iBLASTinside

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... If you’ve ever been through corporate testing for your personality, the results will show the kind of person one might be. Back in 1998, I went through some extensive testing and it determined I happened to be an extreme introvert . That doesn’t necessarily mean I’m shy as much as it indicates my focus tends toward internal factors*— I’m more reflective, inward looking. Add to that my own hate of smoky bars (and smokers ) and social anxieties toward large crowds and, well, you’re talking about someone who’d much rather stay home than go to the latest concert or wander around a gay bar trying to pick up bottom. Through the past decade and a half, I’ve taken up a project on myself to open myself up. This blog among the therapies, but I’d do things as subtle as wear brightly colored shirts to work rather than the bland, fade-into-the-background hues that allowed me to skulk through the office unnoticed. Am I an extrovert *yet? Actually, I’ve tipped to the other side in testing, more ambivert (in the middle) than anything else. Imagine my surprise of late as more and more people on Scruff recognize me both by my geek glasses or by my cock shots. During my current job, I leave Scruff, Grindr and Kik *open (and I often check BarebackRT.com*) since I have a horrible boss (he had me come in on my day off just so he could yell at me for a couple of hours last week). A local beefy bottom on BBRT and I can never seem to synchronize. We’ve attempted to hit the local adult bookstore**or swing by his place for an anonymous fuck. I’d never seen his face, just his beefy body with a little hair and some miscellaneous, non-distinct tattoos. He seemed a little like one of those tomcats near a dumpster at midnight underneath the streetlight. He looked cute from a distance and might be tame but a sudden move and he’d dart away. In fact, he would disappear from my radar for a period of time but reappear, asking when were we ever going to fuck. Usually this tomcat-and-dog game wouldn’t seem alluring to me. I’m a no-nonsense kind of guy. I want to fuck your ass and breed it. If you’re good at it, I might fuck you again. Otherwise, I’m done. Yet toying around with him had his allure. We’d finally exchanged cell numbers because I had a tendency to pop downtown and he didn’t hit BBRT with enough frequency to notice my visits. I’d mentioned one such visit Monday night and he’d given me at deadline to be at his place by 8 p.m. I couldn’t make his deadline. On my day off, Thursday, I’d been in the office for a while and let my boss yell at me for a couple of hours straight. I’ve learned not to argue back because the idiot wouldn’t let a fact get in the way of his being pissed off. After he calmed down, he dismissed me, not wanting to pay for any more extra time with me this week, so I left, heading downtown to check on a friend in a hospital. Scruff had been open at work and stayed open. Imagine my surprise as I received a message that simply said, “I’m sorry that Monday didn’t work out.” I finally see his face*— round and handsome with a Van Dyke*. I’d seen him mostly naked*— in a jock*— and found his beefy wide pecs with the fur down the middle to tree-trunk legs quite attractive. His ass provided a wide target and muscular mounds but no one would accuse him of being a “bubble butt.” Bubble butts seem so inflated that sharp objects might cause them to “pop.” His ass provided a more substantial challenge. We toyed with one another, as we always did online. But in the end, he relented and agreed to let me come over. It would be an anonymous encounter. Him naked on his knees to blow me hard then I’d breed him. I arrived, parked and walked in the designed backdoor (how coincidental) into a hall just off his bedroom. In the darkness, he’d lit one candle that provided enough light to allow me to see the figure in the room. Perfection is not accurate, but to me, perfection is not desired. I like a man with beefy pecs without distinct definition of a six pack. He’s got hair in all the right places without removing it, shaving it or waxing it. He’s a real man. He likes beer, dogs, football and chicken wings. He doesn’t spend his life at the gym but has his priorities balanced. This is the kind of man I recognize. He’s blindfolded. I unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my jeans and flop out my cock, anxious to get it into his mouth. I step up and my cockhead brushes*against*his*moustache*as I place my hand on the back of his head where he’s got a full scalp of short-cropped hair. “Suck that cock,” I said. “Get it hard.” His mouth flew open with*exuberance of a hungry man who hasn’t eaten for weeks and caressed my cock as it *swelled to hardness. He bobbed his head up and down, *interspersed the work with occasional licks of my balls, which thanks to the cool weather were tight up against my body but swollen. I’d shaved them a while back, so the light layer of stubble on my contracted testicles tickled a little. I didn’t plan on this being a long session. And while he’d followed my instructions to a T, I don’t imagine he’d really wanted it to be more than a quick dump and go either. But we all recognize chemistry when it happens and it began to blossom in the room. His oral skills were above par and he kept reaching up under my shirt. My tit tweaks were getting responses so I decided maybe I’d make this a little more fun. I stood him up to discover he stood quite a bit shorter than me*— probably about five-foot-seven. But his beefy wide stance still struck me as I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed up, kicking off my shoes and pants. Positioning myself so my cock went right underneath his balls, his own prick stood out at attention I growled. He responded in kind and soon my mouth covered his and we were kissing deeply. He slurped at my mouth and*tongue. He was thirsty. “Spit in my mouth, please Sir,” he requested. I obliged. It had been a while since I’d had a fuck who wanted my spit and, let’s be honest, I didn’t exactly tank up for this little adventure. I’d just expected a fuck and go. But here I am kissing. My pants are off. I’ve got this naked body beneath me and, God’s honest truth, I wanted to completely feel it. Off came my shirt too. Now I nibbled on his perky nips, for which he jerked every time. Then I dropped to his cock and balls. To be honest, I found his cock impressive for a bottom. Not huge but perfect for a man his size. Thick with a purple angry color to it. Yet I ignored it and went to his balls, tickled them a little with my tongue and then put my hands under the bend of his knees. I pushed him up and exposed his pucker on this wide, fuzzy hole. It winked. I dove into it without hesitation, tasting a mixture of soap and something else there. But I worked my tongue and a bit of spit into it. Licked his balls, nibbled a nip then kissed him deeply so he could taste his own ass. Then I lined my cock up to his hole. “You’re going to need more spit than that,” he said. I spit on my hand and rubbed it into the head of my cock before pushing against his sphincter. Pushing harder. I pierced him, entering into his ass. Raw, I ripped inside his ass and entered him the way a man should get fucked. Not a lot of lube. Just a little spit. So he could feel me at every millimeter as my invader worked into him farther and farther. He began to beg. And I began to fuck. His thick, tree-trunk legs up around my shoulders as I moved my waist in almost an awkward fashion, working my way into his ass and out. I would almost pull out and he’d tell me, “Wrong way. I want it all inside me.” I did finally pull out to put him on top and let him ride. But he was a good little cum slut and sucked my cock some first before climbing on board. He bounced. We kissed. I bit his nipples. He recognized how perfect my cock would be for double penetration . We fucked more. I made sure he had plenty of my spit to swallow. “I think it’s breeding time,” I said. “Would you fuck me on my stomach?” he said. “You know that’s how I like it,” I said. He hopped off and I moved out the way so he could crawl face down and let me invade. Despite his substantial beefiness, my taller frame allowed me to cover him almost completely. I began to fuck and he began to beg. “Give me your fucking cum man! Breed my fucking ass, man! Let me have your load! Put it in my ass!” I did. I shoved it in deep and my cock throbbed, flexed and began to shoot my load deep inside him. In his case, it felt particularly deep. Rocking my hips a few more times, I left my cock inside him like a butt plug as we kissed and chatted a bit more. I pulled out. He felt his asshole. “It’s wet,” he said. “I wonder why,” I responded. He licked and sucked my cock clean. “Full service,” I said, thanking him. He left his blindfold on as I put my clothes on and left. He played with his cock a little, which I wouldn’t deny him*. I spit into his mouth one last time before slipping out the door into the chilly night. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: Like a Virgin My incredibly clear recollections of him and how he started the molestation end somewhere in a blur,... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... “It’s good to see a DDF guy on here. There aren’t that many in Atlanta.” His message popped up on Scruff following a common, “Hello, How are you?” Of all the things. My profile on Scruff calls myself “healthy, non-smoker” but doesn’t really plunge that much further into the “drug and disease free” issue. As I read the guy’s profile further, he said he was looking for a man who “didn’t think monogamy was a type of wood.” Funny. But this fortysomething asshole was alone for a reason. He hadn’t figured out some fundamental truths. “You, sir, need an attitude adjustment,” I replied. “Oh,” he replied. “You must be POZ.” “I have too much to live for than to waste my life with someone who will kill me.” What the fuck? “First,” I replied. “I never said what my status happened to be.” “Second, you need to get the facts about what’s killing Americans.” I began to cite the statistics included below here. He messaged the word, “nut” before blocking me after the first couple. Let me tell you some truths: [h=2]Causes of U.S. Deaths in 2009[/h] HIV/AIDS:*17,000 Heart Disease:*599,000 Cancer:*468,000 Smoking:*430,000 Gunshots:*298,000 Stroke:*129,000 Alcohol/Drinking:*85,000 Alzheimer’s Disease:*79,000 Diabetes:*71,300 Flu and Pneumonia:*53,700 Drugs: 38,300 Suicide:*34,000 Vehicle Accidents:*33,800 Murder:*15,200 Even though 100 percent of all HIV/AIDS cases are not Gays, you could attribute all 17,000 are to Gay men and assign the 10 percent to the other diseases. It’s not until after gunshots and before stroke that there’s less deaths from HIV/AIDS. No one has an uproar over processed foods or smoking. Just consider the facts. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary, Day 13: Fucking Filipino Married with three kids. His naturally smooth chest in a dark olive only made his deep chocolate nip... Travel Diary: Sunday Night Scavenger Hunt in the Sunshine State Going to try something a little different. Tomorrow night, I arrive in Orlando and, if you're in the... Travel Diary: The Eye Stared Back Strangely, it seemed to stare back at me, through the thin*wisps*of hairs that covered his back. Nor... On My 11 Resolutions of 2011... Looking back on 2011, let us just say that the year that was is a year I would gladly not repeat. Bu... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... When you follow a few thousand people on a Twitter feed like I do*, it’s sometimes difficult to focus in on but a select few and those that occasionally hit me when I happen across their tweets. Just so happens I bumped into Nick Roberts *and then glanced at his blog and an entry titled, “Bareback Porn: Taboo Frosting in a Free Society.”* Fuck if this bearish hot fucker (and occasional porn performer) didn’t get his blog entry correct in so many words. But it’s these sentence that just put me over the top: “YOU PROTECT YOU – NOT ME PROTECT YOU. It’s your body, your choice.” Preach it brother. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Vacation Travel to Breed Part of me doubts this might work out but I decided to float this little trial balloon and see where... Going Out in Atlanta I'm headed out tonight, probably to my standby... Swinging Richards... to see some hard-bodied men (... Travel Diary: The Bisexual Booty... But Basically Bad One of my favorite ads (and one of the most popular to get responses on Craigslist) is one calling f... My Latin Siesta with a Pocket Papi When you're really horny, it seems almost impossible to find ass. But when things are a bit calmer..... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... After writing my piece yesterday and posting it about fucking the wonderful married blond bottom *who knew this blog, I actually received a surprising note on my recent piece about Inserection in the comments section (yes, you can see it there) : Hey Mark, I really had a great time with you at Inserrection (or however it’s really spelled) and keep reliving the entire moment of us in the upstairs hook up room as you call it. I’m the married guy you met at what was the last minute before we both almost gave up on the place that tuesday (election day) night. I finally fulfilled my fantasy of having you fucking me bareback and cumming deep inside me. Thank you for such a hot time! -Tom The very hot blond also included a nice photo to allow me to use of him. Notice that very, very hot ass. It doesn’t quite do him justice and I’ve had to do a little blurring. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... San Francisco, Here I Cum! Watch out San Francisco! This weekend will be the first time I'll be wandering around the city sinc... Travel Diary: Headed Home Three nights and four loaded asses later, I'm headed home. Interestingly enough, I'd written the &qu... Travel Journal: The Asian Con Artist I've written much too often of my affinity for Asian ass. It goes without saying that the tight and ... Here's Ten AK47 Bullet-Shaped Cumsicles from 13 Different Loads I posted a little while back* about this ice cube tray I found. It creates AK47 shaped ice cubes*. I... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’d hit the adult bookstore* on the promise from some beefy ass from BarebackRT . He promised to show up and be wandering around in boots and a jock. As I arrived and my eyes adjusted to darkness and wandered around a bit. No beefy guys in jocks. No beefy guys. I check my messages on BBRT and he indicates he wanted to be sure I would be there. I assure him I’m there now. I’ve got time and I’m checking out a beefy, hairless Latino. We end up in a room together, making out, licking his nipple. He slips on a condom and I fuck him a little. I think of stealthing him. But that beefy ass is on his way. Right? I skip the stealthing and wind down the fuck, stepping out. As I am waiting for the beefy ass, a couple comes out of another hook-up room . One makes a beeline to exit. The other hangs out. I get a feeling about the blond guy. I’m wandering around some, hopeful for the bottom to whom I promised the load. He’s a no show. I make some rounds and the blond hottie is gone. I’m checking booths for a blowjob but the crowd is light. It’s coming up to be too late for the after work crowd and too early for an evening crowd. I’m thinking this just might be one time I’m not going to get lucky here. It’s rare but it happens. I head upstairs once more and, hot damn, if the blond guy isn’t there. I lean against the wall, check him out. He checks me out. We’re in a hook-up room in moments. With the door secured behind us, he speaks: “What are you into?” “I’m a top,” I say. “Good,” he responds. “I’m a bottom.” He’s about five-foot-eight and got a beefy frame. As he removes his clothing — all of it*—*he’s not thin but he’s not too wide. He’s just perfect. He’s got these lovely smooth pecs and a nicely developed chest and arms. His belly is also nice and flat with a great treasure trail. But the lower half of his body is just hairy. His legs and ass are covered with a golden brown down. I remove my clothing too. It’s unusual, even in one of the hook up rooms, to get completely naked. Yet we do and I want it. As we come together, we kiss. He’s an excellent kisser and his mouth covers mine, his tongue invading my mouth and hooking up inside my mouth. I can feel his body and it’s one of those when he moves, it’s like he’s flexing muscles. As I take a step back to climb onto the padded platform that serves as a bed, I get another good look at him. I’m guessing in this dim light he’s 26. I’m also guessing he’s bisexual or even a straight bottom. We kiss more and roll around a bit. He sucks my already hard cock and then he rolls onto his back, hiking his legs and pushing his knees to his ears. He knows what he wants. He opens a tube of some generic form of jelly lube. He slathers it on his hole. “You’ll cum inside me?” he asks. “Only way,” I say. He takes another dab of lube and begins to put just enough on my cock. “Good,” he said. “I love cum.” I line my cock up to his hole. I feel all the wiry hairs brush up against my cockhead. I can also feel how his pucker is closed up. But it’s itching to open. Again. Pushing up against it, it opens and I’m inside. I recognize this sensation. It’s wet. And not from lube. This man has been loaded. Fucking starts and I push it inside him deeper. He snorts poppers and I begin really popping my cock. His own cock isn’t hard, which doesn’t surprise me. But as I feel around, I notice the cum within his pubes. Is it his? Is it someone else’s? His ass is tight with some resistance here and there. I can tell he’s not experienced. He’s not flexing his muscles at all. While he verbally encourages my fucking and squirms a little, he’s not yet learned how to milk a cock with the motion of the fuck. I encourage him to sit on my cock for a moment. Now this offers no resistance and I get a really good look at him. Again, he’s got one of those beautifully put together muscle bodies that’s not over done. The shadows of the room play here and there just perfectly. His nipples sit almost in the middle of his nicely built pecs. As I run my fingers across his chest, you can feel a little stubble where he’s shaved or clipped off the errant hair or two. But there’s a natural smoothness elsewhere. In this position, his ass naturally milks my cock. I haven’t snorted any poppers but I’m resisting plunging over the edge into the point-of-no-return. And then he starts talking about me cumming, but he wants it on his back. I flip him back over and begin to fuck him in earnest with some fever after taking a hit off the poppers. It’s getting a little warm with the exertion. But I can’t wait to add my cum to the mix already in his ass, which he indicates is three or four loads. I ask him if he wants my load and he tells me he does. My cock begins to throb and I let my load go. I push hard deep into him and try to get it even deeper. I keep the pace before collapsing on him, my cock still buried inside him. When I finally catch my breath, I ask, “How long have you been taking loads?” “Not very long,” he says. “Just a few months.” “Really?” I’m even surprised at this, although I suspect it’s a little longer. “You like it?” “I love it,” he says. “I got fucked a few times with condoms and it just irritated my ass.” “Are you married?” I ask. “Yea,” he says. “To a woman?” “Yea.” “Y’all fuck any more?” “Not that much.” I pause for a moment and question whether to tell him what I’m thinking. “Well, I’d like to fuck you again,” I say. “Beside, I’m kind of known in the bareback community.” “Really?” he says. “How?” “I write a blog.” “You’re not ‘iBLASTinside’?” “Yup,” I smile. “That’s me.” “Fuck,” he says. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck me.” “Well, I just did,” I say. “You ought to feel like it when I have more time and more room.” “You did damn good with what you had.” I finally pull my cock out. I’m still hard and tempted to load him again but I need to head home, as does he. *We exchange names with the promise he’ll e-mail me. Oh and it turns out he was in his late thirties. Of course, he hasn’t e-mailed me yet. That’s the course of things. But I can always hope for more. * * ** * ** * * Beefy ass from BBRT eventually did e-mail me, at first saying he thought me an online flake. Of course, there’s nothing further from the truth. Later he sent and e-mail that says the following: *He chickened out. As it turned out, it was for the best. I rather liked breeding the married, blond bottom happened to be rather enjoyable. And I really hope for more. Because unlike a member of BBRT, the married, blond bottom wasn’t chicken. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Black Beauty Booty Call Almost 1 a.m. My phone is ringing. It's a number I don't recognize."Did I wake you?" t... Going Out in Atlanta I'm headed out tonight, probably to my standby... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... [h=2]The Websites that Get You Here[/h] [h=4]I find this stuff interesting and I thought I’d share it for those of you who gives a shit (and might like to check out other destinations). These are the sources of referrals from other websites that come to iBLASTinside.com. This is the top 10 of the ones that send folks to my blog.[/h] Twitter referrals*— everyone and anyone, since Twitter converts all URLs to the*t.co*domain…**a jump**from #3 in September. Confessions of a Bareback Sauna Slut Blog*from Josh Landale maintains his second spot in*September. Referrals from Facebook jumps *from #6 in September. My Tumblr account at*Barebacking.Tumblr.com*drops *from the #1 position because I haven’t been posting there as much. RentBoy.com*appears out of no where. I can’t seem to find anyone I’ve written about to get here, but I’m always glad to get the traffic. Tumblr.com in general, coming from users checking out my entries within the Tumblr Dashboard, maintaining its spot from August and July. My other Tumblr account,*BarebackOne.Tumblr.com, falls**two spots. Reddit inches up *one spot. Tumblr blog BBottom appears in the top 10. SmoothButtforMatureTops blog makes it back *into the top 10. One Step At A Time blog appears in the top 10 thanks to a reference to my Bathhouse Tips for a Newbie. Unfortunately, the blogger is not in favor of barebacking, but good thing he’s open minded enough to use my blog as a reference. [h=2]The Pages You Look at Most[/h] [h=4]The top viewed pages for the month shows readers’ interest. In October, these were the pages visitors looked at most often.[/h] Guide to Gloryhole*Etiquette*(Same for second month.) Guide to Visiting a Gay Bathhouse**(Jump one from the #3 spot.) iBLASTinside Bareback Theater**(Down one from the #2 spot.) Loading Zone: Stealthing a Drunk 19-Year-Old Top**(Premier in the top 10.) How to Meet and Get Fucked by Mark Bentson*(Same for second month.) Inserection Adult Bookstore in Atlanta*(Same for second month.) Top 10 Stealthing Tips**(Down three from #4 spot.) Poppers and*Persuasion: A Guide**(Up two from the #10 spot.) Bareback Movie Gallery**(Down one from #8 spot.) Guide to the Sleazy Side of Atlanta**(Down one from #9 spot.) [h=2]The Terms You Google to Get Here[/h] [h=4]Here are the top 10 search terms in September 2012.[/h] iblastinside (same) bareback blog (same for second month) glory hole etiquette *(#9, up six) iblastinside.com*(returns to top 10) gay sauna tumblr*(premier in top 10) glory hole etiquette**(returns to top 10) i blast inside**(#8, up one) bareback blogs**(premier in top 10) gay incest tumblr*(premier in top 10) gay bareback blog**(premier in top 10) If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Going Back to Ecuador Sometimes there's a need for reliability and last night was one of them. Already with sleeping pil... Dark Passenger: Like a Virgin My incredibly clear recollections of him and how he started the molestation end somewhere in a blur,... I Am Less of a Citizen; I Have Less Rights in Georgia How the Fight for the Right to Marry Stops My Right to Work First let me assure all my readers that... Off to the Bay... Watch out San Francisco Bay area... here I come. I'm off for a visit and nothing will be the same. H... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Another bottom*— this one asking to remain anonymous*— explains how it feels to be filled with cum. Another response to the question posed by a bareback bottom virgin *in addition to the one from Josh Landale*. These have both been good answers. That said, I hope someone considers answering the purely physical aspects. Believe me, jizzjoy *really gets some guys going. I know . Both of these men interweave jizzjoy with the physical. Perhaps someone needs to separate it out so the bottom gets what to expect. [h=1]‘One Guy Breeding You Is Hot, Five Are Five Times Better’[/h]For me, it’s about taking the cock and taking the cum. They are interlinked. A cock is made to pound into another person, to jab at their body and eventually force a load of DNA into them. It is irrelevant why the load is being deposited —*to get some pregnant, to mark a man’s territory, to infect someone or even to just to get a load off so a man can relax. The “why” does not matter. In all cases, a man’s cock is designed to invade someone’s body. Which brings the first question: If you have a cock why don’t you use it? A friend of mine once told me it is because my internal wiring is all fucked up. He was filmed me jerking off and showed me that when I cum I don’t thrust with my hips like men do. There is no natural instinct to inseminate. Rather I get my intimacy from sharing in a man’s masculinity rather that showing my own. Knowing his fluids are in me, mixing with my body, becoming part of me is how I share with other males —*whether it be with a long-term lover or a random guy in a bathhouse. This need for another man to invade me, penetrate and eventually exert his masculinity over me brings me to the last question: Do you like to be filled and how does it feel? The short answer is, “Yes, I like to be filled.” For the very reasons I spelt out above. Can I feel it when a man cums in me; well, that is more complex. I cannot feel the actual spurts deep in my hole, but you can definitely feel the cock twitch and the way a guy changes his thrusting that lets you know he is cumming. Most importantly, as he moves in and out of you, he pulls back some of his cum and you feel all slick and wet. If you are really lucky it will make your hole tingle and sting when it comes into contact with chaffed or broken skin. I like the idea of that; it means I don’t have to wait for load to start absorbing through the anal wall; he is already in my blood stream, bits of him pumping into my heart and brain. That for me is the main goal. However there are other things to like about being filled. If enough guys use your wrecked hole you not only feel more used and sorer but also more satisfied. If one guy breeding you is hot, five are five times better. I also like to suck the cocks clean afterwards. I was first introduced to this by a guy who used it as a way of promoting cleanliness. But soon learnt to love it . To kiss the head of a cock that has just fucked me, to know that a few moments ago it was being used to dominate and emasculate me —*that it was used to drive a man’s DNA deep inside me, that it tastes of that cum and my hole —*is a practical demonstration of all that I am. If I have been well worn out by a fucking, I like to squat and let the smell of my loaded hole waft up. It prolongs the sensation of the taste and smell of the man’s cock. I try not to clean myself up. I like to leave the load in me either for the next guy or just so it has time to be absorbed or dry in me, although on rare*occasions,*I do squirt it out and eat it. What can I say? I am a complicated slut. Hopefully more responses will be coming in soon. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary: Cheating Corn Fed Boy The e-mail bounced back and forth. Normally I don't endure that kind of crap. Not sure why I did wit... Justifying Barebacking The Bareback Brotherhood and its recent growth forced a certain justification debate that, quite fra... 'Sleazy Atlanta Guide' Under Construction When fellow #BBBH Brothers and even others visit Atlanta, they often ask where to go and what to do.... Travel Diary: Fan Fucking in the Northeast, Part 1... The Boston Buddha Boston happened last but I'm giving it to you first.I do try to let folks know when and where I'... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... A raw virgin asked, “What does it feel like to be filled with cum?”* One of the first respondents happened to be Josh Landale , the famous (or infamous) author of Confessions of a Bareback Sauna Slut blog*. *He posted his response on his blog here**but also allowed it to be reposted here along with a few images. So here goes… [h=1]Getting Filled with Cum is ‘Heaven’[/h]Basically, as a bottom, being filled with spunk is the most amazing feeling ever. When I am getting fucked, a raw cock buried deep in my hole, I am in heaven.* When that top shoots his load, the feeling is such an emotional high.* Then, when he pulls out, and some cum dribbles down my balls, and the next top steps up and slips into me, it is indescribable. That feeling of being used as a cum dump by unknown tops, is just out of this world. Being there for other guys to use as their sexual fuck toy; knowing that they are getting their pleasure from using me, is just out of this world. The more guys who unload in my hole, the more guys I want next. As I said in my interview with Cristian Knox back in January 2011, one makes me want two, makes me want three, four, five, and so on… it is addictive.* Someone once said this is stereotypical addiction behaviour… and I would agree, taking loads from tops, one after the other is like a drug. There is only one thing better than taking spunk from guys, and that’s taking spunk from guys when you don’t know who they are. Maybe being blindfolded, face down arse up at a party in a hotel room, or being blindfolded at a steamroomsex club.. getting loaded up from totally unknown anonymous guys in these settings is sheer brilliance. The emotions, the feelings… its only when you’ve experienced it that you can understand it. Spunk dripping down your legs, pooling on the sling or mattress beneath you, while these guys, these strangers go to town on you. You don’t know if they’re poz, neg, or whatever.* All you know is that you are there for their utter pleasure.* They need to unload, and you are the one they’re unloading in. Heaven! More answers are coming, but thanks to Josh! Be sure to also follow him on Twitter @JoshLandaleXXX* If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: I Can Do It Myself In the rural South during the 1970s and 1980s, sex turned out to be one of those things we didn't di... Help Make My Birthday a Little Brighter... (Okay, a Little Sleazier) This week has been tough.I'm not saying this for sympathy. It's simply fact as much as anyt... 'Sleazy Atlanta Guide' Under Construction When fellow #BBBH Brothers and even others visit Atlanta, they often ask where to go and what to do.... Dune... Desert Planet... Dry Spell While I'm Working to Find a New Job. Anyone C... Coincidental that I'm rereading the Frank Herbert classic Dune and experiencing a dry spell at the s... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... After my last update on Inserection**this summer, I wondered if the adult bookstore would recover. Surprisingly, the recovery has happened and it’s much better. It’s not perfect. The air conditioning works, the beds in the hook-up rooms have been repaired and the seeming dominance of meth addicts appears to have lessened. I doubt it’s the $1 addition to the cover (now $11 to get in on weekdays). Maybe the door people are better trained or recognizing the addicts. The crowd seems still too top-heavy, although I’ve kept to breeding except for an occasional abortion*. In fact, I’ve got a good couple of entries I need to write up soon including a raw fuck in the darkroom on the ground level and a beautiful married man upstairs in a hook-up room. I post to Craigslist when I head to Inserection and I always get four or five e-mails from locals asking what to expect. I usually refer them to this website. To expand upon reviews and update, I wanted to provide a little more information including a couple of “maps” of the ground floor and upper level. You can read the updated review and learn more*. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Nothing Good Happens After Midnight The night is my time. It's when I'm most comfortable. It's when the hunger strikes. When I crave an ... Fifteen Things I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. I guess you're allowed at 43, although it seems to me it's a l... It's Official: I Have Fucked BOTH Matt AND Dan For those of you who follow barebacking blogs, you will know of Matt & Dan's Sexual Adventur... Looks Like the Perfect Devil's Dick Ice Cube Tray... I am a geek. I am proud of that fact. Of course, I check out the shop ThinkGeek.com, which happened ... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... [h=1]What Does It Feel Like to Be Filled with Cum?[/h][h=3]A Question from a Virgin for Experienced Bareback Bottoms[/h]I was on Kik**earlier today and a virgin bottom from another continent asked me a question that I could answer in theory but I felt it best answered by my readers*— especially the thousands of bottoms who read my blog. His question is a simple one:*What does it feel like to be filled with cum? We’ve created the collective term jizzjoy *to describe the overall sensation for a bottom, from the psychological to the physical. However, I know from breeding the thousands upon thousands who’ve taken my loads, each man’s reaction to getting cum is different. Some men notice me shooting *(fuck, I decided on “iBLASTinside” as an online name for a reason; I used it on AOL around 15 years ago). I throb like a motherfucker and I tend to shoot a lot and with some force. Others don’t noticed so much, but they’re just collectors*— really looking to get as much cock as possible. It’s not as much about the DNA. If they happen to net some cum, cool. Cock drives them more than anything. The question is simple:*What does it feel like to be filled with cum? However, I need a detailed description as a response. I need all aspects of what it feels like to you as a bottom. What does it feel like physically to have the cum spurt inside you as the cock swells and shoots the sticky white goo. Then what’s the sensation in your brain, your heart, your gut. If you want to be anonymous, visit the form on the Contact page*. If you’re a bit more adventurous, send me directly at iblastinside@gmail.com *and include a photo or video of you getting bred. I’ll include it. I’ll only use your e-mail if you say I can. I can’t edit videos but I can blur out faces in photos. [h=4]What people are searching to find this page::[/h] fun cum sm (1) 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... Travel Diary: To Summarize My California Trip (in Fucking)... a Triple Play When it comes to the California journey, this time turned out a lot better than last. And the effort... Returning to California... This Time, Visiting Both Northern & Southern In February, I'll be hitting California for two weeks.Interestingly enough, I'll be back in the ... Back Home Again...And It's Just Peachy I'm back home in Atlanta and this tour of the West just about tired me out! Let me tell you, I love ... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... It’s so not my intention to uncover the catfish *of the planet or to suggest that my friends over at BarebackRT.com *missed something, but when I saw this mugshot pop up, I just had to laugh and share it with my readers. Not only does this “Mr. Joey” looking for phone bone*, but he’s using the mugshot of one of the most infamous cases of a pornstar caught and convicted of killing. Known in the gay porn world as Marcus Allen, his real name is Timothy John Boham and now he’s spending 23 hours of every day in solitary confinement in an Arkansas federal*penitentiary. Boham was found guilty of shooting and killing*John Paul “J P” Kelso, a 43-year-old businessman and philanthropist in Denver in 2006. The openly gay businessman was killed for money in a confession Boham eventually gave to police. He was convicted in 2009 and sentenced to life in prison without the chance of parole*. To*sdlovesphonesex, try another pic. Please. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Take One Down, Pass It Around... Another Saturday night at one of Baltimore's more popular clubs, I nursed another beer while listeni... Dark Passenger: Like a Virgin My incredibly clear recollections of him and how he started the molestation end somewhere in a blur,... Travel Diary, Day 22: My First Loading I've not found Grindr, the iPhone application, to be all that helpful. But on this section of my tra... My Top Ten Raw Fucks of 2011 (I Bred Each & Every One of These Asses) Far from all the asses I loaded, these are among the most memorable of 2011. Sorry if you didn't mak... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... When I post on Craigslist, I’ll often get messages from virgins. Generally, that doesn’t bother me. Popping a cherry can be enjoyable in more ways than one. More often than not, I’ll be the “first” to break a hole in bareback. True that I don’t believe this. While I’m out about my stealthing , I believe many more tops do it and don’t confess their sin (and I’ve heard from them). Among the weirdest requests I’ll receive: Break in my 50-year-old virgin ass. I got such a request today. First, I cannot fathom someone denying themselves the urge to fill their carnal desires for what amounts to 36 or so years (depending when puberty really kicked in). There’s a societal norm that urges men toward marrying a woman and fucking her pussy, but if you’re a bottom (or a top), I just can’t see keeping your ass (or dick) dry all that time and not experiencing it. Second, denying yourself that urge through your teens, twenties, thirties and forties to end up in your fifties and beyond, when your ass sags just seems wrong (FYI, my ass is starting to sag, so don’t give me shit about saying that). There’s something mentally deranged about now, in your fifties, thinking, “I’m ready to get fucked.” Third, do you think I’d think you’re serious after denying those urges for so long that now you’re really going to let some anonymous Craigslist*hookup*breed your ass? Some guys tend to respond to almost everything. And after a minute, I recognize them so much, I employ filters to weed out their replies. One such replier I did today. He was in his mid-forties, asking for his first fucking. Over the past few years, he’d replied to my ads over a dozen times. I’ve engaged him a few only for him to disappear. While he might not be into barebacking, between 2009 and today, he’d likely found someone in the Atlanta area to fuck him. He’s not a virgin (unless he’s pretending). I think it’s more likely he’s jerking off to the fantasy of being fucked and not going through with it. In the end, I have a policy on men older than 40 asking for their rotten cherries to be popped: Hire a hooker. I’m not available to teach you. It’s nothing to do with being ageist. As I’ve indicated, I’m an equal opportunity fucker** and, if you match my basics*, I’ll breed you. However, I don’t want to teach old men how to take cock because at their beyond ripe years, they’re probably not serious about it. The only way to prove seriousness*— pay for it. * * ** * ** * * I do have one unusual note here. I knew a man who waited until his wife and kids were dead before starting his Gay life. In his seventies, we called him the “lizard man” because of the lizard boots he wore. He had the most horrible smell since he smoked so much. How he made it so long, we never knew. We also never quite figured out what happened that his kids were dead before him. Nonetheless, the lesson here… don’t wait. Fuck now. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Q&A: Bottom Categories (Just Starting Out) Q.*Which is better: *A bottom who knows he is a bitch to be used and cast aside - who knows his plac... Poppers, Persuasion and Pleasure Poppers came to me late in my sexual experience. I first learned about them when I was 16 or 17, but... Taking Suggestions for My Next Bay Area Trip If you read my Travel Diary from my last journey to the San Francisco Bay area (Day 1, Day 2, Day 3 ... Video of Bullet-Shaped Cumsicles Sliding Up an Ass I posted yesterday* about a reader who purchased the ice cube tray* took liquid and shaped it into A... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Let me make one thing clear: I am an equal opportunity fucker. Sure, I’ve got my thing for the exotics*— Asians, Latins and the smooth twinks that occasionally cross my path. But you don’t have to be in your twenties or smooth for me to fuck you. I’m at work and my iPhone hits BBRT*. I use it to kill my long-ass days on the job or maybe to plan a hook-up. Lately, I’ve been walking into the office at 6:30 a.m. or a little earlier. I’ve been in the office almost an hour with the drudgery of my fucking 10-hour day already giving me a throbbing headache when I get a message. “If you don’t mind heading to my neck of the woods, I’d be glad to take your load.” Turns out his neck of the woods is the same godforsaken suburb of Atlanta I’m working in. Odd but*exhilarating since I’m almost 28 miles as the crow flies from my homebase. This thirtysomething hot fucker picked me from the collection of folks online. I respond, letting him know we’re in the same town. And since his profile is nice enough to show face, I unlock my photos. I’m no prize. I’m in my mid-forties, could stand to lose another 10 pounds, an admitted nerd and completely comfortable in my own skin. My cock is seven inches and, if you lick my balls, it swells just a little more to make it maybe almost seven-and-a-half. I’ve had men suck me hard at gloryholes only to walk away because my cockhead barely long enough to make them choke (and it points the wrong way). As I said, I’m no prize. When a half-hour had passed, I wasn’t surprised that my local boy hadn’t responded. Beside, he was six foot four inches tall with jet black hair and a thick goatee with sideburns almost to the point of a President Lincoln beard. His piercing dark brown eyes and barrel chest made him a handsome figure with almost a menacing look except for some softness around the edges. I figured him out of my league and, well, he probably looked my geekiness over and decided something else might suit him better. Such is life. Then, a little while later, I got a couple of messages in rapid succession. First one told me how much he loved my blog. Next one gave me his address. We started texting and before I knew it, he actually texted me a photo of himself reading my blog (apparently inspired by a particular entry*). I told him I’d come by for lunch. He promised to be ready and for the next few hours, we texted back and forth a variety of thoughts. Apparently, he ran across a few entries regarding my particular like of the smooth Asians, pointing out that if I were to expect anything short of furry, I’d be disappointed. And I reassured him that I happened to be an equal opportunity fucker. Throughout the time we chatted, my cock would rise up in my jeans and alert me again and again of the nearing of the hour when I could leave. I had a conference call just before lunch, which I found difficult to concentrate. When I finally clocked out and got to my car, punching in his address, his home happened to be less than five minutes from my office. Fuck. I was in his driveway so damn quick and when I approached his door, he opened it. We went immediately to his room and before the door finished closing, he was on his knees. He’d obviously been reading plenty. In fact, I could see my blog still open on his computer. His mouth didn’t head for my cock but for my balls. Straight at them. With ever so light the touch, his oral skills apparent, he began caressing my balls and licking them. My cock snapped to attention and I could see a glistening of precum already. This hot man would get a juicy assful. As he continued his oral work, he would eventually let his mouth envelope my cock with his warmth on this chilly October day. My pants and underwear still around my ankles, I knew this wouldn’t be a quick fuck. I’d enjoy myself. We paused long enough for me to slip my jeans, underwear and shoes off. I hopped onto the bed and spread my legs so he could get at my balls easier*— especially since I’d shaved them earlier in the week. He spit liberally on my cock as he finished up the blowjob and then climbed up and began to take a seat*— just like I love to begin the fuck. He’d come out of the shower a little earlier and I could feel the*squeaky*tightness of the water-washed ass as he tried to sit on me. Without a foreskin, it hurt just a touch, because my rock-hard cock attempted to penetrate into that tightness. Then I felt it begin to break through. His jaw clenched. I knew he felt the initial pain-pleasure mix of that invader entering him. But soon the pain began to leave his face, replaced only by pleasure. I moved my hands up his belly, rubbing the black fur on his broad chest, pulling his shirt up. At six-foot-three myself, it’d been a while since I’d fucked someone my size. Even the larger men didn’t happen to be the same height. This man probably had twenty pounds on me. I liked his strength over me, riding my cock into a kind of submission. His meaty hands as large or even larger than mine. But his hairiness. We were both taking from each other what we wanted. His cock now swelled even larger. Where I had length, he had girth. The fucker’s cock would be something to get inside an ass. I’d heard of a beer can and now I felt one. We fucked with abandon, saying nasty things to one another until he uttered the words I needed to hear: “I want your load.” “You ready for it?” I asked. He nodded. “Let me fuck you from behind,” I said. While I love to start with a man sitting on, there’s nothing like finishing on top of a man’s ass. I went inside him and wrapped my arms around him, my lips at his ear. My fingers went into the hairs of his chest right under his heart. I’d snorted my poppers and I began asking him if he wanted my load. “Yes please,” he said. “Give me your load. Please give me your load. I want your load. Please give it to me. Please. Please. Please.” As I fucked, I went to my happy place where all that existing was my cock, his raw hole and his voice begging for my cum. And soon I went over the edge. The moment I shoot, I come out of my daze and return to reality. And in that moment, he said, “FUCK!” His ass clenched down. And the most unique thing ever happened. I know jizzjoy *exists. I’ve heard bottoms describe it. But with this man, I could FEEL it happen. You see, men can clench an ass. They can milk a cock. They can give pleasure. But this man knew my cum was flooding his ass. He was feeling my cock throb and shoot the load inside him. As it did, my fingertips could feel his heart begin to beat out of his chest. Now, I knew he never snorted poppers. But his body was reacting as if he had. His heart picked up pace. He went into a kind of*hyperventilation. We were connected by cock, cum and heartbeats. I FELT his jizzjoy throughout his body. Not just in his ass. He loved my cum and cock inside him. While I would have to remove my cock from that hairy ass in a moment, I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay inside him and breed him again. Hopefully he would invite me back to breed this beast again. And again. 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... Vacation Travel to Breed Part of me doubts this might work out but I decided to float this little trial balloon and see where... Q&A: Are You Happy? Q. Your latest blog entry is on happiness and the perception that you apparently aren't happy; what,... Blatino Joe Help make Mark's birthday a little better while he's out of work with a donation. Learn more abo... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... When people visit Atlanta*— or even those who live here*— I’ll get an e-mail asking about getting cum. When can I get it? Where is best tonight? How can I get the most cum in my ass? Where’s the ass? It’s always difficult to say when and where to give and get it in Atlanta. This town is about as fickle as a dill pickle. However, I did sit down and tried to capture it in a chart (that you can see above). If the place is open, it’s got color. If it’s closed (or closing down), it’s black. If I know it to be full of cum, you’ll see it cum white. I’ve also created a new page, added to my Sleazy Guide to Atlanta . The Where to Find Cum When in Atlanta**includes the chart but also offers some advice including a weekend suggestion of how a bottom can get the most loads. Of course, if you’re a bottom coming into town, let me know**and I can help make any additional suggestions and might add to the mix you get. I’ve also added the known fuck hotels and hook-up clubs to the Sleazy Atlanta Guide. All in service of the cum freaks out there. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: I Can Do It Myself In the rural South during the 1970s and 1980s, sex turned out to be one of those things we didn't di... Vacation Travel to Breed Part of me doubts this might work out but I decided to float this little trial balloon and see where... Shaggy Lad Shag Craigslist can be real hit or miss here lately, especially with some assholes flagging any hint of b... Travel Diary: The Man Who Would Be Paduwan I hesitate to write this encounter for many reasons: Since it occurred over several hours, I wil... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... A special post for my little Chicago bitch . According to the Chicago Kik friend, who doesn’t exist on Kik anymore, the two larger photos above are of half brothers with whom he fucked. Or so he said. Upon receiving the photos, within moments I knew the story wasn’t true. My little secret (which really isn’t a secret) is that one can search on images. The top left image is all over the place. And when I mean all over the place, I mean ALL OVER THE PLACE. It’s one of those shots that becomes prolific and earns wings. The top right, well, I know who it is and it’s not a half brother and he certainly didn’t fuck him in Chicago. I’ve placed four more images of the same young man, who happens to be straight and live in Texas. His name is Reid. Shout out to his Tumblr, TheHeartIsKing.Tumblr.com . Reid is smart, including several photos of himself on his page. Anyone doing an image search will quickly discover the truth about who the man in the photo happens to be. * * * ** * ** * * As you know, I do not normally show faces. The first image is one of someone who’s available readily on the internet already. The second is someone who puts himself out there because he’s a photographer. I’m actually able to give him credit. He’s got his own Tumblr page *and I’m able to refer you all to it so you can legitimately visit it and jerk off there. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Slapping Some Sense into a Senior @PositiveLife tagged a Tweet with the Bareback Brotherhood's hashtag (#BBBH), getting my attention t... Straight Men Are Pigs...And Really Easy I've had my Android cell phone (and its associated number) for almost 18 months but I'll still get t... Bareback Booty Call I've been busy.Hooking up can be work. And some of these damn fucking bottoms make it more fucki... Bareback Porn Star Profile: Raw Bottom Joshua Chandler Gets the Jizzjoy (And Som... Okay, so there's something a little twisted about every porn performer that they'd take their clothe... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... [h=2]These Gay Ghosts… The Continuing Bullshit over Photos, Honesty and Me[/h]Of late, I’ve been so lucky to engage with some interesting conversations. The introduction of Kik *as an option to get in touch with me produced many more inquiries along with the normal production of e-mails and other messaging. Generally, I’m grateful. But yet again, I get a message that just sends me over the edge. It seems to be a frequent of late. “How old are you?” Visiting my blog (where you are right this very moment unless you’re reading a feed), just click the About Me**page in the navigation. All my basics appear there. My age and stats. None inflated or improved to make me seem younger, weigh less or more athletic or hung than I actually am. The cock pics are mine. The avatar pic on Twitter is me. It’s so fucking easy. However, because I put myself out there, so many people expect that I shall continue to give and give and give with no expectation of anything in return. As people get in touch, many begin with a barrage of questions (again, some available answers online) but mostly with an expectation that I shall give them a personal rendition of everything about me. No fucking way. Even as I get to know people, we’ll exchange a little and I’ll mention things like my next post about my last hook-up has gone online. I’ll get a response inquiring about what happened. I’ll let them know it’s ONLINE. “I know, but I’d rather hear it from you.” Or, my favorite. “I just don’t want to open my browser.” What? You’re too fucking lazy to open your browser and type, “iblastinside.com”? I even get asked for people to send them a link. WTF? I actually enjoy meeting the people who read my stuff and getting to know them. But if it just doesn’t chap my ass (and currently, my ass is chapped**thanks to one hook-up) that people won’t share a single iota of themselves back. Or they share just enough. I’m not exactly your everyday porn producer and I don’t have the backing of any major studio. I do this myself. I’ve had death-threats from what I’ve posted*— some may be legitimate and some possibly not serious. Over time, I’ve used my gut to weed out the liars. But in the last couple of years, the sophistication of those who develop online personas has indeed risen to a level worthy of any fictional novel. I wrote of my Catfish in Las Vegas *(you need to see the documentary “Catfish” **to truly get the reference, spoiler alert if you click the link), but he hasn’t been the only one to fool me. A retired woman in late 2009 and early 2010 provided quite an elaborate scheme, duping me and several others, using photographs and the voice of an underaged employee to assist in the con. I had several entries a while back but took them down since they exposed the young man and the woman’s family including her grandchildren. Many others have come along and I’ve rejected outright. As I’ve written about hot or not photography* and the lies men tell , I’ve got a strong bullshit meter now. Fuck if it’s not going off all the fucking time now. The excuses are a lot of the same and some new ones. The new one that just gets me*— coming from youthful (but legal) 19-year-olds to 25-year-olds: I have anxiety about taking my own photo. Take a Xanax. I’ve been chatting with this one hottie via Kik in Chicago. Or he says he’s in Chi-town. He sends me photos of people he fucks. Photos of his roommate. Of his roommate’s half brother. But when it came to sending a photo of himself, fuck if suddenly he had an anxiety attack and couldn’t send. For another guy, this one in D.C., I get a limited number of photos. Three maximum. Then he become indignant about providing more, being insulted if I ask for additional images as if I am somehow asking for them to send me $1,000. These guys haven’t*hesitated*to send me photos of with whom they fuck around. In some cases, the images will have come from amateur websites, blogs or Twitter accounts. Of course, my own photos are being used by others. We cannot stop that. There’s a guy in Pennsylvania who uses my cock pic in his Manhunt profile and, quite frankly, short of driving to Manhunt and whipping it out, there’s no way of proving it’s mine. They lie and speak of others stealing their identity. How to prove it? It’s like a family whose loved one has keep*kidnapped. I need “proof of life,” so I generally ask for an unusual photo that they might not have handy. For example, get me a photo of yourself in your underwear, showing both nipples, shooting a bird with your left hand in your bathroom mirror. The only problem is if they’ve got another source for photos*— meaning another guy on the hook like you*— they can get you one quick from him. Your best bet is to establish where they or are some interesting fact prior to the photo —*like the kind or color of underwear they’re wearing. For one of mine, the underwear changed color Still, those aren’t the only excuses one gets. Today, I received one of the most unusual: I can’t send or receive photos or visit your website until after 5 p.m. Seriously, what the fuck? He claimed to know nothing about me so it was “fair” for us to discuss everything because we both knew nothing about the other. Even if his little story were true, as soon as the clock struck 5, he’d be able to find a whole shit lot about me. Another bottom told me yesterday that his Grindr wouldn’t allow him to upload photos. I mentioned e-mail probably worked. He didn’t think about that. But no volunteer to send since he was “discreet.” I could drive 20 miles to his place and see his offer and, if I didn’t like, I could leave. I met a local the other day for coffee who had a similar situation. The gentleman invited him over and he drove (get this) 42 miles one way. When he arrived, the man opened the door: Unshaven, unbathed and in a bathrobe. That wasn’t the worst part. The man unfortunately had some medical condition that forced him to use a colostomy bag . All of these were issues neglected to be mentioned. And the fucking asshole hoped that the bad medical condition would call out for a pity fuck. He didn’t get one. I call bullshit on people without pictures. Bullshit about viruses eating all your images is just that*— bullshit. Your computer crashing and taking everything, same thing. You’re talking to someone who knows enough to know a lie. You don’t know how to attach and send an image? GET THE FUCK OFF THE INTERNET. As for using a work phone or someone monitoring your phone, um, don’t be a damn idiot about that too. You’re e-mailing or messaging me on it. And just keep in mind, I now have the number. I could call or message at inopportune times and tell whoever answers what’s going on with you. If you’re going to give excuses, then expect to be getting fucked some other way by me. Moreover, the clear text messages or e-mails from that same damn phone will get you into a whole lot more trouble than sending G-rated images of yourself. For all the gay ghosts, the fakes who love to trick me, there are those who are real and don’t mind being on the up and up. Like this Midwestern guy who’s just plain slutty and doesn’t mind letting me know it. We shoot the shit, Skype, text, whatever. And someday I’ll fuck him. Breed him. Put him into my camp of those carrying around my DNA. Do you have to be 19 years old and a twink? No. He’s not. And every time I talk with him, he gets hotter. He doesn’t have to make shit up. He can tell me about his fucked up hook up or he can show me the video of his really hot breeding. I’m not summoning a spirit with him. He’s real. * * ** * ** * * There will be a follow-up piece for my little Chicago friend and just for him.* If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Q&A: The Ideal Bottom Q: Describe your ideal bottom.-- The Real Jay FoxA. For all the questions I get, Jay, I must... Breeding a Redneck Behind an Abandoned House The last week or so kept me busy for a variety of reasons and, for whatever the reason, I've just no... Quiet top looking for a bottom What I post on Craigslist sometimes... it often gets flagged....I don't want a lot of back and f... Loading Zone: On Becoming A Cumdump Bottom As a negative man, I was afraid of sex. As a positive man, I embrace it.About a ye... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I had planned on writing a hot story about my encounter last week with a terrific Latino boy. His copper eyes, his smooth body, his massive uncut cock and his incredible tight ass. He kisses like crazy and I bred him despite him asking me not to do so. I was pumping his ass so hard he was about to cum so I let him. You see, he’s a top. Not usually a bottom. I lifted his legs and took a whiff. No stank. So I went in for that darting lick —*just beneath his balls and well above his pucker. I came back with a mouth full of bitterness. Fuck. How anyone could have shit that far away from their asshole, especially knowing they were off to play baffled me. I decided he needed a kiss. In the back of my head, I knew it was toxic. * * ** * ** * * Sunday, I felt weird. By Sunday night, I began with whole-body aches and pains. These usually mean an oncoming fever. As I get them, let me tell you,*acetaminophen*or*ibuprofen make no dent in the relief. I went scouring through the house on Monday for anything stronger, finding a few left over pills from oral surgeries and others I’d kept for rainy days.Man, it was raining Friday night.Not raining outside but into my toilets. I knew exactly what this was. I’d had it twice before. Once when I was much younger but the last time I’d had it, I spent five days in the hospital. Shigella .Shigella is not fun. I really do not recommend it at all. And if you wonder why I get fucking pissed off at bottoms who don’t clean their asses, this is the number-one-with-a-bullet reason why .Tuesday morning, I was first thing in the doctor to get everything updated get the new stuff.Thank God for an understanding Gay doctor who gave me what I needed.I’m on the mend, missing a full week of work for a decent hook-up (not worth the pain and suffering I’ve gone through). If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Going Back to Ecuador Sometimes there's a need for reliability and last night was one of them. Already with sleeping pil... Thanks God It’s Over 2010 sucked ass. Ass without a load in it. Ass with the flavor of a condom. I'm glad it's over. Here... Anniversary of the Last Time I Touched a Vagina Coming Up Soon Well, upcoming a momentous event. I will be halfway to 90. If I were to be an optimistic man*— and I... Bareback Booty Call I've been busy.Hooking up can be work. And some of these damn fucking bottoms make it more fucki... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... The text message appeared: “I’m horny.” Let’s admit that I did like the bottom in my entries from*Behind Dead Eyes*. Perhaps that creeped him out a little or the fact he never liked that I implied he had “dead eyes.” Instead, it’s a metaphor for the protective wall he builds around himself and that inner being. After our time of debauchery at the*bookstore*, we’d texted a bit but not met up again. “I am too,” I responded. “I want cum,” he wrote. “I’ll give you some,” I typed back. As it turned out, I was downtown and would be glad to hit the bookstore yet again. A few more of his coy questions and my to-the-bone answers. I had an appointment but once it was over, I wanted to fuck him. That was the only reason to drive over and pay the $11 admission. Once I admitted to having*my good poppers*, I got the green light. I made a left instead of a right and headed toward one of the best asses ever. And I mean best asses. It’s usual for me to really look forward to seeing someone. I’ll admit my crush on this boy. There’s chemistry there, even if he can’t admit there’s any. And we fuck well. I arrived, whipping into a parking place. I plunged into the darkness and throbbing environment of sexual scents, Pine Sol and satellite radio. He stood along the edge of one of the banks of booths on the basement floor, not far from the entrance. Approaching him, he spoke under his breath, “You have to act like you don’t know me.” My anticipation fluttered a little. I missed a beat, but I recovered and made the walk upstairs to the rooms. Within moments, he joined me. He wore a strange combination of a stretched out tank under a button down. This flashback to the Flash Dance 1980s look seemed strange to me since I recalled the original look. Here I am in jeans and a t-shirt and he appeared so perfectly coiffed. He walked past me into a room. I followed. He started removing his clothing immediately and I did the same, inquiring whether I should lock the door. He shrugged, a hallmark of his usual indecision. But I didn’t care. He stripped completely naked and went to sucking my cock, getting it hard. His oral skills undeniably good. Then he*crouched*on the mattress, ass in the air. As I did before, I went in for food. I ate his ass, spreading my meal wide. Oh how delicious his hole proved to be. So good! I’ve ate many asses in my day. His just perfection, just lovely, just nice. The soft hairs never wiry and adding to the opening up, never detracting from the effort to open the hole. With a little more spit as I pushed my tongue into his pucker and deep pink, I stood and began to push my cock into him. I’d handed him the poppers earlier and he’d been sniffing them already, but now he really snorted them as my seven inches invaded his interior. Oh my fucking God, how his ass was so damn tight and molded perfectly around my cock. In a way, it felt as if I was pushing my cock into clay. He moaned. I pushed. I’d pull back a little and push farther in. Soon, I made it all the way. I looked down to see this almost perfect hourglass shape. His smooth body. His back and upper chest wide, his waist going smaller and then that ass, the widest of all. Not fat, but perfect. And as I plunged inside it, just wonderful. And in a way, I just hit paydirt. Pumping in him deep once, I felt something. Oh so warm. Oh. This was a new sensation. Like I’d popped through to a new place, this warmth began to trickle down past my cockhead and tickle my balls, some dripping off and some running down my legs. I inquired to be sure and disappointingly discovered I was the first to be fucking his ass, so all I felt was water. Knowing this bottom’s routine, I knew it was clean and nothing to worry about. No scents or anything other than the unusual sensation that enthused me a little. If only I’d been squishing around a little extra cum as well. The door to the room opened. I’d not locked in. In walked an older white man and not at all attractive followed by an older African American who turned out to be a little fat. I didn’t mind the audience. He urged me on, wanting to eat the cum out of the bottom’s ass after I was done. As I fucked more, the little trickle of water turned more into a gush of water and I really enjoyed that sensation of warm water along my balls that now cooled in the air. I borrowed the poppers and took a sniff. I fucked harder. More gusto. “You want my load?” “Give it to me!” he said. “Give me your load.” The trolls agreed. And I went into a place where my cock and the bottom’s ass *just existed together. The water now emptied out, I replaced it with my flood into his guts with my cum. I throbbed. I buried to the hilt and stood still, letting my cock deposit all my seed into his ass. I pushed it in as deep as I could and then pulled it out as his ass sealed up behind my extracting rod. My bottom friend objected to the trolls even touching him and we kicked them out, now the festivities were over. And he turned horrified at the splattered water on the mattress, not to mention me. Even with my promise that I enjoyed it, he just couldn’t believe how much came out. I kissed him for the first time as he began putting on his clothes. Oh, how well he kissed. “I’ll see you later,” I said. “You’re leaving?” “I came here just to fuck you,” I replied. “Really?” “Really,” I said. “Take care.” And I left. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary, Day 13: Fucking Filipino Married with three kids. His naturally smooth chest in a dark olive only made his deep chocolate nip... Travel Diary: Home and I'm Not Leaving Finally a break from the suitcase. I'm headed home. The holidays will be nice without the const... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... “My e-mail didn’t get your attachment. Could you text it to me?” “Your text didn’t come through. Could you e-mail it to me?” “My computer crashed. I don’t have any pics.” “My pics are all on my computer at home.” “What’s your phone number. I promise I’m not a stalker.” “Too many people steal my pics and use them so I don’t send any.” “Do you use Yahoo (or AOL or MSN) messenger?” By now, I’ve heard a lot of excuses. Short of sending your e-mail address or cell phone number, you’re kind of stuck. Moreover, today’s world has radically changed. I actually like chatting with folks, saying hi, hearing from some readers and learning a little more. I discovered Kik. It’s a cross-platform text messaging application that doesn’t require you send anyone you cell phone number or your e-mail or any strange 1H2Y89837G!% identification string. Simply enough, you can message me on Kik at iBLASTinside. Kik is quick and works simply, just like your text messenger. Oh, and you can send pictures. You can even take a quick shot and send it along. I can maintain the privacy of my cell number and even e-mail address if I wanted. It even offers additional apps that allow you to send videos or maps. I’m a total convert. I’ve been using it for a week and I love it. Kik works with Apple devices, Android, Windows Mobile, Blackberry and Nokia’s Ovi. Just visit Kik.com *to learn more or search your respective app store to download and install. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Driven Already three-fourths of the distance from downtown, he sent me a text: "You're neg, right?&quo... Loading Zone: Bareback Virgin Top Experiences Bare Ass Bareback Bliss for Raw VirginYo. I've never read your blog before yesterday but felt like I had ... 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... A Bunch of Other Things About Bottoms That Bother Me Revenge of Rage Against the Bossy BottomBottoms can be so demanding. Look, I get it. Ultimately it... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Do you pay for porn? Let’s be honest. You probably don’t. Oh maybe you’ve got a monthly membership somewhere or you do a pay-per-view every once-in-a-while, but paying for porn? Naw. When’s the last time you bought a DVD? 2008? DVDs are going the way of the compact disc, which is almost as dead as the cassette, which is fading like vinyl records, which has almost met the fate of eight-tracks. Some of you kids out there probably never even heard of eight-tracks or can imagine a day when your song actually got interrupted to switch tracks (not that you even know what a “track” is). You probably don’t even recall having to buy a whole album in order to get that one song you liked. Lordy, I’m getting old. And my brain is getting addled and off track itself. Getting back to the point. Porn needs a reboot. I don’t mean we need it in 3-D IMAX or hook up our Fleshlight to a USB port. Porn needs to change. Look, I love porn like everyone else. I’ve watched as Treasure Island Media and other places try to capture the magic of “Dawson’s 20 Load Weekend” by adding more loads and more hot guys and more dirty talk. Or just film more scenes and put them out there. More niches for the fetishes that drive people to pay a little. We think that foot or*diaper*or foot-in-diaper fetish might get more people interested. Look at the explosion of Tumblr, XTube and whatnot, though. It’s all free. Fucking free. No one wants to pay. Essentially, I am a porn website. Sure, I have a little more than porn on here, but getting guys to jerk off is what drives thousands of people every day to click on one of the iBLASTinside websites (including this blog, the Bareback Brotherhood *website and the BarebackWiki ). I’ve added some advertising to see if I can recoup some of the cash I’ve expended to assist in my own little adventure. Do you know how much I make? Oh I’m rolling in the dough. Annually, I get a little more than $300 from advertising. The cost to run everything? In excess of $750 annually. That doesn’t include the time investment. And let me be clear about that time investment. The time I spend writing is mostly for me and a kind of*catharsis*and relief. However I spend several hours every month maintaining the sites working to stay ahead of the ever-evolving cyber-attacks. In other words, this is not a lucrative adventure. BBBH, the Wiki and this doesn’t even break even.* Thankfully, my sites garner enough attention and I get enough satisfaction to keep me up and going. Moreover, it’s from this place and my perch that I can sense what is needed. While the DVD goes the way of the dodo bird and for-pay porn slowly descends, I can tell you my little ad adventure isn’t working out. In my other so-called “real life” career in marketing, I can tell you that advertising in the traditional way doesn’t gain the attention from consumers it did in “Mad Men” days. Further, consumers distrust advertising more and more. Even in the digital realm, getting a consumer to “click” on an ad is close to impossible. How can gay porn get the viewing audience to tune back in and actually pay for it? [h=2]Creating Demand[/h] Demand must come at a level where the consumer is willing to part with some of that cash. That means more than insert tab A into slot B. *Demand is an emotion and, while lust works on many levels, it’s amorphous when considering just as good-looking men reside for free a few other places on the Internet. One must combine that lust with other craving emotions to drive consumers to pay to view. [h=2]Multi-Use Content[/h] Porn companies would take the moments and snap photos and, of course, write a scene-by-scene description of the action. *Reusing this content allowed extra cost benefit to the bottom line. But multiple uses for the same content doesn’t have to be different mediums. There’s other options to using content and reaching different and new audiences. [h=2]Cum-Generating Performance[/h] Porn really is about the viewer shooting his wad and then tuning out. Treasure Island Media sort of figured this out by adding the cum scenes onto the DVD as a separate feature. Now with online porn, everyone moves the slider or we watch 1½-minute videos with what we want. We get bored with sucking for half an hour before the fucking starts. Then there’s sites like mine. Men read mine for the story, the plot, the set-up. Today’s porn doesn’t really bother any more with the shitty concepts of the pizza delivery man or cousin sleepover, although we all seem to want it. Porn must bring back the plot (but not in a crappy acting way) and make men cum but not before it’s time. And if men only have 1½ minutes and want to squeeze one out to our content, we must know how to provide that. [h=2]Keep Coming Back[/h] The way porn worked is by a loyalty system. Men become loyal to a studio, to an actor or to a director (or perhaps some combination thereof). A love of everything mega-bottom Dawson or anything from Treasure Island Media or super UK director Liam Cole. Generating enough content to keep consumers jacking means a close to impossible situation because capacity is only so much. That’s why people by droves have switched over to XTube. Now finding people to whom they sort of like and can subscribe, the content is delivered as soon as another crappy video gets posted. Admittedly, some videos aren’t that crappy. [h=2]Put the Formula Together[/h] I know I’m being vague. It’s on purpose because I’ve got solutions (multiple) that could create a lucrative experience and reboot gay porn. Fuck, let’s call it adult-oriented entertainment. If I type it all here, some fucker at some studio would take it, put his spin on it and run with it. Ideas can’t be copyrighted or patented. I can’t get a payday by giving it all away. 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Okay, so there’s something a little twisted about every porn performer that they’d take their clothes off and fuck or get fucked by someone else. But I never expected my conversation to take the turn it did when I started communicating with Joshua Chandler, who’s most recently been seen on your screen taking loads from Owen Hawk of RawFuckClub.com and Dark Alley fame. “I hate to say it, but the idea of*stealthing**kinda turns me on,” Joshua admitted to me. “I know it’s bad, but I just can’t help it. I’m a dirty fucker.” And then Joshua told me of his own stealth fuck, where this versatile bottom happened to be topping and, well, something raw went the way of the bottom. “I have done it, but I don’t make a habit of it,” he told me. This Midwestern man didn’t start out a beefy bottom and his porn name wasn’t always Joshua. His first film began when he was a skinnier guy and he had a much more Valley name appropriate to condom porn of the time. “I wasn’t too serious about being a star in the industry,” he said about life in his early twenties in Southern California. Lucky for all of us, now in his thirties, Joshua as beefed up and lets his barebacking define him, begging for the DNA in his ass. “I like it RAW!” he said. “I freaking love when a guy comes in me. It gives me this happy and whole feeling.” You can get the whole feeling from Joshua when you read his whole Bareback Porn Star Profile*. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Dark Passenger: A Murky Beginning I don't recall exactly why. Seems like my mother had to go to the doctor or something medical. On a ... I Like Glory Holes It's been well established. Glory holes provide a remarkable experience to open things up and allow ... Top Five Fucks of 2010 At my best guess, I've bred a few more than 200 asses in 2010. Not bad. Not the goal I set for mysel... Travel Diary: Fan Fucking in the Northeast, Part 1... The Boston Buddha Boston happened last but I'm giving it to you first. I do try to let folks know when and where I'... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’m getting frustrated with online hook-ups. Look, I get some fucking hot ass on occasion. But truth be told, it doesn’t have to be the bomb-diggity*to make me happy . I’ll fuck you if you don’t smoke, your ass is clean with decent*hygiene*and we’re somewhere around height-weight proportional (and I’ll allow for a few extra pounds, but my cock just ain’t big enough for the junk-in-the-trunk chubs. The rash of crappy photographs has me just fucking pissed. A bottom makes me promise to send my face pic to him if he sends his. I agree. His face pic arrives. This is it. I didn’t need to blur anything. This is it in 100% glory: Sunglasses and it’s fucking tiny. Sure, he looks like he’s got a decent body. Technically, he did send me his face pic. But what the fuck?I actually purposely sent him a photo of someone else. But it was a face pic. I just didn’t say whose face pic I would send. I did fulfill my promise.Speaking of great bodies, here’s one that arrived from a bottom asking to get fucked. Now sweet as hell that looks. Muscular and perky. Great legs and back. Who wouldn’t want to fuck that?But is it him? A few e-mails later, here’s the front side at a more appropriate size (I’ve blurred his face): Now he’s not horrible looking but the legs are too thin and the waist too wide and obviously it’s not him in the original photo. What did he think? He could fool me? Or anyone?Here’s the other kind of photos that are driving me fuck-nuts bonkers: Can you see a fucking thing? Use a flash! Turn on some lights! Take the photo again. Of course, this disabled fucktard didn’t know how. I took care of it for him. A little more work and I could have make it look a little more natural but you can see this hairy bear well enough to know whether or not he’s worth your time.Finally, here’s one of my favorites. This one arrived also… Um, too good to be true, right? Yup. I’ll tell you a secret: Did you know you could search by image? Took me two seconds to discover the commercial porn site this came from. Pretty much you can take any image and see if it’s posted somewhere out there or if someone is using it.Stop fucking around with me. I’m tired of the bullshit. Be who you are or jerk off somewhere else (hey, this blog is a great place to do it, but I’d rather you click one of the ads). If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... One Week Until D-Day: Oh The Humanity! In a week, I turn 43.(If you're looking to read about sex, may I suggest you bail out now.)N... Blatino Joe Help make Mark's birthday a little better while he's out of work with a donation. Learn more abo... Straight Men Are Pigs...And Really Easy I've had my Android cell phone (and its associated number) for almost 18 months but I'll still get t... Travel Diary: The Man Who Would Be Paduwan I hesitate to write this encounter for many reasons: Since it occurred over several hours, I wil... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Welcome to iBLASTinside’s Bareback Loading Zone, the place where readers and fans of iBLASTinside.com send and post their own tales and adventures. These are all true and told to Mark who occasionally massages the writing a little if needed. Do you have a story to share? Send it to Mark*. Today’s submission comes from a versatile who doesn’t always bareback. But he ended up with a drunk 19-year-old and he just wanted that cock inside him raw. [h=1]Slipping the Condom Off a Drunk, Inexperienced, Teenaged Top[/h]I have been reading iBLASTinside for a while now. I even traded some random e-mails and pix. *I really like the “Loading Zone” stories and so thought I would share one of my own. I do not bareback all the time but it is a strong preference. I am versatile and have been with guys that lose their erection when wearing a condom. I have had that problem at times as well. I do try to do some level of risk management and not bareback or even have sex with people that seem sketchy. I know how condoms work and so I have knowingly had protected sex with guys I knew were HIV positive. *I get consistently tested and there have been times where I have taken fuck buddies with me to get tested. So with that in mind… I steathed a dude as a bottom on two occasions. I figured he was clean based on his sex history — only 19 and sex with only one other guy. *He and I had met via Manhunt and exchanged phone numbers. We text back and forth and he was very shaky about meeting up in person. On the day I got him to come over, I received a text from him in the afternoon asking how he would know that I am not a serial killer. I have no idea what I said but it was a suitable, smart-ass answer. The next text came after midnight. *He wrote he wanted to come over and fuck me. The one person he’d fucked around with tried of screwed around with caused it to hurt a lot and so he said he wouldn’t bottom. He liked my tats (I have quite a few) and really wanted to see my PA in person. *He had seen pictures but said he didn’t like that most of the dudes were older and he was excited that I had one and was close to his age (I was actually 33 but I have always looked a lot younger). He got a little lost coming to my house so he called.. and he was DRUNK! *Now I hate dealing with drunks and people on drugs. You can be a little high on weed but that is it, that is my deal breaker. But I’d spent enough time texting this dude that it was a matter of pride that we hook. I got him to the house. He was way nervous and told me he didn’t know how to start. I straddled him sitting on the sofa, kissed him and asked with a grin if that would work. After a while I stood up, took him by the hand and let him to the bedroom. He said he wanted only to top but he was pretty submissive. Nothing wrong with a submissive top, it is just not stereotypical. I threw him on the bed and stripped him. I sucked on his dick for a while and then he looked in my eyes and asked if I was sure it was ok for him to fuck me. I think he so associated bottoming with pain that he didn’t get how fun it is. He told me he wanted me to put the condom on him. I gave him a look; he smiled and said that even when he hadn’t been drinking he had trouble getting it on. His tone thin body with a nice amount of hair he was very unhappy with. I think he wanted to look like a twink and not a baby otter. I thought he was hot. I pulled out a condom, ripped it open and put it on him. *I got on top of him and rode him for a while. *He had a legit 7 inches (which in guy-speak is 10 inches cuz assholes lie). He was able to sit up with his cock inside of me and kiss me while I rubbed his chest. I love that move but it only works with dudes who are big enough. I was enjoying myself, I was. *He had a nice cock and —*while drunk and inexperienced —*was pretty good. *He then asked if I would let him fuck me doggie style. *I got in position, he lined his cock up and shoved it in hard. Ah, there is the inexperience, but whatever I had already taken it. He fucked me for a bit but had some problem hitting his rhythm and he pulled out too far and totally left my ass. Like I said I was having fun… but I really wanted to feel it raw. Unlike iBLASTinside, if I had to choose between no condom and can’t cum inside or condom partially on, and cum inside.. I am going no condom both as top and bottom. *It feels different as a bottom without the nasty latex. *I reached behind and adjusted the condom and pushed his cock back into me and pushed back on him while he thrust. *He leaned forward to lay on top of me and hammered me for a while and again pulled out too much. I reached back and adjusted the condom a bit and pulled it right off. Remember he is drunk. *And I put the cock back in me. *Now at that point I figure he had to have known what happened. *He leaned back into me and fucked me and when he told me he was gonna cum I jacked off. *I had the condom still in my hand and dumped my cum on it. *Not in it, I could not be that coordinated but I came. Once I let him pull out (I helped) he layed back on the bed. After a bit, he got a look of panic on his face and asked where the condom was. I showed him it in my hand and he said, “Oh, okay.” Now I thought I was in the clear. He hit me up over a month later. No contact between these times. He sent a text and asked if he could come over after the bar. *Said he hadn’t had sex since he fucked me and he really needed to get off. I kissed and stripped him once he got in the door and got on all fours. He was not very drunk —*not like last time. He struggled to get the condom on; he was putting it on backwards. *He asked for help so I did. *He fucked me for a while doggie style and then tried to flip me. I helped him and got on my back but he could not keep it in. I helped him get it in but fumbled around my hole on purpose and simply took the condom off again. He fucked me good and really got into it. He came so much I could feel it. I got off and he pulled out and got dressed and left. I never heard from him again. I assume he knew at least the last time and it freaked him. But who knows? He was a good fuck though. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... I Needed a Massage. I Bred Instead. I've begun a workout regiment with a personal trainer. A tragically straight personal trainer — an i... Brief Visit to Beantown Back from my tropics vacation (and much to write about) but I'm off to Boston for a quick visit. It'... 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’ve been busy. Hooking up can be work. And some of these damn fucking bottoms make it more fucking work than it’s worth just to use their asses and leave. It’s a pump and dump. What’s the fucking deal? I had to hit downtown for a couple of appointments. Using the geolocation feature on the BarebackRT.com*, a hot bottom showed up. I messaged him. He messaged back as I waited for my appointment. We had our own appointment quickly. Between my two downtown appointments, I made a two-mile detour to his house. At 45, this brown-haired athletic man stood 5-foot-11-inches. He also had an ass of death that the photos here do not do justice. When I arrived at his place, the door was open. I stepped inside, and found him ass up, back arched. I’ve seen asses that weren’t as good on twentysomethings. I unbuttoned and unzipped, him going to work on my cock. His tanned body unusual against his beautiful smooth and alabaster white ass. He’d lubed it with Gun Oil. So when he turned around, I entered smoothly. Fucking at any pace caused the same *reaction. He just begged for raw cock. I reached around I felt his slightly hairy ass, his perky tits and his chubbed up cock. I didn’t have a lot of time. So I snorted the poppers, gave him a hit and focused on popping one out. I climbed on top and let it get to the point of no return. Then I pushed my cock in and let my load go. His ass swallowed. I’d never really felt a sensation like an ass swallowing, but his did. He loved the sensation of cum. “I’ve got two more coming after you,” he said. “It’s staying in there and will go even deeper for them.” I recovered from the poppers and pulled out. My cock perfectly clean except for a little lube. I pulled my pants up, zipped up and left. I was five minutes late for my next appointment. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Deceptively Fun #8: Fat Boys So I mentioned I've moved, which now has put a damper on my sex life. Thankfully, a few DVDs and web... Bullying Continues into Adulthood I've struggled for a while to write this one. I have a lot to write about because I have a lot of ti... Latino Ass at a Glory Hole... Stealthing His Ass Inserection on Cheshire Bridge in Atlanta can be a fun destination, but it all depends on the crowd.... Video: Gloryhole Fuck at Inserection During one of my visits at Inserection*, I'm able to slide my cock into a lovely smooth bottom throu... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... The hate for barebacking is sometimes so strange. My blog is under constant attack. In August 2011, I discovered what’s called a denial of service attack . I took several countermeasures against it (I won’t say exactly how since I don’t want the folks to know how I am preventing the attack). Now comes a new attack. This one proved to be a malware**attack. This may or may not have been intentionally focused on the site. Based on my research, this type of code injection**suddenly exploded over the last few days so it might be a fault in some software or an infected plug-in. I’ve disabled features here and at the BarebackWiki and BBBH sites. It took me three days and a lot of manual cleaning (that means going into individual files and checking code to remove it). Norton or McAfee doesn’t make a scanner to clean up a website. It’s a manual process one must do step by step. Most folks with a blog would not find this process easy to accomplish. It’s complex. Google had blacklisted my sites so many people could not see them. I then had to ask Google to lift the blacklist, which it has except for a few pages on BarebackWiki. I expect those will be declared clean today. I have taken preventative measures and will be monitoring all intensively. But there’s only so much one can do. Allow me to ask you all to keep your own protections in place including a software firewall and anti-virus software. Thanks to those who altered me, especially my good friend Carl (@ch4suk on Twitter ). When he first noticed, it was tiny. But it spread. And it took me a while to figure it out. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Travel Diary: What "Brotherly Love" Means to Me... Is it bad that I think incest is hot? My next destination indicates it's a place where sibling ... Will It Get Better? Really? I've written a new page on my bullying experience that ended up costing me a job... You can view... Watch Out Northern California! Rumor has it I might (stressing might) be travelling to California next week. Just warning the San F... The Eleven Commandments of a True Bottom(by a Bottom, for All Bottoms) *Mark notes: I received this as a comment to my original post about Rage Against the Bossy Bottom*. ... More...