DarkBone

I want to know too.

I'm in love with Steve Tuck

I have a good fuck bud that I call him "hot Italian bitch" or "cockteasing Italian slut" and he loves it. If I'm having a great time with a strange fuck bud I will ask him where he is from and call him a "Mexican pig" or whatever he is. As long as we are both enjoying it. As a Black man I enjoy being fetishized - I have rarely experienced disrespect in that regard. But I would be furious if any guy dare call me a N*****. I don't use racial slurs.

I thought I'd been blessed by all the smooth hole I've gotten lately, but I stumbled on some old video of me and my old fuck bud, who had a somewhat hairy crack. I forgot how hot a hairy hole looked when its either greased up with Crisco or soaked in cum and pussy juice. Sometime he Nair'ed his hole for me and the stubble was fucking incredible rubbing on my face and tongue. I find that hairy holes take a lot longer to rim properly.

"Fuck-me-harder"

that first photo is incredible

Toronto!

I'd rim that ass any time any where and rimming is always followed up with a hard bareback fuck. Followed by more rimming. Etc.

I also got to fuck a buddy who wore an ankle monitor and it was fucking hot. Wish all bottoms wore one.

One of my fantasies is that I am running along a wooded urban jogging trail, high and horny. I'm following distantly behind a sexy male jogger wearing extremely tight short shorts. The path turns a corner, and that's when I see the sexy jogger is patiently waiting for me on all fours, shorts off, his hole fully exposed. Last night, I went into the city to see my fuck buddy Frank. He has a great apartment setup, and he's always ready to party and play. I got to his place and Frank was wearing a spandex cyclist's singlet, with the ass cut out. We got spun up, shotgunned a few and started fucking. It was amazing. We were both really really high. Frank's spandex outfit made me tell him about my slutty jogger fantasy. He suggested we drive down to "Regatta Road", a few minutes drive by car. It's basically a lakeside wild natural area inside the city, and it is notorious for gay cruising. The area is bushes, very tall grasses and forest- with zillions of twisting narrow footpaths, and little hideaways further into the bush for having sex. I think most of the guys who cruise here are married to women or otherwise closeted. So around midnight we drove down to Regatta Road and parked the car. Then we went into the tangled mazes of the cruise paths. Frank- whose ass was hanging out of his singlet-- led me on a path through bushes, across a dry stream, back into bushes and into an open area. He stopped suddenly on the footpath, bent his knees, and presented his wide smooth ass to me, completely lubed up. I pulled my semi-soft cock out of my pants and forced it into his hole. I started fucking him slowly, letting my cock harden up, and then we heard footsteps and voices on the path. I did not stop fucking Frank at any point. Then two guys appeared, shyly cruised around us, and then continued on their path. On a whim, I decided to take almost all my clothes off, so I was completely naked except for my running shoes and baseball hat. I cannot describe how mindblowing that was. I felt like a naked superstar sex god. A giant walking cock. Spun as fuck. Frank suggested we go somewhere else. I followed his ass into a dark area, across another part of the stream, and then up into a wooded area. We passed by another couple of men, who murmured approvingly when they saw that I was completely butt-naked, my greasy cock swinging free. Frank took us on another path to where there was a bit of a clearing. He stuck his ass out and let me pound him some more. What a rush to fuck a guy outdoors, high n horny, stark naked, with other guys cruising around. After a while, we decided to move on. I followed Frank and it probably seemed to everyone we passed that he was being cruised hard by a totally naked Black top. Frank took us on another path to the wooded area directly beside the parking lot, where there was a huge slab of old concrete about three feet high nestled among the trees. There were two guys sitting on the slab. They asked us if we had cigarettes. Frank gave them a couple of smokes, and then I asked them to make room for us on the slab. Frank climbed up in-between the two guys on the slab, presented his hole to me doggy style and then we launched into a deep raw fuck. I was pumping Frank's hole literally inches from the guys faces. One guy said, "That's a nice ass." "Yeah, I been chasing this cock teaser's ass all night long," I exaggerated. The two guys played with themselves a little, and then left. Now that we had the slab to ourselves, Frank suggested we go back to his car and get a small portable mattress and pillows that he just happened to have in his trunk. We brought the mattress back to the slab and it fit perfectly on top. Around the slab was tonnes of strewn litter. We climbed onto the mattress and I said to Frank, "Let's show these closet cases how real pigs fuck." After rimming him for a few minutes, my cock got so hard that I was able to stroke all the way in balls deep and then all the way out with a juicy pop. We started fucking like dogs in heat. Moaning like demons in ecstasy, shotgunning puffs on the devil's dick. We were using J-lube and lots of water so the mattress became a wet mess. Random guys silently watched us. It was incredible, an utter pig fantasy. For three hours on that raised mattress surrounded by garbage, the main thing I cared about was Frank's anal sphincter squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Frank told me that he knew a Black top who cruises here regularly, and he also walks around totally naked. Frank said the Black top was super popular, and guys in their cars in the parking lot would line up to offer their asses when he came around. The Black guy was fucking so many anonymous holes that he was probably cross-pollinating STIs. I myself could totally relate to the Black top. If I'm partying, I have to fuck every hole that presents itself to me. (All Black power tops should experience cruising naked and high in a public park. Personally, I felt like a character in a Tom of Finland comic, short on wardrobe but still hunting for bubble ass in the woods.) We went back to Frank's place and kept partying until the next morning. So that was my fantasy more or less coming true: being high as a cloud, following a hot guy in slut-wear through the woods, and then bare-backing him hard in the middle of the trail. Even better, I found that cruising naked is an INCREDIBLE experience and I got to fuck that hot guy for hours in front of total strangers. I'm so happy. I can't wait to go back to Regatta Road next summer.

Same situation, different country. I moved from Toronto Ontario to Hamilton Ontario- an hour drive. Toronto has a couple of decent bathhouses and it's pretty easy to get laid especially on weekends. Hamilton however has one bathhouse with no great reviews. I went there once but I would never go back-- its a different standard, different vibe. Most of these guys who go there are married and hiding it from their wives so the whole sexual culture is different. I tried using the hookup apps BBRT and Squirt, but they took up so much time negotiating and chatting and planning hookups-- it wasn't worth it to me. And so many flakes! So I'm traveling back to Toronto when I need to get laid.

I love playing with the string of the thong and snapping it into the ass cheeks. The ridiculousness of the thong is what makes it so sexy. The string draws attention to the depth of the guys crack. When I see the string buried deep inside a guys crack I just want to rim him for hours.

I used to let this Latino guy, Alberto, fuck my bubble ass. He was older than me and I suspected he was HIV positive. Every time he put his huge dick inside me, it was bareback, and I had to insist that he wore a condom. Fast forward a couple of years, after I got pozzed during Pride 2004. I ran into Alberto at the bathhouse, where I was face down and ass up in a room. Alberto came in and put the tip of his bare dick inside me. I reached around to feel if he was wearing a condom and of course he wasn't. I took a deep hit of poppers and then slowly backed my raw hole all the way down to the root of his cock. We started to fuck intensely. My hole was devouring his poz cock. We took a break during which he said "I wish I could piss in your ass. I wish I could cum in your ass." I leapt onto the bed doggy style ass up and open to let him know that he could pump my ass with whatever he wanted. In the end, he blew a load inside me, walked out of the room without me realizing it. He had left the door wide open, so everyone passing by could see my doggy style ass dripping with his cum.

At a bath house in Toronto with a long time fuck buddy. I had taken an erectile dysfunction pill, and then another half, not realizing how strong they were. Then I left the room and went to fuck a random guy in another room for a few minutes. When I came back to my fuck bud's room, the erectile pills were kicking in with great force, and I was so horny to fuck my bud again. He actually said to me "your dick is too hard" and pulled himself off of it. That was amazing to me, because my fuck bud is a complete bottomless bottom slut with zero limits. Once at the bath house, a guy asked if he could fuck me, he said he'd wear a condom. I was bored and he was insistent, so we went back to his room and I let him fuck me with a condom. Then he took off the condom and asked "can I fuck you bareback? I won't come inside you" and then he fucked me bareback and came inside me.