'd eventually go for it. He rolled over and laid back for me to get between his legs and suck some more. And I did - for about 20 minutes. He could pulse his dick to feed me pre-cum. GREAT tasting pre-cum. I loved his pre-cum control. But that's not how I wanted to get fed the main course. I talked him into squatting in front of my face while I laid back in the bed and bracing himself with his hands on the wall, he fed my face. The cock was harder than ever and he mentioned it and how full the head was getting - and it was. With no other warning he unloaded a big splash of seed.....then another one and another one. And it kept coming and cumming. He kept it on my mouth and I wasn't looking to take it out. I had promised him I'd take every drop and I thought I did. But when iI extracted it, I squeezed the shaft and a huge drop came from the hole in the head. He pushed it back to me and said, "you said you'd take it all." Like a good cocksucker and greedy pig, I cleaned it up like a pro. We're both hoping he can come back daily while I'm here. IF he can get away from the wife. More...

To see BB Cunt's original blog post click here So, I got up sunday morning (well, actually it was noon) with 28 loads up my ass. I had a protein shake, because of course I was starving. But I decided not to eat so my ass would stay clean to get fucked the whole day. I immediately turned on my computer and and checked my barebackrt & manhunt profiles. It was kind of quite, I guess all the pigs were still asleep. Then I got a txt message. It was Vince: "Whats the load count, bitch?". When I replyed I took 28 loads all in all on saturday, he said "Not enough, you cunt, I 'll be over in one hour. Try to get one or two fresh loads until then." Being a good slut, thats what I did: I could not just open the door to my room and let guys come in because the maids were hoovering the hallway and cleaning rooms. So, I decided to put on another "taking loads" ad on bbrt. Thank god, within 15 minuts I had the first pig knowcking on my door. He said he fucked my ass on the party last night and did not cum, so he wanted to finally dump his load. Honestly, I could not remember this guy fucking me, but whatever... I bend over taking his cock. And, I learned from Vince. I told that guy that he is "fucking a porn star ass" and that I was 23 years old. That guy was dumped hi sload after about 20 minutes and kin dof wanted to stay and cuddle (WHAT?) . But I said I am busy and that he should leave, because I have to get one more load before my pimp is showing up. Unfortunately I failed in getting that second load of the day. VInce showed up and was not happy about it: "Man, I thaught you were a real bareback bitch... You know I am not done with you in a ling time right? You 'll take so mmuch more loads for me today..." But first, he wanted me to suck his cock and take his load. I was on my back, me legs spread in the air. He was fucking me hard and fast. While he was fucking me, he asked me if I like ex-inmates. I said I never had one and asked him if he is one. He did not answer my question but said something like "Man, I don't need those legs, they are in my way to fuck that cunt, I ll just gonna cut them off...." I was not sure if I understood him right, but for some strange reason that was turning me on... He was close to dump his load up my ass and just before he did - he slapped me in my face twice. I mean that was not a slight slap in the face, this was serious, my cheeks were all red and I kind of felt a little frightened of that guy. But at the same guy I was so turned on.... So I was up to 30 loads. After he was ready, we started were we finished yesterday afternoon. He would stand outside my room inviting random guys to come inside and dump their load. It was just light yesterday, the guys came, dumped their load real quick and left. One dick was especially nice - here he is: Vince came up with a new "story" to make the guys hot and dump their load quick: He told them I was a european high fashion model and that I am in the US at the moment being casted for New York Fashion week shows...Here a a couple of quotes from different guys (I really don't remember what they looked like): "That will be burnt into my memory forever" "Man, you two are the perfect match. Every cunt should have a daddy like you" (referring to Vince) "A couple years ago I fucked Dawson here. Man, THIS was so much better..." "I wanna cum again and give him a second load in about one hour" So, I took 9 more loads like that. Around 5pm I was ready for a nap and Vince left. I slept for two hours and got up hornier than ever. 39 loads up my ass, I was ready for number 40. And lucky me, there was somebody knocking on my door.... More...

To see AIDSFukka's original blog post click here Q: Have you ever been stealthed, before knowing you were poz? A: 1. YES! 2. No. That is: I've always barebacked, since my beginning in the late 70ies. And I've never made any inquiries about a guy's sero-status - not even in the first AIDS-panic years: so, hard to imagine I could ever been "technically" stealthed. The funny thing, though, is that I did happen to be stealthed, just a few years ago, during a naked party. He was a hot guy, soffucking hot. He stood in front of me, while he started to wear his condom: hey, did I mention he was HOT? Fuck, I said, I want that cock - wrapped or not. Not being a BB party, I supposed he was just doing that way because he used so - or maybe because of my biohazard tat.. whatever. He fucked me quite good, quite long, and in multiple positions: and of course I was not paying attention at what was happening to his damn rubber when he was pulling out his cock and then shoving it back up my ass. Ok, at last he shot his load: much to my disappointment, though, he really ran away and disappeared as soon he'd finished his job. Shit, shame.. I was hoping to rescue his condom, at least.. I just was fancying his juices flowing down my throat. Amen. But much to my surprise, few minutes later I began to feel something wet and sticky dripping off my asshole.. LOL! THE SONOFABITCH HAD STELTHED ... "ME"!!! POZitively one of the best shags I've had: ok, but absolutely the one ended in the most hilarious way, at all!! Still wonder if he was poz-and-poz-aware, or if maybe he was just one of those "smart" guys who think they're "NEG", and like to lure their fuck-buddies showing their condom, just to get rid of it "later", and have their share of (obviously) "healthy" fun... I like the second hypothesis: at that time my VL was rocketing sky-high.. and at least, today that lovely sonofabitch is likely to have something more private to think upon, than trying to mess with older cats... (_(_)//////D~~(_o_) More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I was working off-site today and on the way back to the office, I swung by a bookstore/adult video arcade. As it happened, it turned out to be 12:30p - so I was hoping for some kind of lunch crowd. The parking lot seemed promising - a nice mix of things like pick-up trucks and BMWs. I wasn't sure what to expect. I don't know why I think outside the box, they are always the same kind of guys. Hell, I'm one of those kind of guys. Middle aged, horny, desperate. I roam the halls and stalls looking - always looking. I peeked in one stall to see this hot guy (for there) getting blown. I could never see the guy blowing him as he was face down in the guy's crotch. However, the feeder just stared at me and pretty much ignored his eater. But I moved on. I took a booth and waited. It didn't take long. Some guy came in, that in theory was all wrong. Thinning hair on top, but long in the back. His cock was almost 7" but I was hungry and went down on it. The guy had the perfect mouth. Telling me what I was, what I was to do to him. How he wanted to fuck me. Raw. He fucked my face and my throat and I took it. With no doors on the booths, many were coming and going, looking in for a spell. When the guy did blast off, it was a HUGE HUGE load. And it tasted great. I immediately regretted not having him stand me up, turn me around and fuck me right there for all to see. I moved around a bit after that. What I didn't realize is that one of the guys who was watching me was the first feeder. The guy was mid-40s and a rough looking sort. The kind of guy who knows what he wants and how to get it - no questions. He wasn't great at taking hints. He had me on my knees making me blow him. "Making" is all relative, I suppose. He hissed at me that he didn't give the other guy his load because he knew he'd be feeding it to me. HOT. I sucked him for a long time. I got face fucked by him too. More guys in the doorway. He told me he couldn't cum until he saw my pretty little ass. I dropped my suit pants and let him see it. He pushed me against a wall and rubbed it up and down my crack. This is where his hint taking would have been good. He said he wanted to fuck me. I said nothing. It's not that I didn't want it, it's that I wanted him to just TAKE me regardless of my desires. I wanted or needed him to be in control this way. He didn't do it. He did put my back on my knees and unloaded my second load of the day. Another biggie. Possibly bigger than the first. #3 was at the door watching, but oblivious that #2 had shot and I had swallowed. He was ok too. Late 20s, black hair and lots of potential. A medium dick but thick. He didn't take long at all. Must have been worked up by the show. He shot a small load and it was awfully bitter. Way bitter. But it was a good day. It was pushing me to 10 loads for the month. At this rate, I will hit my 100 loads for a year. More...

One other issue I'll work on fixing is that when you submit a new thread it looks like it didn't work, but it did...

So the point of this whole forum thing is to let you guys start your own discussions and talk back and forth between each other. Basically there are forums for fiction and others for the whole bug chasing / gift giving thing (since that could turn some guys off it's kept separate). So start a thread and try it out, or respond to someone elsee's thread... And yes, I still have some work to do. The most obvious thing is the design - haven't worked that out yet. And I need to work on how it handles image (among other things)...

To see SDsk8rBoi's original blog post click here I get a message on dn from this "safe only" buff bottom from a flat midwestern state, so I try to find out what's he done or would like to do. Here's the exchange that followed: BuffFarmBoy: love ur thick hairy bush, love smellin a dudes bush with his cock down my throat. sdsk8rboi: thanks. and after u take my cock in your mouth, do u want it in your ass? BuffFarmBoy: hell yes, would like to straddle you and sit ur cock and lick those hot pits of yours. sdsk8rboi: so u wanna wrap your ass around my bare cock while u lick my pits? BuffFarmBoy: hell yes, love to have you feed me ur cock so I can get it hard so I can sit on it and feel you fill my ass, then lick ur pits and tweek ur nips so I can feel ur cock swell up in my hole and watch your eyes to see how good it would make you feel. sdsk8rboi: when you're riding my cock, squeeze hard on my nips when i'm ready to cum and i'll deposit a bigger load of my seed deeper inside you. BuffFarmBoy: sounds like ur nips are definitely wired to your cock, so are mine and love em worked over while riding ur cock. also makes my hole grab on tight to your cock and suck ur seed from you. like to kiss while my ass is getting pounded to and feel ur bod pressed up against mine. sdsk8rboi: oh yeah, squeeze hard with your ass around my cock, suck out more of that seed. then flip you over, hold you from behind and nibble on your ears while i pound another load into you. BuffFarmBoy: yeah, love to get flipped over by you feel you drill in deeper from behind me, feel the weight of you bod pressed against mine and work up another load of ur seed from your balls as they slap against my ass, love the sound of my ass getting pounded and feel the sweat from your bod drip from you onto me. can hear the sound of your cock sliding in n out of me going in n out using ur load of cum as lube. sdsk8rboi: and once i deposit the second load in your cummy hole, i'll lay on top of you with my arms wrapped under yours, feel the hair in your pits, and leave my cock inside you to hold in the cum. when i get hard again, i'll pump more seed into your spermy hole. BuffFarmBoy: damn love to feel you laying on top of my playin with my pits my hard cock pressed against the bed, keeping me plugged up holding ur seed in me. how long to work up a third load and get ur cock hard for the third round, bet ur cum would start dripping from my hole as you drip it a third time, you shoot big loads? will my hole be just drippin and hear ur seed squish between my hole n ur cock? sdsk8rboi: i usually shoot big loads, especially if i haven't cum in a few days or longer. i'll leave your hole squishy with cum, even better if some of it's dripping out. how long do u wanna hold all by seed inside you? BuffFarmBoy: as long as you want to keep me plugged with ur cock, wouldn't mind tasting one of ur huge loads as well let me suck the sperm from your balls as you deposit it into my mouth. sdsk8rboi: i'll be pretty much spent once i fill your hole. but you can clean off my cock once i pull out. maybe finger my hole to get me hard again. where do you like to shoot the seed from your tasty cock? BuffFarmBoy: i like to drop my seed wherever the dude that i'm with wants it, gets him the most turned on, get him working on his next load. ever snowball? drop a load in my mouth then kiss me and get some of ur load back? sdsk8rboi: in my ass, on my ass, or in my mouth if you want some of it back that way. maybe slide my cock back into your wet hole while we're snowballing. ever do a gang bang or want to? get your ass seeded by multiple guys? BuffFarmBoy: damn would love to be tastin ur or my seed and feel you slide back in my hole, hear it, taste it smell it while feeling you open me up for more. never done a gang bang but have always wanted to, always thought it would be hot to be in a sling n have dudes lined up ready to plow my ass. have you ever had multiple loads dumped in you? sdsk8rboi: that be hot being one of the tops for you at a gang bang, with you in a sling. slide into your wet hole, with cum already dripping out, and shoot my load deep in your hole. maybe have one of the other tops seed mine as i seed yours. i've never taken multiple loads, but would love to do that sometime. i'm more of a top, though. i'm not sure if my hole could take that many cocks that quickly. maybe pass out and wake up with my hole sore and dripping with cum. BuffFarmBoy: definitely have you topping me then, have you ever fucked a guy in a sling? have always wanted to but never have. I have been blindfolded, my nips clamped, my balls bound and tied to a bed with my legs pulled open while getting fucked, was fucking hot. but never been fucked and have the dude fucking me getting fucked at the same time. actually never even had a three way but always wanted to have my ass filled and have a cock down my throat at the same time. sdsk8rboi: i've never fucked or been fucked in a sling, but want to do that. i wish i was there when you were tied down to the bed, ass up. i'd shoot so much and so deep. is your hole smooth, rimmed,or furry? i've done three ways, but not recently. l shoot more when i've got a cock in my ass. wait til i feel the warm cum start to fill my hole, then explode inside you. BuffFarmBoy: yes that definitely would be fun to do. yeah you would like a turn with my ass in the air not able to move and you could take total control. yeah does the cum slippin in ur hole push you over the edge? sdsk8rboi: actually the cock being in my ass could do it, but i'd rather hold out for the cum. when getting fucked, i can often cum without being touched, but i usually try to hold out because i'd rather deposit my seed inside a tight ass. this all works out nicely if i'm the middle in a three way. More...

To see SDsk8rBoi's original blog post click here One of the guys I've topped locally was at the recent leather weekend in DC and sent me this account. It's too hot not to post. If you’re interested, I want to give you a rundown on the leather weekend in DC. On Friday night, I cruised the halls of the host hotel (I was staying at a different hotel). This guy and I hooked up, but he was a visitor like me without a room. No problem, we ducked into a stairwell and started playing. Before long, his bare cock was riding my hole and we started attracting an audience. We switched places, and I started to fuck him. One of the onlookers got behind me and slid his cock into my hole. I love being in the middle! A few other guys fucked me and my newfound buddy as we kept switching places. After about 30 minutes, we went in different directions and I had a load in me. I wandered the halls some more and looked into some of the open rooms. The hotel was like a 9 story bath house, with guys cruising and playing everywhere. I got fucked a few more times and got one more load. Before calling it a night, I unloaded my balls in a bottom in one of the rooms. On Saturday, I attended a BB party in one of the guest rooms back at the host hotel. The room had 2 beds, and there were guys fucking on the beds and also standing and sucking/fucking. The room was packed. There were probably 25 guys there at any one time. I fucked some of the bottom boys who were on their hands and knees on the beds. One of them finally got up, and I took his place, with my head down and ass in the air. It wasn’t long before I felt a guy fingering my lubed hole and then sliding in his cock. After a while he pulled out and within 15 seconds another cock was in my hole. I did this for about a half hour and took I’d say about 15 cocks in that time, and I think 3 loads. Not many guys wanted to cum, at least not until later. For the most part, I have no idea who fucked me. I kept my head down and it was anon, although one or two of the tops flipped me on my back and then I could see the guy. At one point, I heard 2 guys behind me talking about me. One asked the other “How long has he been here? How many cocks has he had? How many loads do you think he has taken tonight?” It was hot hearing them talk about me like I was a piece of meat and loved the way they considered me to be a slutty cumdump. After taking a break and walking the halls for awhile, I went back to the BB party and got back on one of the beds. My cunt was really opened up and cummy and I took some more cocks. There was a cute bottom next to me getting fucked as well and we kissed and made out with each other while our respective asses were being used. It was really hot. I was getting tired, so when he and I were both free I got up and started fucking him. This came to the surprise of some of the tops watching as I guess they thought I was an exclusive bottom. Anyhow, the cute bottom I was fucking had a great body and a very juicy cumhole. When I was ready I blew my load up his chute. All in all, a very fun time. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Men, I finally made it to Hellhole, the monthly fisting party on the edge of SOMA...in a warehouse/office bldg. next door to Mr. S. Leather. Hellhole is very well organized, as are most fisting events, for reasons I will get to later. A cheerful guy greets you as you enter the bldg. and shows you the way...there are signs along the way, leading up stairways and down hallways. Now it costs something, probably to keep out the guys who aren't serious, because as we know, fisting is serious, maybe the most serious of all male-to-male sex encounters. Last night it cost $25 with some of the proceeds going to charity...yeah, that sounds expensive, but you never get the feeling that it is a ripoff The space isn't all that big: the main room has about 10 or 12 slings, one upholstered platform, and a St. Andrew's cross...there are 2 other separate spaces, with more slings and another fuck platform...I didn't like the lighting there...it was too bright, so I stuck to the main space. The fisting brotherhood may appear to be clique-ish but that's because there's an element of trust that's required in a fisting relationship. You wouldn't let just any crowbar stick his arm up your ass, now would you? But...this can pose a problem if you hit these parties stag...most of the participants are partners or have known one another for a long time. I found another single who admitted he was still learning the 'art' of fisting...and I believe him, as his hole was the tightest I've ever handled. With some patience and determination, we eventually got my whole fist up there where I discovered the landscape of his love tract...there were ridges and nubbins in there, and I massaged them all with my fingertips, nothing else moving except those select digits. The man was in total bliss. All this time, we played in silence, our eyes locked, and the concentration, the sex was intense. But most notably, his tight hole gripped my hands like a vise, to the point where I felt an relentless pressure bearing down on the fist...this was a 'first' for me..most holes I've fisted were big, greasy, sloppy holes allowing for a lot of movement deep inside. This guy wore me out, and I was grateful when he called for a break. He requested that I use gloves, and of course, I did. After all, we'd just met. I wish it were a little darker in Hellhole...some darkness would add to the mystique, and the marginal quality of this fetish and all its taboos. For all of the fisting going on, Hellhole didn't seem quite nasty enough for me, although that's my own little take on things. It may be the best place for regular fisting, but it's still a bit small...you may have to wait a while before a sling becomes available. Everyone is friendly and considerate, which shouldn't be surprising since fisting has its own etiquette and most of the guys into it are educated, literate and professinal types, much more so that the gay population at large. At Hellhole there wasn't a chance that I would get fucked, and I didn't relish standing around, so I bailed around midnight, although the action goes on until 2. I can certainly recommend Hellhole, and anyone interested can start at their website HellholeSF.com. So in search of dick, I made tracks for Mack, which is only 2 blocks away, and more about Mack in my next post. More...

To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know of the boy I refer to as “faggotjewboy.” his story has not been told yet. I’ve related part of his story, but there’s so much more I can say about this manboy who is bound to me for life. There’s all the backstory—now over three years of it—a rich, and complex backstory that needs to be told. Consistent themes in my blog, and in my life, are these concepts of hierarchy, inequality, and power imbalance. How many different forms can that take? How many ways can one man submit to another? What are the limits? How many variations can there be? What could represent the ultimate form of submission? And what would compel a man to submit so permanently and completely? These are all good questions to ponder. It is interesting to me to consider how what began with a simple “nice pic” comment from FJB led him to serve me in the way that he has and will continue to for the rest of his life. In retrospect, all of this was very planful, methodical, dark, and sadistic—like Me. They say that Germans are good at planning. I think that I have proven that beyond any doubt. My German heritage has served me well. I can be very determined, strategic, and methodical when I want to be. FJB can attest to this. In fact, he has on many occasions. He’s not shy about acknowledging my prowess, my singleness of purpose, my capacity for manipulation and control. These are all just accepted as givens at this point. But how did W/we get here? My regular readers know about FJB’s past. Being used by anonymous men in the woods at age 15. Being used by men ever since. A lifetime path set at age 15. Every experience, every degradation, leading him right to me. The times he found himself on the sticky floor in a booth in an adult bookstore, everytime he swallowed a stranger’s load, everytime he sought acceptance through service to other men, all preparation for this—all steps on the path that led him right into my waiting arms. Within a few weeks of that first communication between FJB and Me, O/our chats led naturally to our common interests. FJB is turned on by the idea of gun play, and so am I. FJB is turned on by the idea of the cold steel blade of a knife on his neck, and so am I. FJB is turned on by cigars, tight leather cop gloves, and hard backhands, whether deserved or otherwise. You get the idea. To be continued. More...

To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here So given O/our common interests, things just evolved. his need for approval played right into my hands. his darkness dovetailed nicely with my darkness. To use a term from1980s business think, there was synergy there. he was looking for no one, but he found Me. and as for Me, I didn’t seek him out. But there he was. Day in, day out, in regular, almost constant communication. It’s important to note that as things evolved between U/us, one could look at what happened in very different ways. I know both his version, and I have My own version. I have discussed it with him ad infinitum. So in his version of things, I manipulated him—methodically, deliberately, and willfully—to suit my purpose. As he sees it, there was something I needed, and he happened to be the one who appeared at the right place at the right time. In the way that he paints the picture, I had been ramping up to this, and was waiting for someone like him. he will tell you that I was just waiting patiently for a boy who had a high need for acceptance and approval, with a submissive nature, who would be willing to do almost anything for a superior MAN. he’d have you believe that I took advantage of him. he might even go so far as to say that I tricked him into asking me to do what I did to him. he would say that I’m dark enough and smart enough to do all this to a man who is just as dark, if not darker, than Myself. FJB is no dullard. he is smart, successful, insightful, and nobody’s fool. he knows what he is, and what he is built for: service. Always the 15 year old boy serving superior men. Some things never change. In a previous post about FJB, I believe I made a point of noting how I offered him an out, an escape clause, if you will, in early 2006. I told him that while I thought the plans that he and I discussed were very highly erotically charged, and really got Me going, that I wanted to give him an out, a chance to reconsider what he was committing himself to. In other words, I gave him a chance to escape being tethered to Me for life. I gave him an opportunity to alter course—to, in fact, leave the path he had begun to follow with Me. I think that was more than fair, and quite beneficent of Me. Not surprisingly, FJB would tell the story differently. In his iteration, I had no intention of letting him slip through My fingers. As he would tell it, I tricked him into thinking that I was offering him an out, so that he would, in turn, ask me to continue down the path with him. Which, in fact, he did. he did talk me into continuing down the path on which W/we had embarked. Whether his perspective is right, or Mine is right, the end result was the same. Competing versions of the story don’t much alter the outcome. To be continued. More...

To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here I’ve written only Parts 1 and 2 thus far. I need to keep going. There’s more to tell. It’s been a very busy winter–more than you’d think for the months of January and February. More...

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To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here After an absence of almost six months, my cashfag is back. He enjoys the game. It gets him off. I know it makes his little cock hard when I cashrape him. That’s just how he’s wired. This is his reality. Do you know this cash fag? If you do, please let me know. Perhaps we could tag team him. More...

To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here I have been mindful lately that I really need to get back to more regular posting to this blog. It has been too long, and I still have more to say. I enjoy messages from readers who like my blog and want me to continue it. It seems as though I often throw this excuse out, but I have been busy with a number of things that have distracted me from my writing. Chief among the distractions have been work and consulting. If only I could paid for writing blog posts, then I might find myself wrting more and doing other things less.But so far I’m keeping my day job, and then some. Just to catch you up, here are some highlights: My partner is doing okay. One of our goals is to take another trip before summer is over. This blog is not the place to air dirty laundry where that relationship is concerned. My out-of-state “son” is doing well. I need to continue his backstory. I’m three years behind in telling his story, with one anniversary having just passed last month, and another anniversary coming up this month with him. My dark, sadistic MASTER is a front and center presence in my life. HE is doing well. My out-of-state slave is somewhat errant. I don’t know what is going on with him. Not sure he is really a slave in spite of his desire to be one, and the years he’s known me. I’ve met an interesting local FF buddy, and have played with him twice. I hope to get my whole fist inside him soon. Every time I try, I get a bit deeper inside him. I’m enjoying that a lot. I have a new slave candidate in the LA area who has proven to be quite interesting and consistent. He would be another out-of-state distance slave. I’m getting to know him, and get inside his head. He has sort of an approach-avoidance relationship with poppers. He’s turned on by the idea of being addicted to them, but knows they could spell his destruction. And he’s willing to put the decision in my hands. I find that very hot. Bottom line is that this slave desires to be abused. Abuse turns him on. Talk about an offer I can’t refuse. BTW, he found me through my blog. Go figure. There is an even newer slave candidate in Portland, Oregon, who I’m just beginning to know. He’s young and quite experienced for his age. The good news there is that he loves pain. He’s speaking my language. BTW, the cash fag paid me last week. Technically, it’s called cashrape. But that doesn’t quite do justice to the complexities involved. His little cock gets hard the harder I push him, the more unrelenting I am, the more force I use. And I get off on the power trip when he pays. He actually sent the Portland pain pig my way, but it turns out that the Portland pain pig is not into cash slavery, and even if he were, that doesn’t mean I will forget about the German cash slave. So that’s where that stands. And last but not least, the cigar slave of whom I’ve written here a few times. I haven’t used him this year. I’m not sure where all of that is going. I have this feeling in my gut that I may not be playing with him again. It seems as though that part of our relationship is in the past. The sad thing is that I don’t know where things stand now, and I’m not sure what the future holds for me and him. I’ll keep you posted. I hope that given this short recap, you will see that I my plate is full. Sometimes I feel as though I don’t have time to write about it all because I’m too busy living it. But I won’t use that as an excuse. More...

To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here I realized that I neglected to mention a pig who I’ve had my eye on for some time now. This pig used to live in another state, but has relocated to Chicago, quite independent of my interest in it (him). I’ve spent a lot of time getting inside his head, and I think that I have made significant progress in that respect. I’m poised to take things to the next level with this pig, and actually meet him. I know who and what he is, and where he belongs. he needs to be kept down low, and treated for just what he is: a dirty kike pig. This pig needs lots of Aryan domination and abuse, and I’m just the sort of leather biker skin Daddy who can provide that. I am already able to access this faggot 24/7 virtually. I need only add the physical component in order to really have him right where I want him: at MY boots, under MY rimseat, doing MY bidding. It will happen. More...

To see Leather Skin Biker's original blog post click here . MASTER DAVID's cum in my moustache and beard. I had the distinct privilege of serving MASTER DAVID recently. The session was amazingly intense–the connection was deep and strong. MASTER DAVID was smokin’ hot–on fire, actually. He loved me, kept me safe and protected, and he hurt me. He is good that way–knowing exactly what I need and how much I can take. MASTER DAVID offers a rare combination of love and darkness. HE had text-messaged me at about 5:15 to tell me that he would be over at 7p. He wanted me buzzed, herbed if I wanted. I had worked a long week, and was tired. I just needed a few minutes of sleep, so I would be ready in time for his arrival at 7p, so I took a short nap. When the iPhone alarm went off at 6:15, I wasn’t sure what day it was–that’s how deep my sleep had been in spite of the short nap time. Ironically, I felt lazy and unmotivated to move. I held the phone in my hand and hit the snooze bar a couple times before moving all 260 pounds of me to my feet. Once I was up, I had to focus and get ready. MASTER DAVID told me he wanted me leathered, looking like a dom/top. He enjoys the contrast between the way I look and the sub I am. I get off on that too. There are plenty of contradictions in O/our relationship, with that being just one. So I poured myself some Glenfiddich to sip while I got ready. I took a couple tokes of weed. I felt good. I was starting to feel the anticipation of seeing MASTER DAVID, and serving him. W/we have been discussing my receiving more nip training and doing more boot work. So I knew those might be on the agenda for the night. And I knew that he would hurt me. And I looked forward to giving him what he enjoys, pleasing him. That’s what it is all about when I serve MASTER DAVID. All about him. At 7p I received an SMS from MASTER DAVID. He was letting me know that he was close by, finding parking. That meant it would be just a matter of minutes. I was full of excitement and anticipation for his arrival. I had dressed in my leather jeans, leather arm band on the left, leather wrist wallet on the left, my leather shirt, and my Wesco engineers, which reach up to my knees. I was dressed, herbed, slightly buzzed, feeling great. My tiredness seemed a distant memory by that time. I was ready. Pumped. Horned. Leathered. All systems go. I buzzed MASTER DAVID into the building, and within a few moments he was at my door. I invited him in, or more accurately, he walked into my house and made the place his, just as I am. I teased him about being late. He asked me if I wanted to pursue that further, and he encouraged me to do so and see how it goes. I love his sense of humor. So one thing led to another and before I knew it, MASTER DAVID was deep kissing me. He is a great kisser, with a very talented tongue. And I was happy to have his tongue in my mouth, to feel his heat, and anticipate what was coming later. MASTER DAVID always smells really good. Not in a cologned way, but a soapy fresh, squeaky clean sexy manly way, with his own scent strong enough that it sends arousal signals to my brain. I breathed in his scent and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. I was feeling very happy, lucky, safe, and turned on. I felt MASTER DAVID’s cock through his pants, and it was rock hard. He told me that was for me, and it was because of me. Yeah, I turn him on, and he turns me on. There’s no equivocation about that. I squeezed that big cock of his through his pants, held onto it* and him. I am gratified when I make MASTER DAVID happy, in any and every way he likes. Eventually, W/we landed on the bed, and I laid on top of him, trying as hard as I could to get closer. If I could climb inside MASTER DAVID, I surely would. I soaked up all that heat, all that power, all the darkness, and the love. I felt good, safe, protected, loved in that moment with him. It was exactly what I needed. MASTER DAVID is tender and loving, as well as dark and sadistic. That these different facets exist in this one incredible MAN is something that pleases and arouses me. I need that kind of connection, that kind of complexity, and darkness. I feel that. It resonates with me on a deep level. There was more kissing and he held me close for several minutes. I had onto his thick hard cock through his pants. He had not given me permission to undo his pants or unzip his zipper or anything like that, so I just enjoyed his cock through the fabric. MASTER DAVID had brought a bag full of gear. One of the first things he wanted to do was to put a collar on me for the evening. He had brought two. One was a thick black leather collar, and the other a heavy steel chain/padlock collar. First went on the leather collar. He told me to go look in the mirror. I did so. I loved how it looked. And how it felt. It made me feel safe and loved. With collar on, locked, W/we returned to the bed and he had me lay under him. He gave me some poppers and then started punching my chest, hard. Both sides. He increased the speed of the punches, until it felt like a deep vibration pulsing through my whole body. My head was spinning a bit. He fed me more poppers, then told me to sit up, and he slapped my face twice rapidly, on the left side. All the while his cock remained rock hard for me, and because of what he was doing to me. That made me very happy. MASTER DAVID told me to go take a drink of whatever I liked. I was still sipping the scotch, and alternating that with sips of ginger ale. I was dry, so the soda was quite welcome. And the scotch tasted that much better for coming amidst the endorphins pulsing through my system. Next MASTER DAVID put the nipple clamps on me, to a tightness I could tolerate easily. Not too tight, not too loose. He worked my nipples hard that night. The clamps reminded me that I am his and that he is in control. With the nip clamps on, MASTER DAVID next dug his fingernails into the areas he had just pummeled with his fists on my chest. They were still tender from the punching, and the sharpness of his nails on those tender areas was intense for me. Then more kissing. Hard kissing, mixed with some biting of my tongue, lip, and taking me down. MASTER DAVID held me, never letting me fall–a metaphor for how he cares for me day to day, never letting me fall. As I mentioned, MASTER DAVID told me some weeks ago that he wanted to put me on his boots more, give me more boot training, and I had told him I looked forward to receiving more boot training. I haven’t had nearly enough experience servicing boots, but I am good at it. So next came the boot service. I changed the music for the boot service. I put on Rammstein, which seemed appropriate. Scene set. Rammstein. Jewish MASTER. Aryan skin servicing the Jewish MASTER’s boots. How’s that for paradoxical? How’s that for a mindfuck? The skin licking, sucking, making love to the Jew’s boots, while listening to Rammstein. Sieg Heil! I serviced MASTER DAVID’s boots for quite some time. He was rock hard, and would keep the boot not being serviced on my back, between my shoulder blades, adding pressure. Not too much pressure, just enough. W/we talked about how my skin mates should see me now, licking Jew boots. Yeah. 8814. After thoroughly licking, sucking, worshipping MASTER DAVID’s boots, I paused to offer a suggestion. I asked MASTER DAVID if, perhaps, he thought I needed more punching. He said yes, and asked me where I needed it. I told him I needed more punches to my chest. This was a first–me asking for more punching. I think I caught MASTER DAVID off guard. I don’t think he saw this coming, but there it was. And it seemed to please him mightily, as did my getting another opportunity to make him happy. So this time, MASTER DAVID told me to stand up for the punches, instead of being under him like first time earlier in the evening. My head was already spinning from worshipping his boots, and then I felt his fists on me again. I felt that deep connection again. I thanked him for each blow to my chest with “I love YOU too, MASTER.” What came next was something I did not ask for–paddling. MASTER DAVID has paddled me before, and I typically carry the bruises and welts for days. I took some poppers before the paddling began. I wanted to find a ball gag, because I knew I’d be yelping and screaming before the padding was over. But the ball gag was not close at hand. MASTER DAVID gave me a dirty sock from the laundry to stick in my pig mouth. That would do. I just needed something to bite down on to get through the paddling–I knew it. MASTER DAVID started slowly and gently, and gradually ratcheted up the intensity of the paddling, so that it became very painful. I definitely used the sock. I was biting down hard, and I moaned and yelped through the sock biting. MASTER DAVID offered me more poppers as the intensity increased. He said I was doing good, and he was pleased. MASTER DAVID spoke to me while he paddled me. There had been a fuck up on my part in recent months, and MASTER DAVID took the opportunity to confirm with me that I would not defy him again, as I had a few months ago, during the paddling. Through the sock I indicated that I would not defy him or disobey him again. He made me promise, and swear to obey him and not defiantly act against his wishes again. He doesn’t ask that much of me, so the least I could do is obey the short list of commands he gives me. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said, through the sock, indicating I would obey completely. I was on the verge of tears with the intensity reaching its peak. The paddling hurt like a motherfucker and I just wanted it to stop. I reached for a pillow to hold onto. I pounded my fist into the mattress. I tried to crawl away from the paddling, reflexively, not willfully. Please make it stop, I thought to myself. I wanted to please MASTER DAVID, but it hurt so much. And as if that weren’t enough, when I grappled onto MASTER DAVID’s shoulder and arm to steady myself, he took his other hand and squeezed my prince albert piercing hard. Fuck! Ouch! Simultaneously paddling my ass hard and squeezing the head of my cock and the stainless steel jewelry together was just pushing me over the edge. I was almost crying. Then there was a pause. A moment of relief. MASTER DAVID said that my ass was going to be blistered. That didn’t surprise me in the least. It felt as though it already was blistered and hot. Next MASTER DAVID said, “Just two more–one for you, and one for ME.” The one for me was not too hard. The one for HIM was mighty hard and hurt like a sonofabitch. And then, blessed relief. Over. Done. I did good. I made it through. Fuck. So this is one way that the Jewish MASTER treats the big, tall, pierced, inked badass skinhead, eh? Precisely. By that point, my head was really spinning, and my body reeling from the pain. MASTER DAVID encouraged me to have something to drink. I needed it. I was dry mouthed and sweating like the pig I am. Jezus fuckin christ. I was pleased to have done well, in spite of almost crawling away from MASTER DAVID during the paddling. He was happy, and hard, and I was happy too. Since MASTER DAVID had to be up early the next day, I knew that things were going to be coming to a close eventually, perhaps earlier than they would if he did not have to be up early next day. But things were not quite over yet. MASTER DAVID wanted to switch collars. So he took off the leather one and put on the heavy steel chain collar and padlock one. I have to say, that collar really suits me. It is the one featured in the pic accompanying this post. The steel chain complemented my other hardware nicely. Flesh tunnels, septum piercing, earring, and heavy chain collar juxtaposed nicely with them. Heavy padlock, heavy chain links. Symbolic. Real. Cold. Hard. Steel. A perfect fit. MASTER DAVID asked me if I wanted to jack. I told him that it didn’t matter if I shot my load. I told him that to my way of thinking, a boy/slave’s ejaculation doesn’t matter. What matters is MASTER’s ejaculation. So my cock was not important in this scenario. MASTER DAVID said that he was going to have me stroke him off, and to get some lube. I was embarrassed to have to say I wasn’t sure I had any in the house, or more accurately, much in the house. I was nearly out, and had only a small packet of ID. I searched some more, in the bedroom, in the bathroom vanity, and was lucky to find a small bottle of ID Millennium in the bathroom vanity. Whew! I told MASTER DAVID that next time I would have plenty of lube on hand for him. So the moment I had waited for so patiently all evening had finally arrived. MASTER DAVID unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and pulled out his big MASTER cock. The object that wields so much power over me, the cock I crave and long for, was in the open air, and my hand was on it. I was in my happy place. I put some lube on my hand and stroked MASTER DAVID’s big cut cock. It felt great in my hand. With the other hand I kneeded his balls a bit, and kept stroking. W/we talked a bit during this, and he asked me to stop stroking him because he was getting close, and was not ready to shoot yet. So I took my hand off his cock. Then without giving it much though, or permission, I started playing with my own cock. It felt good, and MASTER DAVID encouraged me to continue. W/we talked about things that turn me on, that turn him on, and I was nice and hard. We talked about a scenario in which I might get something I want, a pig buddy of mine might get something he wants, and MASTER DAVID would get something he wants out of the deal too. I won’t go into the specifics, but suffice to say, the idea aroused me greatly. All the while, MASTER DAVID’s big cock remained rock hard. I think he also liked the idea we had been discussing. I continued to stroke, and reflect back verbally on the idea W/we had agreed on. If me and my pig bud get what we want, MASTER DAVID gets what he wants. Done. Deal struck. I thought about getting that thing I want, and MASTER DAVID benefitting from it as well. I love that. What we planned objectifies me, and benefits MASTER DAVID. It may or may not be in my best interest, but nothing horrible. Just something I fantasize about and crave. So the stage was set. I am allowed to get what I want if MASTER DAVID gets his. Fine. Good. I focused on this thing I want and it pushed me over the edge. My cum kind of gurgled out of my cock, onto my stomach. I hadn’t been jacking that long, but it felt great. MASTER DAVID brought me a towel, and I dried my hand. Then I went and washed my hands before stroking MASTER DAVID. I asked him if he would prefer that, and he said yes, so why not, I thought. So without further delay, MASTER DAVID straddled me, and I stroked his throbbing hardon. It’s a big Jew dick, and I love the feel of it in my hand. I love to stroke it, and I especially love when it shoots and what it’s attached to. W/we continued to talk about things that arouse HIM and those things arouse me as well. MASTER DAVID made me take a short break, because he was close again. So MASTER DAVID liked having me edge him. And so did I. And I was craving, hungry, starving for his hot load. MASTER DAVID usually shoots big loads, and I love them in me, on me, wearing them (in fact, I’m still wearing some of it as I write this two days later). While I stroked MASTER DAVID’s cock, he worked my nipples hard. I ate up the nipple torture. And I felt MASTER DAVID’s big thick cock get even stiffer. I felt the head get harder, and I knew it would not be long until B/both of U/us would be very happy. MASTER DAVID said, “Open your fuckin mouth when I tell you to …” He intended to shoot into my mouth or as close as he could get his load to my mouth while he was writhing during his ejaculation. And then the words I waited so anxiously for hit my ears, “Open your mouth,” said MASTER DAVID. I opened wide, and suddenly gobs and gobs of his hot cum hit my face, above my left eye, into my mouth, onto my beard, onto my nose. I was covered. MASTER DAVID kept cumming and cumming and he sounded great as he shot spurt after spurt of hot jizz on his property. I was in fuckin’ heaven with that. MASTER DAVID said that my face was soaked, and thick gobs of his semen were in my beard and moustache. It was also all over my chest and stomach. MASTER DAVID told me to go take a look in the mirror. I took one look, and immediately went for my iPhone to get some quick pics while all that cum was still on me, dripping into and off of my beard, moustache. I took a few pics, and then used my fingers to get more cum out of my beard and into my mouth. It tasted a little bitter, but delicious and I had been so hungry for so long for MASTER DAVID’s load, that I was just beside myself with pleasure and very happy. I told MASTER DAVID that I would wear his cum for as long as I could, probably two or three days. That idea pleased him very much. And so I have. I am still wearing what is left of HIS dry cum in my beard/moustache, and on my stomach and chest. Soon after that, MASTER DAVID removed the heavy chain collar and padlock from around my neck, got his things together, and was on his way. Thank YOU, MASTER DAVID. Love, boy/slave ken. More...