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calrockxxx, THAT IS ONE FUNNY VIDEO, and is amazingly true about the way many people think. Thanks for that link!

I agree with wskin99. The way I learned how to let go of piss while hard (whether in ass or not) was to 1) drink a lot before playtime, 2) relax as much as possible, 3) I closed my eyes the first time and thought of standing at the urinal, letting it stream. For the top, its almost like cumming, but lasts as long as the piss. (So if I had already cum in him, would that make it a fantastic "second cumming"?) Each additional time I did this it got easier, but it always takes a bit of relaxed concentration. Now, as a bottom, one time I was trying to coach a buddy to piss in my ass. What worked was 1) not squeezing at all on him, 2) taking our time, but the final trigger was, 3) since I was on all four's on the floor, I reached back and very lightly stroked his balls. It tickles, but made him want to piss and he did. Check it out and see if it does the trick.

I almost don't know what to say, Breeder. I always enjoy reading your writings, whether they are on the subject of sex or otherwise. You speak the things (I believe most of us) think but don't say. And you do so very eloquently. Some of the things I've written have been read by friends who say I should do more writing, and though I find the ability to articulate more in written form than in speaking, and perhaps have a fairly good ability to get to the meaning of my thoughts or story, I wouldn't hold a candle to you. At any skill, I would some day truly hope to meet you. Perhaps the one thing at the core of my being is the desire to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in the world. Its not always easy to see how I do that. I'm just saying, if you have any similar desire in life, you accomplish it, whether you know it or not. Keep writing, please!

Several years back I was on a phone sex line and this 18-year-old guy asked me over to play. He was standing in the attached garage, door open, when I arrived. He invited me in, and turning the corner, his brother was there and I got pretty freaked out. He talked to his bro for a second then motioned me upstairs to his room. He closed the door behind us. "Derrick!" I said, "Your brother is here! I thought the only person home would be you." He told me to relax, and said his brother wouldn't come into the room, he was sure of it. Derrick's bed was but a mattress on the floor, and the room was a typical 18-year-old's mess. He invited me to lay down, he started a porn video on his little tv, and he aggressively started stripping my clothes off. Next thing I knew he straddled me and started to sit down on my bare dick. This kid was horny and wanting to get bred! Needless to say, I forgot about the brother. He talked dirty to me and asked, "Would you like to be my daddy?" OMG, that blew my mind. But hey, why not? Yes, I bred him, and he smiled wide when he felt me cum in him. BUT, we remained in touch, and one day he came to my place and proceeded to tell me that he hooked up with a daddy in the neighborhood. The dad fucked Derrick in the chair as the dad's baby layed in the carrier right next to them. Derrick said the baby will never remember. I guess he was bred by that guy too.

I was looking at my "sent mail" and the legend at the bottom is confusing. The legend says that an open envelope says its NOT been read; the closed envelope says it HAS been read. Is this not reversed? Thanks rawTOP for a great site.

I've always had a thing for straight and bi guys, especially closeted. Some website had an interesting married guy wanting to get with me. He said he was a bottom, wanting to get fucked, but "safe only." He had no picture, but his stats sounded good, and doing married guys was hot. We checked two or three times over a month or two, and we just couldn't get it together. Then one afternoon I received a message on the site that he was going to a hockey game that evening and wondered if he could come over afterward for fun. He knew from my profile that I had a massage biz that I did from my apartment. I used the second bedroom as the massage room, just the right size for the table along with some other stuff around the room... small tables and such to work my clients and have all my massage gear at my fingertips. Planning ahead, I reluctantly hid a condom with my massage stuff, wondering how I could get around the safe sex thing. When he arrived, he was a good looking, a bit stocky (which I sometimes like), dark brown hair, hairy chest... and the wedding band. 'Oh yeah, I've gotta find a way to breed this one' I thought. I anticipated he would be hesitant and stand-offish, but he wasn't. Instead, inviting him back to my massage room, he couldn't strip his clothes fast enough. Nice. And I got a good look as his round ass. He didn't bother with preliminaries, he stood at the foot of the massage table and bent forward, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. I started fingering is hole, dry at first, but I always have lube within reach. I slowly lubed him up, taking a bit of time so he could relax and not panic. I worked a finger in, then two. He was already groaning a little, and I hadn't gone even half way to our destination. Here I was taking my time and he started begging me to fuck him. He looked back and said, "Your going to use a condom, right?" "Oh, of course man. No problem," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. My mind was spinning as to how to blow my load in him. I tore the condom open, and as I'm looking at it, I figured out what to do. He was face down, after all, so I had some latitude if I was swift. Instead of rolling the damn condom onto my 7 inches of cock, I unrolled it and flattened it out. I wrapped it around the base of my cock, like a band-aid around my cock. I could hold it in place as I worked my raw fuckpole into his ass. If he wondered if it was on, reaching back, I would make sure I was buried deep in him so he would touch rubber, not skin. I lubed up and put some pressure on his puckered hole. He virtually pushed back onto me, tight at first, but relaxing quite quickly. I wondered if he had done this a lot before. He was groaning louder and louder as I slid in and out of his hole. I could only imagine him taking my load home in him to his wife, telling her that the guys wanted a beer after the game. He loved the fuck, but sure as I thought, he reached back suddenly, reaching to feel the rubber. My timing was good, planted deep in him, he could feel the rubber thinking we were protected. But then I started wondering how I was going to blow in him and him not feel it. I pulled all the way out, holding the wrapped condom in place with my left hand and doused his hole heavily with lube, most of which I pushed in to get him feeling wet. "Gotta make sure we're not dry here," I said. He didn't question or reply. As I increased my pace, he groaned more, and then started saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep." That pretty much got me ready to blow my cumload in him, but I slowed down to plan the final workaround. In massage, I didn't use oil, but a professional massage cream, white and about the consistency of cum. It was in a pump bottle on the table right behind me. I went back to concentrating on breeding this closeted bi stud. He was busy stroking his own cock as I pounded him. I almost said, "Want this cumload in ya?" but realized it might tip him off. I replaced it with, "You need a good fucking, don't ya?" "Oh hell yeah," he replied. "I've been wanting to get fucked for so long..." I could no longer hold back, and told him I was going to cum. I could feel my load well up in me, holding back slightly to ensure a real deep shot in his ass. I buried my dick deep in him, pushing my balls tight against his manhole and unloaded. I'm sure I shot several ropes of poz cum in him, and hoped he didn't think it was unusual to be feeling so wet inside. He was just moments behind me in cumming... stroking and still begging me to fuck him deep. I could feel his ass muscles tighten just as he was shooting his load all over the floor under him. We were both trying to catch our breath. I thought I'd better pull out before he caught his breath and started paying attention to reality. I withdrew and quickly unwrapped the flattened condom as I reached behind me for the massage cream. I opened the rubber up and squirted some cream in it, then worked it down to the tip. 'Real enough,' I thought. Then I pulled the condom a bit like a rubber band, snapping it like it was being pulled off my poundpole. I just held onto it as he recovered from his climax, slowly getting up and turning around to face me. "Fuck, that was awesome!" he said. "But I got so wet inside. You had the condom on, right?" I just held the condom out and showed him "my cumload" in it, but didn't hold it for long. I just tossed it into the waste basket. He nodded yes. "You probably just had a lot of ass juice in you, that's all." I knew he had no clue on it. He asked to step into the bathroom to wash off, and as he stepped in, I got a washcloth from the closet. He didn't close the door as he wet down the cloth and washed his cock and balls. He quickly swiped his asscrack and tossed the cloth into the sink. "I need to get going," he said as he quickly dressed. "If I'm home too late she will suspect." He headed for the door, throwing his jacket on and digging for his keys. "Thanks man, we can maybe do this again sometime, yeah?" "I hope so, drive safely going home," I replied. He nodded and was gone. I was still naked, and still hard from knowing I blew my load into him. I went back into the massage room, looking at the floor where he shot a big load of cum, several streams of baby batter wasted on the floor. I couldn't help it... I grabbed my dick and jacked another load out as I relived the breeding.