SDBoneyard

here is mine! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/sdboneyard

"submissive 4 late night bb - m4m - 42 (La XXX) ...please be discreet, and you can fuck me bb...I am 41y, tall, married submissive-cocksucker, 198lbs...clean face, trim - Please be top / older / tall / dominant and into raw bb fucking...I can host tonight in La XXXX after 9pm :-) Leave your interest stats cock pic and please be real..." Fuckin' love boning married BB bottoms! Not much to say ... got there, door unlocked, lights low, mostly off, did the deed and bailed. Wham, bam, You've been spooged! Lol

Yes, you are right ... the story is old, is indeed the 2nd part (and one I had forgotten writing). It was posted to an old site some time ago. And you saved it! Awesome! Thanks for matching it to the first.

Many years ago, some random dude told me, "You're the best since Nam!" Oh, and once I was in Tijuana watching a friend get sucked off when he leaned over and whispered, "You're right, you are better!"* Damn, I suck dick better than a TJ whore! Now that's resume worthy! ..... PS ... I once won a Craigs List contest for the Best Blow Job in San Diego, but that was years ago and another story! (Serious, NOT April Fool's!)

Bye, Bye, John I liked John because he was big, hairy, arrogant, and married. It’s also why I had no problem charging him up once I knew I was POZ. I don’t remember how we met. It was probably through an ad I placed on one of the computer mailing lists I’m on. Or maybe he read my computer profile, liked it and contacted me. I was going to the baths now and then and laying on my stomach so guys could come in and use my hole. This was before I met Jose who I finally let knock me up big time. In any case, I was surprised when John showed up. John’s about 6 feet, 200 and something, very hairy, solidly build. Half Hispanic and half Italian. John had the macho of one combined with the “do-me” attitude of the other. He claimed he’d only been with a couple guys and actually got the shakes the first time I blew him, so I knew he was telling the truth. I’m not usually into middle-class dudes, even the married ones, but something told me to bear with it and just wait a few weeks and see what was under that nicey nice suburban façade. Besides, his ass was all hairy and solid and it totally turns me on to blow a wad into a married butt hole. John was (note the continued past tense) one of those guys who thinks discrete means shutting off the porch light, then the living room lights once he gets here, turn the living room light on when he’s ready to leave, John exits, and then the porch light goes back on. Well, Mary, if that ain’t signaling to the neighbors that I’m entertaining again . . . All it took was a couple weeks of encouragement, of letting John know this was all about HIS pleasure, that I’m not a pussy and won’t break if he needs to get rough. Not only was it OK to drop in late night, but he should drop in late night if he needed to get off. I mean, he’s straight. He deserves it, right? Heh. It turned out that John wasn’t a hitter, though he did smack me a couple of times. And he wasn’t into verbal abuse, though he did call me a couple of names. John was basically a nice guy and wanted to get something very simple that he wasn’t getting at home―he wanted to feel appreciated. Which meant me down on my knees in the dark, licking caressing, stroking John’s body, telling him how great his body was: “I like your thighs.” “―Why?” “Cause they’re big, and hairy. They’re thick, sweaty, taste good.” “―What else do you like?” “Your balls.” “―What do you like about my balls?” “They’re big and warm. Sweaty. You’ve made babies.” “―What else do you like?” “You’re uncut. I really like that. You’re big (Lie Pinocchio.). You use it to fuck pussy.” (Married guys don’t like to be reminded of their wives. The kids are OK, and they totally get off on the illusion they’re pussyhounds out there getting it. But, they wouldn’t brag about having saved a load for three days for you if that part was true.) This probably all seems silly, but John was so sincere and so into being appreciated and, hey, it worked for the two of us and that’s what matters. This went on for a couple months. John would come by after he finished jogging, so he was damp and sweaty and that was one more thing I liked. And if he was an extra five minutes getting home and had a slightly heavier sweat, who’d notice? Then, one day I get a piece of email: “Want it? . . . No rubber? . . . Take the load?” And this is, like, totally, what I’ve been craving. Some hairy married Daddy to come over on a regular basis and flood me with his babies. I’d been jerking off thinking about John doing this for quite awhile. I got nervous, because if John’s with me, he’s probably with five other guys. You know what sluts married men are. Then, I realized, like, dude you’re getting it up the butt at the baths, what’s one more load? Only I wanted some of John’s hole. My tongue had been up there a few times and a finger, but I wanted the real thing. So I decide, do like the ad says, and go for it. I emailed back saying I wasn’t really into that and knew he wasn’t either, but since I liked him, I’d be willing to give it a try if he would. And John said yes, and that’s how I poisoned his arrogant clueless ass. But, that’s getting ahead of the story. He wanted to fuck me first, so I gave him enough to cause a major case of blue balls when I pulled off and said my turn. Even though I’d rimmed him a little and opened him up some with my finger you could tell it really hurt, which was cool with me, cause if the fuck doesn’t hurt, the Top’s not doing his job. I’m not into cherry-popping virgins, but it probably really was his first time. So I shot fast and then gave John my hole. It hurt and I wanted it to last forever cause I’m into getting pain from str8 dudes. So I kept telling John how great he was, which was like totally untrue with anyone else but me. I wanted him to hump me for a long time and made sure he took his time with long slow strokes before blasting off. We got into the habit of taking turns raw. It was like a new toy. John couldn’t get enough of my butt and taking the load up his. Cool, right? Except all this time, I’d been going to the baths here in San Diego once a month and taking a load or two. I’d met an inked ex-con there who started knocking on my door when he needed a piece. I was sticking my neg butt in the air and begging for el SIDA from that uncut Mexican cock. Typical male, I kept these in two separate compartments. I wondered how I was gonna tell John that we shouldn’t fuck anymore. Or that he should get tested. Then I realized, man, all those times I was on my knees begging John to let me lick his asshole, I wanted to see him cry, just once. Just break down, tears, blubber, totally lose it. Yuh, I had some guilt about John sharing our gift with wifey and the kids losing their Daddy. But, I got over it. So, fast forward, I got the fuck flu, felt totally mixed up (and can tell the rest of that story another time). But now I know John’s got whatever’s in me and I feel totally affectionate towards him. Evil, but affectionate. Only this doesn’t last very long, because one night John comes over and after we do out usual fuck-fuck routine, he puts on that “I have serious news” face and tells me his company is transferring him to the East Coast. And then I put on mine and say, “John, I’m POZ. I just found out I’m HIV positive.” John tells me I shouldn’t joke like that and I tell him I’m not joking and John says it’s not funny and I agree and say he should get tested. And that’s when it starts to hit. And his eyes start to water. In fencing they taught us where to stab the opponent so you can miss the vital organs and they bleed to death. So I assured him he’d probably be OK, and that there’s lots of new meds on the market that keep people alive longer. . . heh. And I’m being like totally sympathetic and then casually drop in that anyone else he’s been with should get tested as well. John collapses down onto the couch and starts crying his eyes out. I can tell he’s into shock, because what does he say? Not, my wife. Not, my kids. But, “my job”! The poor dude’s worried about missing a promotion. And this is what I’ve wanted to see for a long time: Big, hairy Daddy on the couch crying his eyes out because he got knocked up by a fag. Well, I apologized, we cried (I’m not heartless), and snuggled. We fucked a second time that night! A beautiful caring lay. John moved after that and I never saw him again. Can’t say I’m sorry though.

This was posted to the old Bugshare .. and I have seen re-written (and improved) versions floating around. *********************** Seth A rainy-day carpenter who contacted me wanting to get together for mutual j/o or 69. I’m not in to taking down the club kidz, I leave those for the other Breeders. Mall rats, skater punks, Goths, no interest. I’m after big game. The Blue-Collar bi-guys who know if they’re out fucking around on their Old Lady, it shouldn’t be with another guy. Seth contacted me over the net, asked if I was clean, assured him I was, and he said the same about himself. I wasn’t really interested until Seth said he was a carpenter, that his roommate didn’t know he was bi-. And that he’s only bottomed once, and it hurt like hell. And a dude honest enough to admit that was ripe for breeding. Sounded like the perfect type to knock up. Seth came over in half an hour. Seth had changed his clothes and splashed water, but I could still smell that impossible to mistake working man’s funk from the day before. He was as advertised: Forty-four, shoulder-length black hair tinged with gray, average height and build. Not very hairy, three tattoos. Clean off-brand jeans, new t-black t-shirt with an ugly design. Just a regular Joe who wanted a blow ’n go, Heh. I went down on him. Not much crotch hair, average length cock, that great male taste. Then, Seth pushed me up and it was his turn to “Slob on Bob.” Things would have been OK, but I saw his butt sticking out. I hadn’t had any in awhile, and suddenly all I wanted was to bug this neg hole. We changed positions and Seth was laying on his back while I sucked, and then I did that dive for the hole routine that always sends bi-guys flying. Nice clean hole, with some funk, and musk. The taste of a mature man, one about to be struck down in his prime. I licked, lapped, sucked, having absolutely no shame at this point, just wanting to make us both happy. Seth flipped over and got into the doggy style position so I could get in deeper with my tongue. Which I did. But I heard Seth sigh deeply just about the time I reached down under the couch for the lube. I buy the cheap kind with none of the anti-virals (whose will kill the virus!). Seth flinched and was tight going in. Not one of those break your cock asses that’s impossible to crack open, just you could tell he really wasn’t used to being fucked up the shit chute. Seth didn’t say anything except once to ask for more lube, and later on to say he couldn’t take much more. Just laid there and took the fuck like a man, totally cool. I usually don’t like looking at their face. Like keeping guys just cum holes to dump in. But, Seth I turned over so I could see his clueless eyes while I POZZed his ass. I wanted to see his face when the DethSperm charged his guts. His eyes were so clear and trusting. I could see Seth wincing, but really wanting to take the load. Then just as I was pumping my bugs into him, this beautiful innocent man was being POZZed, direct transmission, I noticed a tattoo on his chest I hadn’t seen clearly before. The inked bannered teddy bear summed Seth’s future: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”

"Clean, neg, ddf, cool w BB?" Oh, honey, for a 22 year old sailor in my ass I will answer anything! I posted an Assup Face Down Walk In and fuck me ad on Craig's List. And because I am in San Diego, sometimes I get lucky: Decided this dude definitely deserved more than me ass up and w the lights low ... lol. So, when I heard the door creak open I got on my knees real fast .... then he walked in the room ... young black sailor .. wow. Only, once he was hard, the dude asked for rubber, oops! So i pretended to look around and NOT find one. "Hey, I got one." Fuck.. but covered is better than nothing .... so bent over on the bed. Locked in position and stayed there while the plastic covered cock caught and ripped and tore me some. "You want my load? Where? Tell me where to shoot! Ok, here it cums!" The dude grunted, shot, pulled out, cleaned up, and bailed. And that's when I felt in behind and -- damn! -- the sweet smell of warm sticky spooge from an anon cock slimed my fingers! Will definitely send this dude a thank you note tomorrow .... once I use his sailor seed to jack off w later!

So yesterday, I was on Adam and an older Latino poz top hit me up .... he claims to be neg, but has the watery eyes, melting face, slight fever, soft skin and lack of fat many longer term pozzies possess (could be on meds though) who had not been here in a few years ... as the same time a beautiful 22 year old mostly str8 dude w an awesome body from working in a warehouse! yum yum hit me up ... and since I have known him since he was a teenager and since he is blond and has a huge cock (too big for most girls he claims--sorry bitches!) .... well, both ended up here The Mexican played total top for awhile, we both sucked on him and he fucked me raw, we both sucked the young dude, I laid on my back and the young dude laid on me making out while the Mex lubed up and played w his hole, but too tight to fuck (grrrr need poppers next time!), then I got fucked more while the white dude jacked off. He wanted to bail but the Mex and I tackled him and the Mex sucked him off again while I ate his hairy virgin bi guy hole! The Mex jacked off also .... leaving me sweaty, covered in cum, and still hard! Damn!

North Park.

NYC. Lol.

At a bus stop yesterday evening when a passing Marine decided to impress his buddy w his perspicacity (now there's a word u don't get to use much!) by whispering "fairy." Hmmm, since I had just spent 7 1/2 hours at my local bathhouse having sex w 21 men! (not counting dogpiles and group gropes), gotten 5+ loads blown up my ass AND was on the way to an A4A hookup w a hairy poz roided up bodybuilder who fucked my loose hole 3 times and only stopped cause "Dude, we gotta take a break, you're bleedin' a little back there." ... Yeah, well, I guess, Mr. Marine's observation was accurate! Lol.

In the butt from a 21 year old poz Asian dude w 7" from A4A. Sucked him hard and then bent over .... he wanted a long time w slow edging. More like 10 mins and see ya! Nice. Very nice.

One of my regulars knocked last night ... solid redneck type trying to look hipster! Lol. He usually wants head but I lured him into fucking me bare w just spit for lube. He pinned me down and pile drove while talking about what a dirty nasty whore I am..... Hmm,, getting fucked BB on the floor in the dark by a trick who just knocks when he's horny? Damn! That is what nasty cum junky whores like me do. Guess he called that one right!

A quick Labor Day load in the butt from my fave popper-snorting bio-tatted BBRT poz top .... who trained me to wait ass up face down door unlocked for ALL tops .... he's a little thinner and boneyer now ... but take the load from him anyway ....