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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Caligula would be disappointed. The Roman*Emperor rumored to host*debaucherous*orgies during his reign would be so disappointed at the scheduled orgy I attended yesterday. As I mentioned in my post*, I thought I’d hit up my favorite local adult bookstore**where a top had posted on BarebackRT.com *he was hosting an orgy at noon. Lunchtime on Fridays is a good time in Atlanta to find cum*. I was optimistic. That said, I also had my doubts. The online party had 33 invited. I knew a few of the confirmed. When I texted a fellow top to check whether we’d be able to finally share a bottom together, his response: “Oh… I thought it was later. Sorry.” I did think the host had made it clear it was at 12 noon, although the original posting on BBRT might have made it a little vague between 12 p.m. (noon) and 12 a.m. (midnight). The e-mails from the host did state “noon.” However, the host’s e-mails weren’t clear about what was going on. After my prompting, he finally sent out this message: I’d also suggested he included a link to my guide and review to Inserection *(the correct spelling) for the folks coming out of town (the guest list included men coming from as far away as Birmingham, AL). You can see from my guide’s layout that upstairs includes four hook-up rooms. PozTopAtlanta, the host, never said anything further regarding the play area. He never unlocked his pics (at least to me) so I knew who he was. [h=2]The (Open Air Quotes) “Orgy” (Close Air Quotes)[/h]I arrived at 12:06 p.m. The parking lot was packed so I had to park at the adjacent taco restaurant (you won’t get towed from there, it’s allowed). Paid my fee and went in. Men were cruising like crazy downstairs. The sun had been particularly bright so I needed a moment for my eyes to adjust to the rather dark interior. After my half-hour drive, I also wanted to hit the bathroom. I was upstairs by 12:10. All four rooms were occupied, doors closed and locked. Now surely I didn’t miss the “orgy.” I’ve checked the definition of the word orgy *and, indeed, it means multiple people engaged in sex together. Over the next two-and-a-half hours during my attendance, the men exiting the hook-up rooms were always in pairs. The doors were locked. I checked the darkroom downstairs. I used the geolocation feature on BBRT to discover a few people there and messaged them but both were not at Inserection but lived nearby. Both Scruff and Grindr didn’t net me much of interest. Eventually, I went into my usual cruising mode. I actually saw one of my bottom buds (who originally came for the orgy also but, like me, found nothing). He’d just committed to another top but promised to catch me a bit later. I occupied myself finding what I could. The place turned out to be a bit top heavy. I ended up in booths across from tops three times (one I did suck for a bit; he was cute and had a great cock). After a bit, my bottom bud became free. After our fuck, we compared notes. He couldn’t find PozTopAtlanta either (he’d been hoping for a fuck) and, despite being a cute 23-year-old, couldn’t seem to find tops who would go bareback. I headed on and he went off to grab a drink since the lunchtime crowd had died down. [h=3]Postscript[/h]I’d hear from someone who missed the orgy that PozTopAtlanta, who’s profile lists himself as a top (obviously), actually got fucked and took 10 loads. I’m not sure where that happened. Perhaps that was his goal all along was to take all the tops and loads for himself and, if I’d arrived on time, I’d been in line to be load 11 or so. Too bad for the bottoms. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I know. A couple of my long-term bottom friends write me to say how disappointed they are to read when I mention my ass craves cock . This illusion that a top is always a top baffles me. Many men claim to be total tops, some even saying they’ve never been fucked. Some romantic notion that a man who’s never had a cock in his ass is somehow cleaner (with less potential to get a disease) and likely unspoiled. He’s a “pure” top. Bullshit. I’ve bottomed. I’ve had lots of cum in my ass. I’m not good at it. In fact, I’m downright awkward. My asshole is at a strange angle (each asshole has a different entry angle) and I prefer smaller cocks because it’s easier for me to adjust. I prefer to be in control and I like to tell the top when he is to cum (and for the top to generally obey that request). Additionally, because I’m not someone who does this regularly, it’s almost a day for me to properly prep (if I prep, because often it’s on a whim). But even when it’s on a whim, I know my body well enough not to cause shit dick *or shart the sheets. Moreover, if I am going to get fucked, I want that load planted in my ass and I don’t cum until I get it. The top works himself in my tight hole until he cums. I don’t have the muscle control the really milk it, but because I’m a natural top, my ass is tight as all get out. Tops who get the chance to breed me tend not to have a problem getting off. Once they cum, they just stay inside, churning up the cum and I jerk off. Let me tell you, my load is always extra huge because of the pounding my prostate has taken. To me, being a bottom on occasion makes me a better top. I know what the bottom goes through. It’s not foreign. Moreover, the bottom can’t pull some bullshit on me. [h=2]Orgy at the Adult Bookstore[/h]Another top posted a gathering on BarebackRT.com**for today around noon. I think I’m going to head down to the local adult bookstore *and see if any of the thirty-plus people who are supposed to show up will. Generally, I expect about a third of the folks to show up. With the normal Friday afternoon crowd, we should be pretty good. I hope to find a good tag teaming partner and a nice ass to work on together. Not getting fucked doesn’t mean I’ll be looking to be fucked today. In fact, I won’t. When I do get fucked, I want it a specific way. Yes, I am a bossy bottom , the exact thing I rage against. But just because I have a dick in my hole doesn’t mean I stop being a top. In fact, I know of some couples who can be best described as mismatched as dominant bottoms and submissive tops. Who ever said the dominant one had to put the cock into the submissive one? Today, I am in a top mood. And if my top friend showed up , I’m not sure now I’d give him my ass, after his wishy-washy display of trying to decide whether or not to fuck me. But he’d be the one I’d love to tag an ass with at the orgy. That is, if enough show up. [h=4]What people are searching to find this page::[/h] adult bookstores tumblr (1) More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... In fact, asking to be fucked is rare. In fact, mentioning getting fucking on this blog can be handled on one hand*— that’s out of more than 500 entries and pages. That’s less and 1 percent. The conversation I had with my top suitor*— a man who definitely did not want to experience my cock up his ass*— had already been ruled out. He’s not a porn star by any stretch of the imagination. If he wanted to step into the porn world, he might be able to do so, but his ambitions lie elsewhere. And I does have a few extraordinary talents to share with the world. But the*confidence*of talent fails to leak into other portions of his world. He cannot say he’ll fuck me. So I’m left without a cock. And right now, Mason Wyler *hasn’t stepped in to confirm he’ll fill my hole. I’m not taking any cock. It must be a special cock attached to a special guy whoe will give it to me to the end. Accepting applications now*. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... It’s a public service announcement from your friendly researcher who notices when things are too good to be true. It’s a catfish *who’s just another pic collector. In this case, it’s a supposed 22-year-old man on BarebackRT.com**who goes by the name HungFunGuy. I used my photo research methods to determine he’s not real, stealing a photo from the web and posting it in his profile as him. When he unlocks, he shows a private photo completely different than his public photo, which is smaller and hairier. Comparing the face photo with the other torso, the more*hirsute*photo has a less beefy chest, smaller in stature and*— generally*— just not as pretty. The revealed photo when he unlocks is all over the Internet and retweeted and on Tumblr so many times, it’s not funny. If guys just look at his cock, they’ll notice the size is*comparatively*similar in size. But his ass photo shows a distinct sag, indicating to me this gentleman is no where near the age of 22 but somewhere in his forties. Look, I know how it gets. I’m in my forties and we all want the young ones. But lying won’t net you anything but a few pics. And apparently, photos are for what this catfish bottom feeds.*His profile reveals that others must unlock their private photos for him in order to message him. I don’t know why people think they can get away with such bullshit, but they do. And they somehow do get away with it. We all want the beautiful, young, great-bodied twinkish boys. But it’s just not realistic to pull Internet photos (from professional photographers) and think you’ll get away with it. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... In the past few months, it’s become apparent I am low on cum. I need a load in my ass. I have been craving some cum. When I get fucked, it’s rare. And I like it rarely. It’s probably been two years plus since a cock has been inside my ass. I fucked a guy the other day who ate me out. I loved it. I needed attention to my asshole. And I really wanted him to fuck me. But he was ultimately a bottom and his cock just didn’t give the length to give me what I wanted. I have identified the next man I want to fuck me. Since I am a picky bottom, I know exactly who it is. And I’ve told him he’s the next one. He doesn’t really believe me but it’s very true. The only many who could*possibly*supplant him is a porn star. And only one porn star. Look, there’s a lot of porn stars in the world and a few have offered to bareback me. But I’m sorry. I’ve decided on one. Mason Wyler*. He’s been very low key of late. If that cock returns to the realm of fucking, I would allow him to breed me. Look, I would much rather breed his ass. It’s been my dream for four or five years to breed porn star ass. But Mason gets what Mason wants*. And Mason is my #1 choice over absolutely everyone out there. Everyone but Mr. Anonymous, who knows who he is. I will drive to him and let him fuck and breed me all he wants. Then Mason gets me. All Mason wants. [h=4]What people are searching to find this page::[/h] smoothgayass tumblr (3) More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Already I’ve head from a few people they love the new section where I highlight the massage therapists from Atlanta. I wanted to highlight the people who provide good therapeutic service but also add that little extra*— that is, add on a happy ending to the process. I believe this is a must to any good massage. I know some of you will protest. I don’t give a shit. I think most straight and gay men alike will agree this is what men really need to achieve a good experience. Fuck. I believe women would*prefer*it too. So here’s the page you can find it at, my Massage M4M page*. Below are the reviews currently available. Enjoy. [h=2]Evaluation Criteria[/h]I am using the following to evaluate and grade each massage therapist: The therapist’s ability to provide a good*therapeutic*massage; Connect on an emotional and/or spiritual level with the client (me); And provide a basic happy ending (preferably without requiring me to jerk myself off or even snort poppers*). Therapists earn more for their techniques, abilities, value and sensuality. And if a therapist happens to bareback, that’s a huge bonus, of course. But that won’t save you from a bad review (just check out Daved below, who’s so tweaked out isn’t worth it). [h=3]Atlanta’s Male Massage Therapists, Masseurs & bodywork specialists[/h]Listed in Alphabetical order based on their known names (many are not their “real” names). [h=2]Antonio[/h]PRO: Hot Latino, great body, available nude CON: Rush, can’t massage, extra cost to get you off [h=2]Bryan Kelly[/h]aka Ecstasy Spa or Mixed Massage Arts PRO: Nice body, friendly CON: Costly, older than advertised, intense smoker [h=2]Daved[/h]aka David PRO: Barebacks, bottoms, once had a great body CON:*Tweaked out, rough skin [h=2]Haixing[/h]aka Lucky Good Hands PRO: Actually massages well, sexually teases, inexpensive CON: No happy ending, no privacy, no nudity [h=2]Ramses[/h]aka TheBestHands or TheBestHandsGA PRO: Great massages, beautiful body CON: Doesn’t like mutual touch, afraid of cum [h=2]Robert[/h]aka Aveda Robert PRO: Inconsistent massage quality, very chatty CON: Relies on Aveda products, afraid of cum More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Welcome to a new review of poppers from*World-Aromas.com*. Over the next several weeks (as I fuck), I’ll be trying out different poppers from Europe and available for shipping worldwide from*World-Aromas.com*. [h=2]Amsterdam XXX[/h][h=4]RECOMMENDED FOR NEW, NOVICE, ADVANCED AND EVERYDAY USE[/h] I wanted to try Amsterdam XXX due to the similarity in name to Amsterdam (Pink Label)*, one of my favorite poppers of all time. Apparently, Amsterdam (Pink Label) does have a reputation since there’s the silver-label Amsterdam Special (it’s not very good) and Original Amsterdam Gold**(which I’ll try later). Or maybe it’s the reputation of the city as a free-flowing, sexually liberal oasis that causes all these popper companies to use the name. Nonetheless, Amsterdam XXX lives up to its American counterpart. The euphoria created by the pink labeled version comes from a harsher, chemical scent. When I first cracked open Amsterdam XXX and put it up to my nose, I barely smelled anything. Here I am, pausing in the midst of fucking, to snort some poppers. My engorged cock is inside an ass. This wasn’t a popper piggy session. I would snort poppers for the climatic moment in this fuck session and, I’m having a bit of a panic that Amsterdam XXX lacks the punch to make it a truly enjoyable ride. Boy, was I ever wrong. Amsterdam XXX comes with a delayed effect. As I slid my cock in and out of the bottom’s ass several more times, my head began what I can only describe as the rollercoaster ride of euphoria brought on by these European poppers. Not quite as strong as their American, pink-labeled cousins but still with a nice punch, I found myself enjoying the experience as I cascaded over the orgasmic plateau and began pumping cum deep into the bottom’s guts. Truth is, I tried Amsterdam XXX with five different fucks. One was an orgy where I deposited loads 17 and 18 of 26 into one bottom. Amsterdam XXX proved strong enough to give me enough OOMPH for that second load, which I cannot say for all poppers. The lack of that overwhelming scent and the deceptive rise into euphoria makes Amsterdam XXX appropriate, even for new users (although I still prefer*Taiwan Blue*). And the come-down from the high isn’t a cliff-dive or all that disorienting. I didn’t experience any headache. As of February 2013, the 10ml bottle runs*£6.50. That’s $10.27 or*€7.68 at current exchange rates. When you consider free worldwide shipping*, that’s a*bargain. Three bottles are*£18 or $28.45 or*€21.28. If you go to many stores here in the U.S. to buy*Jungle Juice Platinum*, you will likely pay $25 to $30, so you’re getting three fresh bottles at a much reduced price. How do you like Amsterdam XXX? Rate this popper by clicking the stars rating on this page! You can also comment below and post your own review.* [h=3]Pros[/h]Non-chemical scent; sneaky euphoria; appropriate for all popper users [h=3]Cons[/h]High need to be higher [h=3]Where to get Amsterdam XXX[/h]iBLASTinside.com recommends you purchase*Amsterdam XXX Poppers*exclusively from*World-Aromas.com* Return to main Guide to Poppers page* [h=4]What people are searching to find this page::[/h] barebacking gay tumblr (1) More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... If you’ve visited iBLASTinside.com over the last week or so, you’ve seen the new look and a few more changes. I felt the old blog was getting a little stale and needed a new life, needed to be brightened up a little and could use a refresher. There’s still more work to be done as some images aren’t quite fitting quite right but I’ve already gone some of the major repair work taken care at this particular time. You’ll notice the new logo for iBLASTinside.com and although the spooge is blue, it’s meant to evoke multiple blasts of cum. Additionally, I’ve added a new feature to allow everyone to rate any postings with a five-star rating at the beginning and end of every piece (it’s the same rating, you just have two places to rate it). Also, any comments at afterward can get an “thumbs up” or “thumbs down.” I’ve streamlined sharing on the site as well and am working on a few more adjustments. So as I put the finishing touches on things, I’d like to know what you think about things. [h=3]Quick Survey on the New Look of iBLASTinside.com[/h]Note: There is a poll embedded within this post, please visit the site to participate in this post's poll. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Jan. 26 is a full moon. A Saturday full moon**makes for a perfect opportunity to suck cock and get cum. In fact, allow me to challenge bottoms to let this be the first Saturday of the year to earn multiple loads for your ass. Spend the day at an adult bookstore like Atlanta’s Inserection**sucking cocks hard through gloryholes then backing your ass up so those cocks pump cum deep inside them. Then later in the evening, head over to a sex club like*Eros**and set yourself up in a sling, letting men breed you all night long. Surely the hottest among you will come home with more than a dozen loads. My Sleazy Guide to Atlanta**helps you out but there’s also some Guide to Bathhouses *and Gloryhole*Etiquette*. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’ve received a couple of e-mails just today from men confronting a crossroads on which path to take. I’m going to share what each had to write. Being gay is one thing. You are already different and somewhat an outcast for that. Then if you are into older guys and not guys your own age it’s another thing and another form of alienation. Oh and then there is leather if you are into kinks and being subservient and being someone’s slave or boy and wearing a collar people thing you are strange. And add barebacking to the mix and you are basically a fucking alien. I’d say the only thing you could do more then that is becoming poz then good luck ever finding acceptance. This young man in his twenties experienced first hand the hatred coming from the gay community for being a barebacker. Unfortunately, someone discovered his enjoyment at raw cock and, poof, all his acceptance in his circle of friends*dissipated*so quickly, he felt abandoned and forced into burying his urge to go raw. Now, with*animosity*and a regret, he wrote me thinking I would reject him too because he no longer barebacked. Peer pressure. What an odd thing. The other man, in his mid-thirties, wrote to express his newness to fucking raw. It took me a long time to get to the point of taking raw cock on purpose. *Haven’t moved to all-bare all the time yet. I still remember the first loads I took. *Was really nervous about it. *But now, I crave my buddies’ loads. *Sometimes I really want to be a cum dump and take all loads. *Haven’t got to that point though. [h=1]My Own Journey[/h]In the late 1980s and early 1990s as the AIDS epidemic brought more and more death upon the gay community, I happened to be a fledgling twentysomething myself in South Florida. I lived far away from the big cities and worked way too hard to get to date men, as at the time I thought a Prince Charming still existed on my horizon would come and take me to new heights of love and sex. You can read of my own sexual exposures by my molester in the Dark Passenger**entries, which at the time, I’d confronted but didn’t face head on as this blog allowed in the years since. Yet as a young journalist at a small newspaper in the heat of the Florida sun, I got to see the worst that can happen to humanity: A 13-year-old middle school student stabbed, snipped and raped (after death) A 19-year-old motorcyclist with his brain scattered a few hundred feet*— now I know why they call it “gray matter” Countless shootings and stabbings of people, often for no reason or for some drug deal gone bad Lightning strikes of golfers, kids playing outside or just random people Skinheads and KKK recruiting in the local high schools Vagrants and drunks falling asleep on train tracks to have the locomotive run them over and sever off some body part Whole families driving off roads into ditches and drowning, never exiting the minivan Beach drownings and backyard pool drownings of old and young,*accidental*or otherwise Wrecks where the jaws of life pried open bloody mangled messes of metal and human fused together Coaches molesting his female players on his championship team And an honors student and latchkey kid, sniffing a spray can protectant, getting high, barfing and dying his backyard These were not odd*occurrences. This happened daily. Sometimes twice or three times. Over the weekend. For more than two years, I watched this carnage and human destruction up close and personal. No college professor prepared me for real blood and body parts and coroners and victim tears and invading people’s privacy to get a few precious words for a quote. In the midst of all this, I began my own medical issues. My doctor, at the time, asked me if I’d ever been tested for the virus that causes AIDS. I’d developed some odd rash and he had no idea why. No cocktails existed. As I recall, AZT was even experimental. People I knew who had AIDS would suddenly disappear only to have their obituary appear later due to suicide or some other “illness.” And if my life, just starting out, began with a doctor suggesting that a fucking rash might be HIV. The test in those days took more than a week to get the results. I worried the whole time. And the whole time I worried, I watched countless people drop dead around me from murder, accident, mayhem and more. But I didn’t have HIV. I was fine. I would live! Life seemed brighter. The world seemed better. I didn’t need to worry. Everything would be a-okay. I just needed to be careful. Right? No unsafe sex. Fuck. I barely had sex anyway. The death and destruction at work kept making sure of that. I would try to use a condom if sex ever popped up or just let a guy suck me off. And I tried to date. But something just seemed unsettling to me. [h=1]Fast-forward[/h]I’d sampled raw sex from the beginning —*my first fuck ever**— and a few momentous subsequent fucks . As I turned over my new leaf following the savior of coming out negative, I found myself slipping up from time to time. Often, it would be someone I really liked (or lusted after). Barebacking happens. Any gay man who hooks up will likely bareback. A recent example to the right. I’ll tell someone I only fuck raw and they’ll change their tune quick. Recent studies found that about half of all gay men will admit to having bareback sex. But that’s the admission. I believe that number is much higher. The study I’m citing was from a judgmental safer sex education effort and didn’t go at the study neutrally. Someone asked like I did*— as you see in this pic or in a way that makes people feel “safe” to answer they’re okay with barebacking*— you’ll find more people will admit to going raw. While the fuck listed here didn’t*hesitate, sometimes the bottom will wait a while and come back later with an “all right, I’ll let you fuck me” or “if you promise you’re DDF, you can fuck me.” Sometimes, if I follow through with the fuck, I’ll be asked to pull out. I pull out…. after I blast inside. Everyone knows my name, my e-mail address and usually this blog. Why they sometimes miss that fact, I don’t quite get it. In my experience, those who eventually admit and will allow me to bareback*— based on my photos*— and knowing my information is about seven out of 10. I believe if I had a photo of an athletic body, younger age and a slightly larger cock, I’d get closer to nine out of 10. And if I were to bottom, it would be close to 99 percent with those looks. I wrote recently**about a porn star who visited Atlanta during 2012. This performer, who is rather famous and qualifies as a true porn star, would have cost me a big chunk of change. He stars in condom-only porn. He refused to get fucked raw but would gladly fuck raw and, even knowing me and my blog, would breed my ass. The schedules never meshed and I’m not messing up his career or the opportunity for him to breed me should he return to the ATL. I believe that some people think it’s more acceptable to be a bareback top. The more young, the more athletic, the more “healthy” looking, the more likely a raw fuck will happen. [h=1]Back to My Story[/h]As I matured and had my experiences with dating and hookups, I had sex both with and without condoms. It’s not like I didn’t know the difference. It’s not like I ignored the choice before me. And every six months or so, I’d endure the long wait to determine if I happened to be HIV positive, worrying about what would happen, what other discrimination might confront me along with the homophobic hatred that already confronted my life. Medical changes were happening and treatments were improving. People living with HIV didn’t die immediately. I had boyfriends, then partners. And my life progressed. When I would try to use a condom, it wouldn’t always be the most successful experience. The difference between bareback and condom sex is like standard- and high-definition television. Once you’ve watched high-def, you really can’t stand to go back to the low-definition again. It’s fuzzy. You don’t get as much out of the experience. The sensations aren’t all there. You’re missing a big chunk of the fun. The experience is extremely lacking. You crave the high-definition. You want to full-on overload that you get from the sensory inputs of going raw. Anyone who pretends it’s “just as hot” or whatever else is lying. My two writers know this. And this is the conflict they’re struggling with right now. [h=1]To the Twentysomething[/h]You are a barebacker and you know the risks that come with it. You might pretend for the sake of your so-called friends that you want to wrap it up. However, what kind of friends are they really? Maintaining a little separation of your sex life and your professional life makes a great deal of sense. But your gay friends cannot all say they hate you because you bareback. If they do, they’re not truly your friends (and it’s time to find some new ones). Barebacking is a choice. I will say if you choose to use a condom, it’s fine with me. If I know someone makes a logical choice based on the facts in front of them, then I can only respect their choices. Further, allow me to say Atlanta isn’t the best choice for the Leather Community. It is a small community and the choices are limiting, unlike larger cities where Leather has a larger presence*— Chicago for one. I’d suggest you broaden your circle of friends and you’ll find several barebacking members in within BDSM circles. And should you ever become poz, I promise you won’t be alienated either. There’s a special bond between poz men (I’m sure some of them will speak out). [h=1]To the Thirtysomething[/h]You too are coming into your own, now that you’ve seen the greener grasses of barebacking. Even with your limited experience, you know that the sensory experience of going raw just can’t compare with wrapping plastic around a cock and sliding it into a hole. That separation blurs the enjoyment. Can you truly make that choice? [h=1]Why I Made the Choice[/h]As I wrote earlier, I was unprepared for the death, destruction and hatred I would see on a day-to-day experience. Compound that with my molestation, and you come to a place where I struggled to find intimacy and connections with men that simply didn’t not transfer through the plastic barriers of a condom. Why would I choose to live a life hidden from those sensations I craved and deny myself the thing I wanted? Why especially when I knew it all could be snatched away in a moment due to lightning, an accident, a gunshot, a stabbing or some other act of fate that would take thousands every year but somehow spare me? One of the oddest*occurrences*that still baffles me is the person who writes me and wants me to fuck him*— but insists I use a condom. Oh, he’s *read my blog. He knows I only fuck raw. He’s aware that “I blast inside.” But he considers himself cute enough, muscular enough, hung enough, young enough, funny enough or some other talent enough that he will be the exception to my rule to fuck raw. He is special enough that he will escape my raw breeding. I won’t stealth him either. I’ll be honorable and fuck safely. No chance in hell. And if you think a car accident, a home invasion, a stray bullet, a blood clot, a drowning or some other death or destruction element will miss you*— that you’re special enough that God will spare you*— then I spent two years in South Florida meeting the people who thought the same thing. Life is meant to be lives in high definition. That’s where I live it. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Q&A: What's Your Type? Do you have a type? (race, body type, etc)Yes and no. How about a series of preferences? I can o... Dark Passenger: How Should I Feel? Tonight I sit with a weird feeling creeping up my spine. 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Things are changing. Times are changing. Life is changing. Another chapter begins. A page turns. A watershed event. All the bullshit, trite sayings you can think. In my bones, I’m sensing it’s time to shake the foundation of my life. For those of you who monitor my Twitter feed*, you already know a bit about my situation. I’ve also written a little about it**on this blog. I was “laid off,” which is to say politely fired. Then again, my job made me miserable as it sucked the very soul from my existence — or seemed to do so. I’d get recharged over the weekend to return to be drained by the forces of evil. In a way, it’s a gift to be kicked out the door. But any long-time reader of this blog knows I spent a year out of work. In recent months, I’ve been interviewing for work and been kicked in the teeth there too, once being told I am not a “cultural fit.” I’m too gay, too old, too fat, too blunt, too technical, too creative or just too much. Things need to change. I need to change. I don’t come off half cocked and do shit halfway. If I’m going to change, it’s all the fucking way. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Q&A: Two Filipino Massage Therapists Glad you like Filipinos. What was your most memorable Filipino experience? Allow me to begin wi... Rant: Are You Fucking Serious? I love writing this blog. Fuck, I love writing. And I love the interaction I get to have with other ... Shocking Truth: I Do Occasionally Bottom Lately, a bit of a misconceptions has been perpetrated. Not on purpose, mind you. Perhaps it's just ... Birthday Bash, Here I Cum! I'm about to head out to dinner (looks like a little Asian for me tonight) then I'm off to Swinging ... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Later this month, I’m going to make a breezy stop through Boston for a stop for a day or two. I’ve had pretty good luck in Beantown, the last time fucking a young bossy bottom in the dark**and then a while back fucking an Asian*Buddha fan of this blog*. Coincidentally, I’d been “Oinked” by a Boston hottie on BarebackRT.com**less than an hour prior, asking if I would ever make it up to Boston that he’d like to be “blast inside” by me. Now that can happen. And if you want to know what it takes to get fucked by me**and you’re in Boston, check it out and let me know. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary: We Hold These Truths to Be Evident My self-imposed exile from this blog did not mean my cock went limp and my life stopped. Interesting... Friday Fuck: My Birthday Weekend Begins Smelly and Half-Hard Help make Mark's birthday a little better while he's out of work with a donation. Learn more abo... Travel Diary: My First Scruff Fuck Despite the promise of these new smart phone applications, neither Scruff nor Grindr net me much ass... Are You an Escort, Rent Boy, Massage Therapist, Stripper or Other Kind of Sex Wo... Sex workers read me. I know you do. Strippers, escorts, massage therapists, etc. You make money from... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Many features on iBLASTinside.com**are popular, keeping a steady stream of visitors, like Gloryhole*Etiquette*, the Sleazy Guide to Atlanta*, Guide to Bathhouses *and the Guide to Poppers*. While I try to keep everything fresh as possible, updating on a regular basis, sometimes there calls for a more complete refresh. The Poppers Guide needs one. It actually has for a while, but I didn’t really have any new poppers to experiment with, especially considering one U.S. company making poppers went out of business. World-Aromas.com *to the rescue. I got seven poppers I’ve never tried from the U.K. company, which ships worldwide. Over the next several weeks, I’ll be sampling each of the poppers above (I’ve already tried one) and telling you what I think about them. For all my American readers, you should consider trying out*World-Aromas.com*. I’ve always heard European poppers are the bomb but I’ve never been able to find any (and when I last traveled to Europe, it was in my pre-popper days, so I never got any while there). Additionally, if any readers have questions regarding poppers that you’d like to see incorporated into the new guide, let me know by visiting my contact page *or e-mailing me directly . If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary, Day #3: Silicon Valley Sucks My Cock... Twice I am not crazy about blowjobs except as a prelude to fucking. My evening began with the usual bullsh... He'd Always Wanted My Load When he asked to meet at the adult bookstore*— a place I'd already planned to visit that evening*— I... Don't Claim to be Another Top If You Can't Get Your Cock Hard Of late, I've been fucking this adorable little Latin* with an ass worth mucho grande. He's been fan... Video: Fucking that Latin Bottom Thought you might like a little taste... here, he rides me*. When he rides me like so, he can make m... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Note from Mark, aka iBLASTinside: I received this as a comment to the original post, The Eleven Commandments of a True Bottom . I spruced up the text a little (not everyone is meant to be a writer) and turned it into this entry.* It’s a good lesson for bossy bottoms everywhere to stop insisting on how things are going to go and give yourself over to the way the top wants the fuck. You might find yourself having a helluva good time. * * ** * * Today, I followed the Eleven Commandments of a True Bottom . I have never barebacked before or ever been what I now consider a “true bottom.” I was always a bossy bottom. Today I decided to try something new and met someone on BarebackRT.com. I invited him over. His cock was already*thick as a beer can. I gave myself over to him and told him to do whatever he wanted, the lube was on the night stand. I lay down on the bed, ass up, and he put lube on my hole. He then inserted his thick man cock. I then made a big mistake. I told him I like it rough. He began to spank me. As the commandments I had just read stated, I can only give sounds from pleasure, so I was quiet. He pulled out his cock and shoved in the lube bottle, which was so thick when I wrap my hand around it, my finger tips don’t touch. It was rough. He pushed me further on the bed as he pulled the bottle out then shoved it back in. Then he did something completely unexpected. He added his cock on top of the lube bottle in my ass. I*couldn’t*help but scream. I know it*shouldn’t*have but he pushed my head into the pillow and kept on plowing. It was*EXCRUCIATING. But it was THE MOST EROTIC THING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED. After a while, he took out the lube bottle and rammed his dick (a solid 8 More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... 12 Resolutions for 2012 *and I’m five for 12, or there abouts. A few of my resolutions were rather vague. Let’s step through them one by one and see where I fucked up. [h=2]12. Fuck a Porn Star[/h]For the third year running, this has been on my list and for the third year, fucking hell, it’s failed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’ve met porn stars virtually who promise they’d let me fuck them but it never happens that we’re in the same town. In fact, I’ll tell you a couple of secrets. I got so desperate last year to fulfill this I gave a particular porn star (who I’ll be kind and won’t name him) gifts that amounted to enough to warrant him a promise to fulfill this particular desire. As you know, porn stars are always good on their word. Not. This particular person ended up not fulfilling my desires despite the promise and, well, my payments went unfulfilled. Another porn star, who does condom-only porn, visited Atlanta and said while he won’t get fucked raw, he does fuck raw. I decided I’d get bottomed. Then he searched my e-mail and, well, he said he’d fuck me raw but pull out to cum. What’s the use in that? I’m getting closer but not quite there. [h=2]11. Meet My Meat (and Boy, Did You Ever)[/h]This one I’ll give myself because, despite passing 45 years of age*— just this side of ancient in the gay world*— I fucked so much ass this year, I’m sure if it had been cunts, about 30 baby Marks would have been in various stages of gestation. Based on my calculations, I bred close to 250 asses including many in Georgia and California. Of course, I happened to breed several dotted all over including Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Texas. Next year, I hope to do more traveling with a new job and breed even more in a lot more states. I really hope to hit New York City, Chicago and Seattle. [h=2]10. More Asian Invasion[/h]Rice was nice this year. Fucking hell if I didn’t get a lot more of the delicacy. Thanks to my travel west, I saw much more Asian ass. In fact, the exotic ass lined up for my might white cock. Okay, so my cock is 7 inches. But to a tight-ass Asian, it’s perfect. Highlighting the Asian ass I took has to be the Asian surfer *and the Las Vegas mystery man , both included in the best fucks of 2012*. But much more ass sat on my cock in 2012 to make it an Asian invasion year. Arigato, although that’s just the Japanese version of “Thank You.” There’s so many Asian flavors to say thanks, I’d spend too much time figuring them out. [h=2]9. Shape It Up[/h]Yea, fuck that. My lovely, tragically straight trainer abandoned me and I never found someone to replace him. Therefore I lost momentum in the gym and never quite returned and boosted up my starting point in 2011. [h=2]8. Shocking Myself[/h]Yea. Not going to happen. Nothing too kinky for me. [h=2]7. Tattoo Time[/h]Yes, I did it. On my right calf. Exactly what I wanted. Hurt like hell. [h=2]6. Curb the Curmudgeon[/h]The photo to the right is the boy I wrote about last year, perhaps on a whim. Turns out he violated one of the most important issues for which I require for all those I fuck**and he lied about it*. This year happened to be the year of men lying a lot to me, especially as I had to write about catfish *more and more. The term “catfish”**comes from the documentary of the same name and refers to those who lie about themselves, normally creating an elaborate persona. For a catfish, being dishonest about one issue isn’t enough. One must create a complete world. I’ve had too many catfish this year to pin up the curmudgeon. I doubt everyone. [h=2]5. Roll on Rollercoasters[/h]I got a few in but not enough. [h=2]4. Occupy the Obvious & 3. Punch Back[/h]Well, Obama won and all is right with the world. Right? Fuck that. My job is a hellish nightmare and the condom Nazis continue their assault, with even more cyber-attacks on my website**and worse. How disappointing. The effort to get a job in an accepting environment continues to elude me and, well, punching back has only left me bloody and bruised. Standing up for my rights doesn’t seem to work. [h=2]2. Mentoring a Man-Boy & 1. Connect[/h]I made strides in this area and might make some more, but still haven’t found one dedicated to sticking to getting to know me and letting me getting to know them. I’ve met a few, even had coffee here or there. But nothing has clicked yet and made it work. I’ll start texting someone and suddenly the enthusiasm will fall off on their part*— not mine*— even before we meet. Do they expect me to be all about the fuck all the time? No. It’s sometimes boring. Their loss. As for the mentoring piece, I speak with many who think it’s just me fucking them. Maybe offering a tip or two then moving on. I think that’s why the bottoms of today truly fail me. Mentoring is a long-term process. I guess men think they can get all they advice they need off the Internet these days (and goodness knows I provide a lot of sexual advice here with poppers*, gloryhole etiquette*, stealthing tips , bottom commandments*, sleazy Atlanta**and much more. I see mentoring as a more personal guide, seeing what this person’s attributes are and exploiting them for that person’s personal gain. Oh well. [h=4]What people are searching to find this page::[/h] ******* bareback do it for daddy (1) If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... More Tips and Tricks to Get Some at Bathhouses and Adult Book Stores Sometimes when you visit an adult book store or bathhouse or gay sex club, you strike out. It's slow... Stealthing and Answering the Critics... And Advice for the Condom-Using Bottoms ... I've received a few comments on my stealthing entry. Normally I don't respond and in many cases, I d... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... [h=2]It’s Not a Christmas Cold, It’s the Fucking Flu[/h]I wrote the previous piece about getting a Christmas cold from my nephew *earlier this morning. In fact, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote it around 5 a.m. Eastern and set it up to post later. When it went up, I got a notification via e-mail as I sat in the doctor’s office. They’d checked my temperature. What had been 99° now hit 101.1°. The cutest little nurse’s tech was training today. But with the doctor’s suspicion that I had the flu, he kept his distance. But I’d taken the flu vaccination earlier this year. Surely it was just a cold. Nope. Fucking flu. Too late to do anything. Just have to let it run its course. Doctor says I have four more days of feeling miserable. 2013 begins with me bedridden and sick. I did the*prophylaxis*thing. I used a condom for the flu. And look at me. I got it anyway. So much for listening to the condom Nazis about using protection. I did. Now I’m fucking miserable. And speaking of fucking*— none for me. You see, I’m not going to infect anyone with the Influenza B virus. Even if they’ve had it or if they’ve got vaccination for it or they’re chasing it. Hmmm… now fuckheads who hate me… resolve this one. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary: Sin City Without Sin More than a dozen posts on Craigslist and hours on Grindr. Net result for almost four days? One ass ... 'Don't Call Me a Barebacker Even Though I Never Use a Condom' Direct message received from TwitterMark, please remove me from your public bareback list. (Why ... Travel Diary: My Welcome Load in Vegas Arriving in Vegas is always an adventure. This time, it turned a little bumpy as, believe it or not,... Drunk He was drunk.Barely 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and his body reeked of the alcohol he'd likely b... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I love my nephew. At 3½ years old, he’s among the highlights of my life. I am one of his surrogate fathers as his real father has largely abandoned him for drugs. One of the few bonuses of my increased time at home is I get to spend a lot more time with this adorable creature, who will grow up absolutely gorgeous and totally straight. Yes, I can tell from an early age. I read men (and boys) quickly and can easily categorize them*. And despite what you may think, I will never touch my nephew in an inappropriate way and if I find someone who does, I will finally make good on the promise I made to my*molester*. Death at my own hands. If you’ve read my Dark Passenger *series, you will know about my own molestation and the suffering dichotomy that resulted from a gay boy emerging early into sexual manhood. This blog wasn’t intended just to advocate for barebacking. I started it to explore and*reconcile*the psycho-sexual and emotional damage and figure out where I needed my life to go. I’ve gotten off on a bit of a tangent because of the medicine I’m taking plus the fact I didn’t get much of a night’s sleep thanks to coughing, congestion and headaches. My adorable nephew gave me the only thing he could give me all by himself: His cold. Now with that virus coursing through me and surrounding the general area, I’m forced to take it easy. Last night happened to be Atlanta’s CumUnion**that I’d hoped to finally attend. Again , it coincided with a full moon on Friday*, which tends to increase horniness. Add to that a lot of men are “visiting” family, so the opportunity to fucking more ass is available. Believe it or not, while I’m horny and, with drugs, can stand upright and generally feel okay. Believe it or not, even though I have only 99° temperature (not even 99.1°, just 99°), I’m staying home and away from others. If I can help it, no one else gets this cold. While some twits seem to think I’m out changing people’s statuses by stealthing**and passing along STDs, I am not. As I wrote recently*, if I stealth, they leave with the same status as they had prior to my fucking them. In this case, I won’t fuck them and no one will suffer through an ordinary cold. Except me. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Q1: Barebacking Introduction Q. How long have you been into BB? From your blog, you're a master. I'd love to know how you got so ... Travel Diary, Day 1: Flakes Are Universal I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I posted the first ad of the trip on Craigslist. When you're &qu... Travel Diary: Double It Up Washington, D.C., will always be my kind of town. Having lived there for more than a decade of m... Travel Diary: My First Scruff Fuck Despite the promise of these new smart phone applications, neither Scruff nor Grindr net me much ass... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Tomorrow, Dec. 28, is a full moon. The horny beast rises on a full moon**and this is the first weekend after the Christmas holiday. All men have been on their best behavior with the family, so it’s time to go out and relieve the tensions caused by being around that uncle who molested you but now can’t get it up for shit or that bothersome aunt who can’t get it through her fucking skull that you’ll never meet the right woman because women don’t have cocks. If you’re in Atlanta, be sure to check out my Sleazy Guide . I’m betting Inserection *will be busy early and Eros *busy later. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: Follow the Rabbit Snowfall is rare in the South. Very rare. I wouldn't see snow more than a couple of inches deep unti... Travel Diary: A Brief Reprieve Ahhhh... Home. If just for less than 48 hours. Only Monday is my "full day" to bask in t... Top Ass at the Glory Hole My testosterone rebounded of late or something. I'm hornier than a hound dog in heat with an ass ras... This is the 500th Published Post to iBLASTinside.com Bareback Blog Another milestone reached by this blog. This is entry 500, meaning there are 499 other pieces for yo... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... When it comes to 2012 and thinking back, I had luck and loss when it came to fucking. I lot of indistinguishable ass from assholes. People I wouldn’t want to repeat (and many of those folks do not appear on these virtual pages, although I did indulge a few of the worst abortions here *and here .* Overall, I did fuck some hotties and got a few mediocre in between. A few of you might notice a missing entry or two*— perhaps about you. Those are my own personal fuck tales. I’m looking for something more interesting to happen before I’d write about them. A fuck worthy of an entry on this blog needs a hook*— something interesting worthy to write about. If your ass is just another good ass from among the masses, then what’s to make it interesting? If you call me “Daddy” or you beg for my cum, it’s just like everyone else or it’s about like a few dozen others. It’s got to be interesting to me before it’s interesting for the readers. Below are my top fucks from 2012, in no particular order ending with my top three places, in a particular order. [h=2][/h] [h=2]Latin Spice to Make My Tropical Vacation Nice*[/h]Fucking a 20-year-old makes everything great, but this smooth Latino proved to be especially delightful on my vacation. A Craigslist hookup, he turned out to have an interesting hole. Know how most assholes have a discoloration leading up to the pucker? He didn’t. His had consistently colored skin. And it opened like a flower. He begged for my DNA and I gave it to him in his tight little perfect hole. He obviously wasn’t a virgin, but something could make me pretend like he happened to be. He had a huge cock and just beautiful body. [h=2][/h][h=2]The Tao of Taye*[/h]Part of my Northern California Triple Play , Taye was a fan of my blog and drove from San Francisco to my hotel in Silicon Valley one day after work. Turned out to be worth the trip*— and I think he agrees. His prominent pecs include two rather*sensitive*nipples that I manipulated with ease to get Taye to do as I wanted, not that he’d do otherwise. And when his rather impressive booty opened up for my cock, I slid it home and fucked him for a good, long while before depositing my load deep. And I kept fucking it deep to make sure my DNA took. Taye ruined the sheets of my hotel room, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all. [h=2]Behind Dead Eyes (1*, 2*, 3 *and the Return )[/h]If I’ve written about breeding him thrice, I obviously love his ass. And I do. Words fail me to adequately describe what it’s like. Sure, there’s a photo here to show it to you. But when you see it in person, it seemingly glows all its own with a beauty and personality unlike any other. And on his own, he does have a charm. It’s practically*irresistible*to me. I find him *alluring in so many ways. But I’ve learned my lesson with some bottoms. This is one of them. I love no strings fun, but fucking more than a few times are bound to create threads at the very least. If you don’t choose to acknowledge that, you’re fucking stupid. Moreover, as a top, I am not just available to service the bottom. I generally don’t like for a bottom to summon and for me to clean up and go running. But this man’s ass proved to be absolutely delightful and, for a time, I got ensnared in a trap. It can happen to the best of us. Even a top like me. [h=2]Nailing Rusty*[/h]At 23, he was a shy Northern California hook up with a body of death and a chest of perfection. The photo doesn’t do him justice, as I wrote in January. He kissed and loved getting fucked and loaded. And boy did I. What he did’t have in talent, he made up for in sheer enthusiasm. He asked to meet up again but we never quite made it happen. I still see him online on occasion, so if I make it back out there again, you can bet I’ll look him up. [h=2]Rice Surfer, Dude*[/h]I violated one of my policies when it came to stealthing**with this dude. However, he was an escort*, so in fact he happened to be a slut and would do practically anything. That is except take my cock raw. I was in Southern California on business and looking for an Asian, one of my favorite types. But when this body popped up, I couldn’t resist. Could you? Look at him! I mean, DAMN! Found an cash machine and withdrew the required amount. We hadn’t spoken about being safe. I’d said I was looking for an Asian to load up in my Craigslist ad. It seemed pretty clear to me. If anything happened to be deceptive, it was him when he pulled out the condom and put it on. In the final moments of fucking him, I slipped it off and loaded his ass. Mission accomplished. [h=2]Honorable Mentions[/h]Worthy of mentioning but not quite making the top spots, these guys could make my 2013 list if they apply themselves and take a load from me…. Key West Biker : Quick and dirty, and I love it that way.* Married Blond Slut at Adult Bookstore*: Damn, if he wasn’t just what I needed at the moment. But I need him again. And again. And he said he wanted it*. [h=1]Top Three Fucks of 2012[/h]While the five fucks above representing eight loads were in no particular order, plus two more honorable mentions for 10 total loads worth of the Top 10 fucks. But below, you will find the absolute best of the best for 2012. No one was better during the year. Here’s the four loads that stand out among the 200 to 250 I deposited in asses this past year. [h=2]#3 Furry Fuck Jizzjoy*[/h]I’ve felt bottoms moan and groan and sigh and just generally feel relieved when I breed them. But this hot piece of ass. He went into pure convulsions at my injection of spunk. Jizzjoy**truly works for this man and fucking him is as much a joy for a top as it is anything else, easy enough to put him as number three on my top three of 2012. I’ve actually returned and fucked him a second time to confirm this and I plan to return a few more times in 2013 to try his furry ass again and again. When a man begs for your load and has a series of involuntary reactions when you load it, you know you’ve hit gold. [h=2]#2 Las Vegas Man of Mystery*[/h]I attempted to host a fuck fest while in Las Vegas that worked out all right if for one man and his gorgeous ass, who I loaded. I couldn’t help it. He begged for it and he ass deserved my load. If not for the moments of less than*enthusiastic*participants, perhaps he could have been a contender for first place. But he wasn’t. Yet his ass turned out to be A-MAZ-ING. You know, one of those asses with plenty of cushion but not too much to keep your cock out? I loved fucked him and listening to him beg for my load just pushed me over the edge. [h=2]#1. The Man Who Would Be Paduwan*[/h]This young man still haunts my fantasies with his talent and obsession with me. Obsession could be a good thing. It could be a bad. He skirts a fine line but so far, he stays to this side of it and I cannot wait until I breed his ass again. This time, I want to double penetrate him. Hairy, weirdly attractive in a geekish way, I’m as drawn to him as he is to me. And when we get together, the sex is indeed explosive. He seemingly studies my entries for the activities I like (deep-throat blowjobs that include licking my balls), perfects them and then does them for me. Few men in this world earn my interest more than a slut like him*— one who I could somewhat “date” and send him out on missions to collect loads. He would joyously collect every cumload and return to me full of DNA from strangers for me to churn up and them pull my cock out to let him taste. Our fuck session lasted so long, I can neither tell you every moment nor convey the sensations of it adequately. But his ass remains in the top three I’ve fucked in the world. Perfection. 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... And by “white,” I mean full of cum, DNA, jizz, baby-batter, sperm, spunk and loads of holiday cheer up an ass! I sincerely wish all my readers*— tops and bottoms and in between, young and old and the middle-aged crisis men like me, gay and straight (who get hard and jerk off to my stories), but not the condom Nazis who can’t seem to understand that fear is just another way to market shit and make us buy condoms, sperm-killing lube, immune boosters and other crap we don’t need*— a very Merry Christmas, a belated Happy*Hanukkah, mighty*feats*of strength Festivus, a celebratory Kwanzaa and ever-brightening Winter*Solstice. For all of you, I hope you get what you*deserve… More cum in your hole, if you’re a bottom or versatile. More holes to cum *in, if you’re a top or versatile. More hot men with whom to admire and fuck around. Better responses to your Craigslist and BarebackRT.com ads. Better quality lives with good jobs so we can fuck more. If your a condom Nazi, I have two wishes for you. Choose one. Either is cool with me. Get fucked bare and figure out it’s better. Shut the fuck up. Live and let live. Anyway, those are my wishes for this wonderful holiday to us all. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: The End of Him A doomed feeling swallowed me throughout my late adolescence. The words he'd used about the destinat... A Capitol Breeding I'll be arriving in Washington, D.C., tomorrow afternoon. It's strange to think I'll be returning to... Dichotomy, Part I People have pointed out my own dichotomy, but let's consider their own. An interesting example is &q... Another Nor'easter: Travel Date Added for Philadelphia The Northeastern tour will actually begin in the Philadelphia area. The "City of Love" wil... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... The choices in an adult bookstore*— at least the adult bookstore here in Atlanta**— includes gloryholes , private rooms and a darkroom. Those are one’s three choices to indulge in the hedonism. The holiday season hadn’t invaded this place. Not even the music bothered to pulse with any musical beat beyond the normal dance jams with more urban tones. I’d made a couple of loops. My cock had been stroked and sucked through a gloryhole or two. The private rooms had been occupied a lot. I’d had enough time to find the men in whom I wanted to see my cock slide first. Among them, a beefy Latino, wide chest, short and stout. Look like a good chest. But his favorite destination seemed to be the darkroom. Now I don’t tend to favor the darkroom. It isn’t because I don’t enjoy darkrooms. However, trolls lurk there. Some of you younger bucks may be asking, “What are trolls?” Trolls tend to be older men (but can be of any age) who horn in on others having good sex and make it bad. Age honestly has nothing to do with a troll, but trolls simply suck at sex (not in a good way) and they can’t figure out how to improve their sexual prowess. Yet they insist on entering into others’ fun and ruining it for all. In fact, trolls seem to delight in this. No matter how ugly, how old, how black, how brown, how young or whatever one’s lot in life, your ass should be pink and juicy on the inside. Within certain constraints , I will fuck and breed you. But trolls are off limits. I politely push them away. Some are more persistent than others. Those will ruin a fuck. Back to the hot, stout Latino in the military haircut wearing the unfortunate white, striped sweater. A little tip: If you’re going a place with a darkroom, choose dark clothes and don’t wear anything with a logo so people can recognize you. I followed him into the room. As I entered, it took a moment for me to make out the shadows of the men. His was the shortest, of course, over near the corner and I moved toward him, brushing up against him. He responded in kind and reached for my crotch. I unbuttoned and before long he was down on his knees sucking. His technique lacked focus and he couldn’t go deep, even with someone like me who didn’t really challenge anyone. My cock is just at seven inches, so my cockhead will just touch the back of most people’s throats. Sure, you’ll gag but it’s not like I’ll really stop you from breathing. He kept his head bobbing shallow, supplementing with his hands and even licked my balls, which I loved. I completely dropped my trousers (all my valuables were locked in the car) so other men were feeling my ass and even one went down to share a lick on my balls. It wasn’t bad. I tried to hint to my little guy I wanted ass, bending over and reaching into the gap in his jeans where his ass crack happened to be. I would touch his smooth ass. But he kept sucking. In this darkness, I wasn’t the only one getting sucked. Darkness inspires whispers and silence for some reason. I’m a quiet guy anyway. But there arose such a clatter, I snapped my head around to see what’s the matter. A black man with an obviously large cock snapped on his cell phone to look down at his huge pipe entering the ass of a beefy white man wearing what looked like a black jockstrap. “Yea, man, give me that fucking ass,” he exclaimed in a deep, gravely voice. A masculine man, the kind of downlow fucker you’d see on Sally Jesse Raphel and fucking this quiet white bottom raw. “This is a good fucking ass!” It was across the room from me with four or five other men between me, so shadows would occasionally obscure what I could see. But the fuck noises were obvious. My little Latino continued to suck but I had my eyes firmly planted on what was going on across the room. And I wanted that ass next. The black fucker just got to*pummeling*that ass. The slapping of thighs to ass got louder and I pulled my cock away, bored by the half-hearted ministrations by the Latino. If he were smart, he’d stand, then bend over and drop his jeans. He stood and continued to reach for my cock. I zipped up and moved toward the light of the door, but keeping an eye on the fucking. The grunt and fuck noises just got louder. In the pale light, you could see the bottom now bracing himself against the wall and the top just letting the fucker have it. “You’re going to get my nut!” the black man practically yelled. And then he did. “ARRRRRHHHHGGGGG!!!” He let loose what had to be a ******* of cum into that white booty. He fucked it a few more times. “Fuck man, I gotta sit down,” he said. “I’m fucking weak in the knees from that.” The cell phone switched off at that moment but he sat down where the light from the doorway showed his cock, a thick nine inches, as the bottom turned around, hefted it up and sucked it clean. By now, my Latino had moved next to me and was reaching inside my zipper. But I wanted that loaded ass. Fortunately for me, afterward, the white bottom moved by me to go toward the corner I’d vacated. I reached out and brushed my hand against his ass and followed. It proved enough to get his attention. The Latino had kept my cock up if the action hadn’t. The bottom reached around and gave my cock a tug, recognizing another hard cock. He then lined it up with his hole. I just fucking love cum sluts. The entry was smooth and easy after that other monster had vacated. And I moaned. As that escaped my lips, a familiar light came on. The black top hadn’t left and now his cell phone illuminated my cock inside this white ass. It wasn’t going to be a long fuck. “That’s a nice ass, ain’t it man?” He egged me on. Truth is, I’ve had better. I don’t mind loose asses. This one was just nondescript. And the bottom had never learned to flex his muscles. I had to do all the work. As I reached up to get a grip, I grabbed what I thought would be his jock. T’weren’t no jock. It was some cheap, polyester*lingerie*garter belt. Fuck, I’m so not into men dressing as women. And this guy is totally not the type of guy who would. But my cock is in an ass, raw, and I’m churning up cum. “Dude,” the black man spoke. “You fucking push me again, I’m going to knock your goddamned head off! You fucking understand me?” Troll alert. “Stand back and let the dude nut in his butt and we all can fucking watch.” That’s my cue. I snort some poppers and I let it go. I know I’m not as turned on as I should be but I keep my hands on the fleshy cakes and I try to tune out the trolls, knowing that I’m protected for the time being. I focus on popping and mixing it up in this bottom’s ass. Picking up the pace, slamming harder, giving it to him, punishing him for being a pussy in women’s underwear. I cascade over the side and grunt a few times as my Latino is there, tickling my balls. Yes, he still wants my dick. I cum. I half cum really. I shoot a load but it’s not fulfilling. I give the audience a good performance, knowing that I am injecting into his ass but I beef it up making sure it seems good, although more understated than my black ally. By the time I pop out, another hard dick is lined up and he’s shooting by the time I’ve zipped up and left. A little disgusted with myself that my powers of perception probably hoped that it was a black jockstrap rather than a black garter belt. I make another loop and I fuck a guy’s face for a while. He won’t offer me his ass, even telling me he watched me fuck that guy and that I can fuck him any other place but here. And I bump into the black guy as he comments, “That was a mighty fine ass, wasn’t it man?” “Yea, man,” I nod in agreement, now completely lying to him. “You have a good one.” I head out. Half satisfied. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... A Dozen Resolutions for 2012 & A Dozen Reasons Why 2012 Will Be Better Than ... 12. Porn Star Fuck...Surely 2012 is finally my year to get some porn star ass, don't you think? ... New iBLASTinside Bareback Theater and HD Bareback Movie Gallery Getting to fuck all the time is impossible. Finding ass (or cock) can sometimes seem impossible. We ... Travel Diary: Beantown Bronze (Borderline Bossy) Bottom Begs for Blast by Bentso... When I arrive in a town like Boston, BarebackRT.com* lights up. Am I recognized? By a few. New meat?... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Freedom to fuck. I love to fuck. The first moment my raw cock slides inside an ass provides for among the most amazing moments ever, second only to those precious, time-deceptive pulses of my cock as sperm surges from my balls, combines with more bodily fluids in my prostrate and then forces through my*urethra*and out my cock into the warm folds of a man’s ass. The fuck session can be powerful with the overwhelming senses from the tip of my cock to my entire body, depending on the talent of a bottom. Along with my recent post *about the rise of the bareback adverse and their belief that we of the raw-fucking-clan are out to indoctrinate the youth without comprehending the so-perceived consequences, I’ve been the target for particular hatred for my stance on stealthing . Interestingly enough, some posts by contributors** that are clearly designated *have been attributed to me by condom Nazi *blogs. (I don’t link to these non-bareback blogs because I’m not sending them the traffic like they’re sending me here. I’ve got two already that are on track to make my December Top 10 list as referrals**but they won’t get listed by name at all.) Although I write a lot about stealthing, what it is and isn’t , how to do it *and I’ve even debated it with other barebackers*, the vicious attacks are coming against me for it more than anything (I do not post threats or anonymous attacking comments either). I wanted to clarify a few things about my stealthing practice. It probably won’t do any good, but I’ve hinted to my readers. I imagine some of you are smart enough to read between the lines but just haven’t bothered to comment back. Here goes: [h=2]I never agree to use a condom[/h] The bottom makes an assumption that handing me a condom means I’ll use it. I am a man of my word. In this case, I never give my word. It’s a lie of omission. I omit the condom. The mistake is assuming that in the dark or in some anonymous sex situation, a perfect stranger will use a condom. I will not. [h=2]The bottom and I “meet” at a sex club, adult bookstore or some other semi-public hook-up spot[/h] I don’t stealth every fuck. It’s rare. That said, none of my online profiles says I’m into “safe sex” or suggest I prefer “safer sex.” I rarely bring condoms anymore. I’ve gotten more lazy about it, but if I’ve decided to fuck you and you think this guy who stuck his cock through a gloryhole and you’ve been sucking on for the last five minutes is going to adhere to the honor code you’ve composed in your mind, you’ve got another thing coming. Or should I say, you’ve got something cumming up your ass. [h=2]If you ask me whether I’ll fuck you safe or use a condom, my answer will be, “No”[/h] I never lie directly. Even with online discussions, I will tell you straightforward that I will not use condoms, I do not wear condoms and I will not compromise on this. Nine times out of ten, the bottom will come around and eventually ask me to fuck him. Sometimes, at the last second, after I’ve been fucking him for 10 minutes, he’ll ask me to pull out to cum. The smart ones know this is time to pull off my cock and not let me back into their ass because I never answer to the pullout. I always blast inside. Duh. If they’ve paid attention to my e-mail or my online name, they know this, but most think themselves special and that I’ll consider them the exception and do it just for them. In fact, I’ve had men ask me to make them the exception. I’ve responded that they need to make me the exception. [h=2]I have never caused a status change or knowingly transmitted any disease to anyone[/h] Most assume I’m violating some law or doing some harm. I haven’t. I don’t. Doesn’t matter whether you think I’m honest or not, I’m writing this with a very clear conscious. * * ** * * I’ve never attempted to be so very clear about my approach to stealthing. I don’t imaging I will stop stealthing. I’ll tell you why. For all the sensation of the physical, there’s a mental one I get when I breed an ass. Denying that to me denies me that pleasure of planting my DNA inside someone. The fact I know I’m putting the essence of who I am inside someone*— especially since I’ll never get a girl pregnant*— is a powerful*aphrodisiac. The condom denies me this. Since I’ve said I am a barebacker, I want to fuck bareback, when a bottom takes that control from me and assumes that I’ll just accept wearing a condom, it generally pisses me off. When did the default position for fucking become with a condom? Even the safe sex advocates believe people should discuss this shit before hand. There’s a power trip, sure, but I get that power trip with every fuck. Stealthing someone isn’t a special power trip. I’m not getting off more because I’ve slipped off the plastic or snapped off the*receptacle*end. I’m just putting the DNA where it belongs, where I’m naturally inclined to put it. I’m like the Pope of Barebacking. No condoms ever. Every sperm is sacred. Jizzjoy *is meant to be experienced. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: Follow the Rabbit Snowfall is rare in the South. Very rare. I wouldn't see snow more than a couple of inches deep unti... Who I Did on My Vacation Well, my tax refund arrived. Some home and car repairs come first but looks like I have a little t... Rant: Are You Fucking Serious? I love writing this blog. Fuck, I love writing. And I love the interaction I get to have with other ... The Lies Men Tell... Test Results (Part 3) Read Part One & Part Two I've had this request more than once. You can find an example of o... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Every time some political football enters the arena*— the national debt, gun control, Medicare, climate change, healthcare or*whatever the issue happens to be*— and one side runs out of arguments, there’s this moment when the*pundit*tilts his head to one side, gets this misty-eyed reflection and might even choke up a little. And then he or she says something about how this issue will ruin the lives of our children, the next generation, our children’s children or some crap like that. It’s bullshit. But it’s a reflexive moment where everyone, whether you’ve got children or not, that our instinctual survival-of-the-species part of the monkey-brain kicks in and we collectively think something needs to be done. Why do you think we all find babies and even the youngest of other species so adorably cute and*cuddly?*Puppies and kittens? Baby seals? This is instinct telling us to take care and protect our young. Now that I’ve explained it, let’s talk a little about the recent attacks on the Bareback Brotherhood , my fellow bareback bloggers, bareback hookup sites like BarebackRT.com , our family of pornographers and, more particularly, me. [h=2]The Sudden Focus of World AIDS Day[/h]Over the past few years, I’ve come to expect it around December 1, World AIDS Day. Funny how one day prompts some assholes who ignore a class of people living with HIV and AIDS for a whole year but become indignant when they discover bareback sex and groups like the BBBH. One particular person who bugchased**successfully and documented it received some particularly violent threats this year, including details on how they’d like to kill him. It’s not technically irony (Alanis**Morissette ruined that for all of us), but the condom Nazis *who want to wrap the world in plastic so no one dies of AIDS wants to kill someone for getting AIDS. Just weird. Once I’d engage these*hypocrites*who ignore all the other ways our people are dying*, who don’t give a shit that the Gay culture of steroid-muscled youth is built around smoke-filled bars serving alcohol with gun-toting drug dealers selling crystal meth (or “Tina”),*ecstasy (or “Molly”), and cocaine. Where’s your*righteous*indignation there? But I don’t. I ignore the attacks nowadays. I delete the anonymous posts to my site wishing I would die or suggesting ways they would kill me. This very website fends off multiple cyber-attacks every second . I refused to acknowledge or even link to the clever posts who have all of 200 followers on Twitter**but figure out how to search for my brothers in cum and suggest others block them. [h=4]Twitter People to Block If You’re One of Those Self-Righteous Plastic-Loving Pricks[/h]I’ve been kind enough to compile the list myself. On Twitter alone, I’ve got six barebacker lists with confirmed men all over the world who love to fuck raw: One Two Three Four Five* Six I’ve listed all the Bareback Brotherhood members in three lists: One Two Three* You’ll also want to check out my fellow co-founders of the BBBH to see their lists. @ch4suk @gapozathens That should cover all the so-called evil (but very enlightened and sexy) people online you need to block. There’s even barebackers who somehow misinterpret the basics of the Bareback Brotherhood with strange,*concocted*vendettas out for me. [h=2]Hiding Behind ‘the Children’[/h]Like some final bastion of refuge, the truth is arguing that safer sex is the only sex doesn’t work. The fear that came with AIDS/HIV of the 1980s and 1990s simply doesn’t work. HIV/AIDS is now defined by the medical community as a chronic condition*, like “arthritis, asthma, cancer, COPD [and] diabetes.” It’s like living under the constant “orange” threat after 9/11. The argument goes that we older folks are influencing younger people in their late teens and early twenties to accept bareback sex as normal and natural. Our “influence” is causing these youths to engage in so-called “unsafe” activity. No, it’s causing them to act natural. The most unnatural thing is to stick a piece of plastic on your cock in order to have an intimate act. It’s not influenced by barebackers. These assholes have the same kind of sense that we’re converting young men into barebackers the same way the homophobic think the Gays are converting youth into homosexuals. It’s just ludicrous. Talk to one. He will tell you about the love for the cum in his ass or dumping a load in a bare ass. It’s nothing to do with influence. It’s a natural appeal to do what comes naturally. [h=2]I’m Not Changing Anyone’s Mind[/h]I know I’m not. I know I could never have a reasonable conversation with one of these jackoffs. I also know people who’ve been reading my site about stealthing**and bugchasers**and barebacking are misinterpreting the basics. I can’t change a mind. But what I do know is I appreciate the attention. My readers are higher than ever, especially since some female porn slut thinks she’s got the upper hand on me and she can bareback all the guys she wants but men fucking raw is naughty, naughty. Well, put me on Santa’s naughty list, take the saddle off the*reindeer*and let’s ride raw. Fuck the children! I mean the LEGAL children of age, of course. No stocking for me. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Rant: Are You Fucking Serious? I love writing this blog. Fuck, I love writing. And I love the interaction I get to have with other ... Seeking a Male Porn Performer or Wanna-Be within Two Hours of Atlanta Are you an undiscovered talent? Maybe you've performed a little in some smaller online pieces or don... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... As I considered heading the 35 miles downtown last night for CumUnion, the headache medicine just didn’t kick in and couldn’t see myself hanging around for more than the time to find an ass or two. You see, I work 10-hour days Monday through Wednesday with a 50-mile commute each way. Wednesday is essentially my Friday. I should end the week relieved, but I’m all tense after my asshole boss screams like a fucking banshee at me about bullshit. In his world, the sky isn’t up and water isn’t wet. For some reason, it’s my fault. My week doesn’t end in relief. It ends in stress with the thought, “I’ve got to find a way to get the fuck out of here.” Any optimism is sucked from my world as I sit in a windowless office and slog through mindless tasks. What friends I do have in the office would be scolded if they visit me to relieve the monotony. And then there’s the two “straights” who are scared I’ll out them. It’s a glimpse into the strange world of my life. My trapezius muscles on either side of my neck and upper back seem to tighten over the week and just create a stress headache I cannot relieve. After the commute home through terrible traffic, picking up a PowerBall ticket (I lost, of course) and having a quick dinner, I settled in for a little news and just didn’t get to the point that I wanted to get up, shower, groom and head back downtown. It’s nothing personal guys. Absolutely. I have ambitions on going but I just lost momentum at some point. Even two or three hot guys with whom I chatted bowed out saying the expense of getting into the venue made it less likely for their attendance. In my mood, I would have made a beeline for the best and first ass, bred and it bolted for home. With a 70-mile round trip and the entry fee, it wouldn’t have been worth my time. I need to fuck a LOT more ass, spend a lot more time and breed at least a few times. Don’t you agree? Today, I’ve got my cute, bisexual massage therapist lined up to work those traps and see if I can feel a little better for the weekend. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Deceptively Fun #9: Glory Hole Three Way The thing about glory holes is the implied result. Someone is going to get sucked and -- most likely... Enthusiasm of Youth He claims to be 22, not that it really matters since he's definitely in his twenties. He's on the be... 2011: Bareback Brotherhood & Other Raw Revolutions How to quantify 2011? For me personally, I find it a reprehensible year, kicked off by being fired f... Video: Fucking that Latin Bottom Thought you might like a little taste... here, he rides me*. When he rides me like so, he can make m... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... From my recent support of Nick Roberts and his blog on barebacking , some people are a little confused. I got a couple of comments : Kristofer Juffer writes “YOU PROTECT YOU – NOT ME PROTECT YOU. It’s your body, your choice.” If you agree with this, why support actively go against people’s attempts at protecting themselves with stealthing? If a bottom wants to use a condom, and the top puts it on, and the bottom keeps feeling to make sure it’s there, but you’ve popped through the tip and there is nothing short of pulling out and looking at it after each thrust…how should one protect themselves then? If “It’s your body, your choice,” why promote something that actively goes against that choice? Donald writes Your comment confused me. *You prefer to have bareback sex and will purposely fool a bottom by having unprotected sex with him even when the bottom gives you a condom and expects you do to the right thing…the bottom is protecting himself but you are stealthing to get your own needs met. Please explain. [h=1]To Protect and Serve[/h]I’ve written about this a few times**but I guess I’ll help some of you through this again. It is not my job to protect you. I am not the police. I am not here to “protect and serve.” I fuck. I want only to enjoy myself. Sex therapists will tell you you’re accountable for your own orgasm. I’m not here to make sure you have a good time. We’re not in a relationship. You’re seen the abbreviation “NSA”; it means “no strings action.” I want no strings. I want no emotional entanglements. If you expect anonymous sex with a perfect stranger to be trustworthy, to hook-up with someone you’ve just met and for them to be 100 percent honest about their weight, their age, their name (if one’s given), their penis size and their “disease-free” status, you’re a fucking*lunatic. If you’re going to an adult bookstore or hooking up online and you “trust” someone not to sabotage a condom to stealth, to slip the condom off or expect that the “safe sex only” moniker included as a part of their online profile means they’re really going to protect you, please go ahead and hand them your wallet, your car keys and your bank account numbers. I’m sure they’ll give everything back later. You somehow think handing a wallet then turning your back on things will protect you. It’s not my job to protect someone I just met. I am accountable to only me and I’ve chosen not to “protect” myself. In fact, I will do everything possible to assure that my cumload will go into a raw ass. It is your job to protect yourself. “You protect you. Not me protect you.” I have never agreed to use a condom. I do not want to use one. I have no responsibility to you. I don’t know you, I don’t want to know you and I just want to use your asshole to get off. I make no agreement to use a condom. If the bottom assumes that handing me a condom means that I’ll put it on and use it responsibly in an adult bookstore or a sex club in a darkroom, he’s got another thing coming. I’ve been writing this blog for a long, long time. But some of you seem to hate my stealthing and miss the fucking point I make about it. If you have figured it out (and those of you who’ve I met and clued in do not count), then write a comment. It all boils down to the basics: You don’t want to get your ass bred, do not bend your ass over for a stranger. Other of you blind with rage, please, just let it consume you. And I’ll keep telling everyone how to stealth . If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Deceptively Fun #7: Military Rest Stop So I've moved. If you've been wondering why I haven't written much, that's the reason.Nothing li... Travel Diary: A Repeat Customer My job takes me to Birmingham, Alabama, several times a year. On my travels here, I've found this to... Enthusiasm of Youth He claims to be 22, not that it really matters since he's definitely in his twenties. He's on the be... Travel Diary: A Little Latin Spice to Make My Tropical Vacation Memorable It's funny how things don't work out the way one plans.I arrived in Key West on a Wednesday nigh... More...