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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Last night was another exercise in excruciating frustration... another unavoidable crazy argument with my poor mother, who really isn't adjusting to this new reality very well and dealing with some flakiness from homos. I'm a deeply patient guy but this one thing my mom and I clashed over kinda made me snap. She's since come to an understanding today, which is nice, but last night was tough. I had set up with a very helpful neighbor some time off to blow off some steam, and yesterday afternoon had even lined up what I thought was going to be a verrrrry nice fuck session with a cute, hot-assed guy in a hotel downtown for hours last night. When the time came, mom rejected the neighbor visit, wouldn't wear the new pendant I bought her for emergencies, AND Downtown Hot-Ass told me he had someone else there at the appointed time and was no longer free. WTF! I was about to explode at this confluence of events. I tried to go out just to get some coffee and relax but with my mom refusing to wear the damn thing I couldn't do it, fearing the worst. So I turned the car around before I even drove a mile, and just stayed in, calling a friend in NYC and ranting to him for an hour and a half (thanks man), and then tried to go to bed. Lying in the bed I cycled through various apps looking at the same dudes I've been looking at since I got here a month ago. But one of them, a reasonably cute, hairy little dude who had a history of ignoring my approaches, suddenly hit me up, and he was only a few miles away. It was getting to be midnight. I decided it would help me sleep to blow a load. We left it rather vague what we'd be doing-- trading head and eating his ass, I guess. I didn't care, I just wanted to relax. Thinking I wouldn't be gone long enough for anything bad to happen, I hopped in the car and drove over. He answered the door in his underpants and was actually a bit more handsome than his pix, though the body was not quite as nice; he had extremely spindly legs. Whatever. We went through the darkened house to a darkened bedroom and made out; he told me I was a great kisser, and he wasn't half-bad himself. His breath was strongly scented with some alcohol, which was not at all unpleasant really. Something about this seemed very southern, for some reason. His chin was scruffy and very manly-shaped; I am a sucker for a nice jawline. He was pretty sensual and after he pulled my clothes off we just stroked each other's hairy bodies and made out. I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him and stroked my body against his. "Wrap your legs around me, man," I said, and he did, locking his calves behind mine tightly and never letting go. I let my dick slide down between his cheeks and felt the back of my glans-helmet stroking up and down against his hole, gently massaged by his (not very meaty but very hairy) buttocks-- that with the body contact, the kissing, the legs around me, the scent of whisky, the hair, all just made me want to cum, cum, cum. But I kept sliding against him and telling him how good it felt. I did flip him on his stomach to eat his ass, but his ass was just way, WAY too hairy, and during the whole operation he was absolutely motionless and silent-- it was like licking a carpet for no clear reward. It was kinda turning me off. I positioned myself back on the bed beside his head and waved my dick in his face for him to suck it-- he'd said my dick looked nice online-- but he held it like a microphone, exposing only the head, and sucked that with little motions; pretty much the most useless head I ever had. His iPhone kept making noises like mine, making me think about disaster at my mom's house every time. This was not much fun. But I climbed back on him and pressed hard into him, and got back into that place of contact pleasure. He kept cooing things about how hot I am, how much he wanted me from the first time he saw me (which is weird because I know he turned me down at least once), how I "win the prize" for being sensual and sexy, blablabla. "I would love to push my dick in your sweet hairy little body," I cooed back into his ear, "but I would pop right away." He said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I left him "happy, healthy, and disease free." Not the best pillow-talker, I must say. He also randomly asked me my last name halfway through the festivities, which kinda took me aback, and made a few other random comments. I told him I was happy doing what I was doing but that I kept getting close, and I would just cum all over him if he wanted. He said he wanted. So I stepped up my thrusting and fucked my dick against his until I unloaded. He asked, "So are you done when you cum?" And I told him I didn't have to be. He wanted me to finger his hole and kiss him while he beat off. He also said, "I do believe the word 'trade' was used when discussing sucking dick," while looking me in the eye. It had been, but his dick was a little weird-looking, as if it had been pumped (a huge pet peeve of mine; the dick is a beautiful thing and pumps completely deform dick). I decided he'd helped me in an hour of need, so I sucked him a bit. But then he was asking for more rimming, and I told him, "I will not bullshit you, I just am not into it." He tsk-tsked, and I said, "I forfeit my prize, don't I?" And I made out with him more and fingered his hole, but apparently I was doing it wrong. Like the guy up in the college town the other night, he grabbed my hand and tried to direct everything, which I really loathe. "We can be here till sunup," he said. "I'm trying to help you." "You dudes and your boutique needs!" I said jokingly. I think this deeply annoyed him. He gave up. I gave up. We talked a bit as I got dressed. He said he had once been in a similar situation with his father that I am in with my mother. He constantly asked if I would come back and fuck him. I remained coy. "I can see you're not romantic after you come!" he said. "Typical Yankee!" I of course grew up here, and told him so, having only lived in NYC for three years. I wondered a bit whether this was genuinely a Yankee trait, even. Southerners have such weird chips on their shoulders over the whole thing. I left without promising him much. He texted me before I even drove all the way home, saying thanks and he hoped I enjoyed it too. I sent a polite answer. Hard to know how to summarize this or wrap it up. I am so not in the present right now. Even with the bad environment, the not-very-cute guys, all that, I could normally eke out some pleasure from this place. But the way things are right now, I can only go through the motions. There are signs things may slowly improve from here on out. I hope so. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Down in the desert a couple of weekends ago, I couldn't pass up the chance to hit pspigslut's bareback party on the north end of town. Now I've seen pornstars there before but usually I don't give out names unless I know the guy personally and know that he would be all right with my blogging about it. I hadn't met Cameron before although I knew and admired his work which goes back a few years now, mostly as a bottom with his partner Tony DeAngelo. Their website Bareback Masters has been a fixture on the bareback video scene for years, and as far as I know, is the only porn studio working out of Pismo Beach, an unpretentious little California beach town on the central coast about half-way between San Francisco and Los Angeles. Pismo is the way Newport Beach must have been in the 1950's. Both guys are openly poz barebackers and their stable of models reflects their catholic taste in men...there are some big name stars and starlets ready to break out, all hot. There's a lot of toxic jism streaming at Bareback Masters. The party in Palm Springs was the first one with decent enough weather for nightime outside play, but nobody was outside...so that made for a lot of close-in communal activity. I was getting my share of dick, but I was waiting for a particular top who had RSVP'd on the Barebackrt party list, since he had fucked me before and I like his schtick: white trailer trash longhair motorcycle top slut who fucks anything that moves. He happens to be a very nice guy. One time we were talking about his plans to complete a Craigslist hookup at the local Motel 6, and he could put all his sentences together, and he sounded like a considerate type. But I like his biker shit and wanted that poz dick up my butt in a very bad way. Cameron showed up a little late and I recognized him right away. He was getting a lot of dick and doing some topping, too. I went up and introduced myself, told him what a fan I was. Note: Cam is much handsomer in person and his personality comes across as it does not on video. Of course, he doesn't say much in his videos: he leaves the communicating to his magnificent butthole...check out the website for a good look. He also looks somewhat thinner, as the camera does make you look thicker or heavier, but in person Cameron Cruise is a slim, hot sex machine. We chatted for a bit and then split up; after all this was a sex party. From the sexpad, I could see the undressing room, and noticed the cycle slut had arrived finally...way later than usual, and it's getting past my bedtime. He usually doesn't take much off, and adheres pretty much to the leather code, always keeps his hat and boots on. So here I was, hoping to take that white trash schlong up my shithole, when the dude takes one look at Cam and he's off in Cam's direction, where I concluded he'd take his time and not be interested in anybody else after fucking some Cameron Cruise ass. That was when I just bagged it, hoping that Cam wouldn't make it to the next party. Like I said, it was way past my bedtime. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Whew... my old computer was giving me fits and not cooperating at all...now I have a brand new laptop and it is time to catch up! So, a bit of some action that has happened recently... A couple of weeks ago my husband and I went out to one of my favorite late night action bars. After we had our cocktails, I headed out back to see who or what I could find. All around the room there were cocks being sucked, stroked and in a coupe of instances even being pounded into willing holes. I walked into the crowd and started to scope out the meat. Three hot guys were in a semi circle, all with cocks out and a willing sucker on his knees. I recall that they were all blonde, but the best part was that they looked like either college frat brothers, or maybe teammates from their college football team...all built, hot and hung. As I stepped closer, the cocksucker knew me and beckoned for me to join/take over some of the cocks. Well, no need to ask me twice. I got right in there and started on the closest cock. Thick, cut and I would guess a good 8.5 inches of hot young stud meat. I started to deep throat and work all that I could into my mouth. Now, as I said there were three, so while I was getting this one all primed and pumped the other two guys were stroking and being handled by others. After a coupe of minutes, my blonde frat guy handed me over to his friend and told them to let me suck his cock for a bit. Ah, the joys of being on your knees with three hung cocks hovering over you... I took the second cock, and he was equally well hung, and had some hot bouncing balls that I enjoyed feeling with my extra hand. After a couple of minutes on him, it was time for another. As I was down there, with mouth full of another cock I heard the others commenting - "he is good" and "can't wait to cum". When the first guy was close to cumming he pulled me over and let me know it was going to be a big load and to get ready. I opened my mouth to give my access... Well, sometimes the best plans need some tweaking - he shot a load alright, but it was thick and large enought that some hit my cheeks and mouth. Now, you all know that I do NOT mind that at all. Not waiting to waste a second, I went back to another of the frat guys and sucked his cock a few more times - yes, with the first load still on my lips and on my face. That was just enough, because now it was time for cock #2 to unload. Seeing his buddy's load still glistening on my face might have given him a clue, because he did not even try for the mouth, he just let his load fly at my face and land where it would. Fuck, that was hot! Well, the third guy was a bit more shy about shooting, but he was also grinning as he watched his buddies loads start to run into my beard. I leaned back and let another load join. Then they helped me to my feet and I started to make my way back to my husband. Well, suddenly there is a wall of hairy bear in front of me...and I am not kidding...he must have been about 6 foot 4, a good 275 pounds of muscle and HAIRY. He was standing near a woman that has seen my face and the loads being added. She politely said that her friend "Harry" needed attention. Well, I was so high on cum, that even a female did not distract me and I said sure. Harry undid his pants and pulled out a thick pierced cock. I know that some men are scared to death of a pierced cock, but I am not one...and I told him to get ready. I leaned right over and swallowed every inch. He may not have been expecting it because he did get instantly rock hard. Not being too shy when it comes to public cock, I was having a bit of fun swallowing this man's cock while his girlfriend was adding some commentary. I don't know if she really expected me to follow orders, but she was asking to see me take it all, so we moved a bit and I let his cock come out and then swallowed him back to the balls. After a few minutes of it, I stood up just to get some air and say hello to the guy standing next to me - he had been there the whole time and I thought he may be with the guy and girl. Yep, as I asked if he needed to be sucked, his reply was "that was my husband's cock in your mouth". So, of course I had to say "Thank you, my husband appreciates you sharing it with me" and we all laughed. Later when we were all outside, I picked up that they were all together - not sure if it was as friends with benefits or a bisexual triad...either way, it was a memorable night. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Went over to a fuck buddy's place last night, I got there and his buddy was bound and kneeling in the corner, hooded and wearing rubber chaps. My fuck buddy undressed and got on his knees and started sniffing my crotch, he had his buddy sniff me. They said they loved the way I smelled down there, my buddy took my dick into his mouth for a bit, but i wasn't interested in getting blown, I picked him up and threw him on the bed, and dove into his sweet boyhole, licking, probing with my tongue. I slammed my dick inside his hole, earlier in the day, he told me he wanted it rough, he wanted to be fucked hard. I was more than ready to deliver on his cute little ass. I held him down and slammed my hole into him, then I had him flip over, I continued to nail him. He asked me to pull out so his buddy to taste his ass on my cock, I did. His buddy sucked my cock, and I went back to fucking my buddy. At one point, i pull out, and he is sucking my dick, now tasting his own hole on my cock, while his buddy ate his hole out, my buddy got on my dick and rode me, then I flipped him over and fucked him. I pulled out, he told me his ass felt like it was on fire. I sat in his rimchair, and his buddy sniffed then tongue fucked my hole, while my buddy and I made out, and he sucked my cock. THAT FELT AMAZING!! When my buddy's hole cooled down a bit, I laid him back on the bed, got back in his cunt, and I nailed him hard, we kissed, I told him that i was going to poz his cunt, infect his hole and make him mine. He was in a daze, he was loving it. "Charge up my cunt, no, it's YOUR cunt, charge it up!!!" I unloaded a huge load in his ass, just what I had needed all day, he sat in the rim chair, and his buddy sniffed his cum filled ass. Then gave me a ride home... my buddy had his pants down the entire time, and my finger was in his cummy and fucked, puffy hole. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... i was up early and couldn't sleep...could only think of sucking cock and getting a big load sprayed in my face. so i faced a choice...stroke out a load myself or get up and look for cock to come to me. i did the latter and posted on craigslist. knowing that it was super early (like 5am) and that my hotel was on a busy commuter route i was going for the "on the way to work and super-horny for a warm mouth" guy out there. turns out i connected with an "worked all night and on my way home" super-horny guy that was only 10 minutes away. after some e-mail back and forth i got perched on a chair naked and blindfolded with door open and the lights down low. sniffing poppers my cock was as rigid as when i first woke up. i sat in the quiet and darkness thinking about how horny this man must be and how much pleasure my warm mouth was going to give him and how much relief he was going to get by emptying his cum-congested nuts down my sucking throat. he stepped into the hotel room quietly shed his pants and shirt. within seconds i had the stranger's bulging crotch in my face, with a nice fat 7.5 in cock bulging in his underwear. i savored the moment and took a hit of poppers as i pressed my face into his crotch and mouthed my tongue and warm breath on his cockhead, shaft, and balls through the fabric. his cock got harder and the head poked out of the elastic band and my warm wet mouth found it and using only my mouth i pulled his cock out of his underwear. i took my time and wasn't rushed. he sighed deeply when i got my warm wet mouth around the last 3 inches of his cock, using my tongue and lips to suckle his fat head. he shivered and put his hand on the back of my head to show his appreciation for the attention his cock was getting and to guide me in my cocksucking efforts. an unspoken bond was formed between me as the cocksucker and him as the cocksuckee. we understood each other perfectly. he rubbed my head as i slowly slid his cock further and further into my mouth...getting it wet and pushing the head against the back of my throat. he must have wondered if he could get down my throat as i pressed my head further down with his guiding hand...and i assured him of my cocksucking talent by opening up my throat and easing his cock deeper into my throat. that caused a slight grunt and an insistent pushing of my head down further as my throat muscles flexed and gripped at the fat cockhead lodged in my throat. pulling back for breath i sucked harder and tasted his salty pre-cum on my tongue. he whispered "i've got a big 5-day load i need to unload and you're going to get it soon". that was music to my ears and i showed him my eagerness by mouthing his cockhead with my lips and tongue and pulling more pre-cum from his dick and onto my lips. i had yet to touch his cock or balls with my hands....only giving him attention with my mouth so far. this is how slutty cocksuckers show their feeder that they intend to give serious head. i worked my way down his shaft with my tongue and found his big cum-congested nuts. using first my wet tongue on them and then drawing one and then both into my warm mouth i felt him press my head harder into his crotch...welcoming his guidance for my cocksucking efforts. he showed his appreciation by holding my head down and humping his balls into my mouth....i couldn't breath and loved it. eventually i pulled back and got his cockhead back in my mouth. it was time to really suck cock. i reached up and pulled on his balls and then gripped the base of his cock and squeezed. his cock stiffened further and the fat head in my mouth swelled. i began a suctioning and a rhythm as i bobbed my head on the last 4 inches of his cock. his cock slipped down my throat a few times as i took him deep and my lips pushed into his wiry pubic hair. his balls bounced on my chin as he held my head down and he humped my throat. pulling back my spit dripped from my chin and i pulled on his wet cock with my hand. he moaned a low groan and i felt his nuts pull up tight against his body...a sure sign he was ready to unleash his creamy reward. i began a slow pulling and sucking motion as i alternated between using my throat muscles to milk his cock and pulled a vacuum on the head of his cock. i felt him grip my had as he started to instinctively fuck my mouth and murmured a low grunt. i felt and tasted the first pump of his ejaculate rocket up the shaft of his cock and explode in my mouth. i was then held down onto his cock by the hand on the back of my head and the next few volleys got pumped straight down my sucking throat and into my gut. spunk leaked out of the corners of my mouth as i couldn't keep up with the volume of his load. i pulled back and got another mouthful...and then i pulled off his cock completely and got a few jets of spunk sprayed in my face...rubbing his spurting cock on my cheeks, lips and chin. soon his sperm was dripping onto my chest and i got the him back in my mouth and i suckled the last few weakening jets of of cum in my swallowing mouth. his cock stayed hard as i squeezed the base and pulled a suction on the end of his cock to get the last of his load. it was a big creamy load of spunk that filled my mouth and belly, and dripped from my lips and chin and onto my chest. he grunted his satisfaction as i quietly suckled the last remnants of his load from his emptied nuts. i got his still hard cock down my throat and used my warm cummy mouth to milk the last of his load from his nuts. finally pulling back he withdrew his deflating cock and released my head, grunting with satisfaction of his release. his cock dangled from his crotch and i used my tongue to clean the last of his cum and my spit from the deflating shaft and head. what a great load i just milked from a great responsive cock. it took all of maybe 10 minutes, but it was a great 10 minutes of cocksucking and a great ending. now i sit stroking and typing this blog entry with his creamy spunk seed drying on my chin....unnnngggghhhhhh....and i finally get my release mixing my cum with his on my chest! 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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I finally got to blow this huge frustrated pent-up load I've been carrying in my nuts since last night's debacle with Bossy Bottom of the Levant! I came huge in a guy with horrible froggy face pictures and body shots that looked sorta good but were from odd enough angles and with bad enough lenses that I wondered whether they were artful (=deceitful). But today after a very frustrating errand and a bizarre argument with my mom-- whom I must be very patient with, as she's pretty confused after a stroke, but who also drives me bat-shit crazy sometimes-- I just wanted to get the fuck out and ejaculate down someone's throat so I could fucking think. So I got online, saw him there, knew he was free to host in the afternoons only, and asked him if he wanted me to go cum in him. He said sure, gave me his number, and I drove over. He was barely three miles away on the same road my mom lives off. So at least it would be an easy orgasm, even if he didn't look like much. Well, he was that rarest of breeds (especially here in this southern city full of skanks)-- the guy who looks a lot better than his pictures. His body was awesome-- small, compact, very muscular, huge fleshy nips, tight little waist, meaty arms, thick neck. I really liked his ears-- it's crazy but when a guy has nicely shaped ears, it makes my dick swell. (My husband's ears completely mesmerized me during our first few dates and they still make me feel good whenever he looks at me from a certain angle that shows them off. I'm weird.) I was a half hour late because of the crazy argument, and full of blustery aggravation from all that's happened in the past three weeks which I had to dispense, so I breezed into his apartment and told him I was sorry to be late, my time was not my own, my life was out of control, yadda yadda. He seemed amused and sympathetic and looked up to me like I was a giant cranky slab of steak when I lumbered up to him, grabbed his waist, pulled him to me, and pushed my face into his. He kissed me really nicely for a jocky dude's dude. He was clearly very into me which was again a very nice change after last night. He was wearing a tight lycra armless workout shirt and some workout shorts. His head was buzzed close to his scalp and his face, while not classically handsome, looked pretty manly and nice. This dude definitely needs new pix. He's another dude who hits on me most of the times when I come down but I never took him up on it because of how he looked. If I'd known I would have juiced up his guts a half a dozen times by now. Totally the kind of dude I like to fuck. Fucking wasn't going to be on the menu today, though. He started on his knees sucking my knob nice and slow, the contact making my knees buckle, and got me very hard very quickly. I pulled him up to me by his arms and sucked his face some more, and chewed on his neck and ear while he told me how hot I was and how much he loved my dick, and I asked if he was gonna take it in his ass. "Are we gonna do that today, dude?" he asked. "I totally wanna fuck you," I said into his ear, and bit his neck some more hoping to persuade him that he needed my spooging tool inside him. "I want you to come back and fuck me sometime we're not in a hurry man," he said, "come back and fuck me all day long." I knew I wouldn't last long anyway, and figured this seemed like a good deal if it was for real, so I told him that was cool. "So you'll just swallow me down today," I suggested, and he said "Oh yeah, I want that load man, I want this dick cumming in my throat," and he knelt back down and gave me some more pleasure. I sat back and let him work me to the edge, which didn't take long after being teased for so long with no release last night, and I told him where I was. "Keep me there, man, this is what I wanna feel, don't make me cum yet," I begged, and he obeyed, swirling and swirling around my dickhead making my tool harder and harder and harder, harder than it's been in a long time. It felt like my dick would just take off and land on the moon. I kept slowing him down then letting him build it back up again. But then as my dick ached and engorged to an insane degree, I just relaxed all the muscles in my body and let him do whatever he could to me. And the pressure became unbearable till it welled up in me and overflowed and my dick took control of me, firing like a bazooka. Shot after hard shot went into the meaty little dude, and he was in hog heaven, squealing with delight at my salty thick deliveries. "Don't stop man, keep it up, I'm still cumming," I said, and he didn't, and it was fucking awesome. He drained me dry. When I was done orgasming, I just laughed and laughed. The release was so good, it was all I could think to do. "That was fucking awesome," he said, and I agreed. I stood up, grabbed him, and chewed his neck again. "I can't wait to fuck that ass," I growled in his ear. "I don't get a lot of free time, but when I do, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you." He said he couldn't wait and I believed him. After that I checked on my mom and went to the gym for a bit to blow off a little more steam before coming back into the never-ending spiral of need here. After ten minutes or so of bouncing on the cross trainer, I texted the little meaty dude, saying, "I feel ten pounds lighter, man. Thanks again." Before I clicked send, I realized I was about to send that to my mom's speech therapist. That would have been awkward! I deleted it and typed it again, to him this time, and sent it. He said, "My kinda man." Nice! We exchanged a few more inane horny texts about how I was gonna plow his body like a yeoman's field, and I finished my workout and left the gym with a spring in my step. Mom was a bit better when I got back, but crap keeps coming up and adding to my endless to-do list. It's heating up down here already and when we first turned on the AC this afternoon, it blew hot. So now I get to arrange repairs to that. It never ends. I'm gonna break my usual rule and make it a priority to fuck some cum into this little dude. I truly can't wait... there are not enough meaty short dudes out there who want to let a top manhandle him and flood him with sperm. I gotta take advantage. Wish me luck! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I met Jonathan Klein through a barebackrt hookup. At the time, he was still living in a rather large nondescript wood frame house at the end of the Castro streetcar line. He was hosting, but by the time I got there, he wasn't up to sex. Now I have been refused by the host a couple of times in my bareback career, but never before in such a gracious manner. Jonathan had changed his mind about sex...at least about sex with me...but he offered me a soda and we had an engaging chat in his kitchen. He's a slightly burly, bearish guy, and he was dressed in a filled out tee, sweatpants and socks. He couldn't have been nicer and I really wanted him to fuck me because I had already watched him in action. I recognized him as soon as I saw him in person, after a slight inkling based on his profile headshot. Erich Lange filmed Jonathan fucking Max Holden in the Treasure Island Media video, 'Fucking Crazy' a few years back. 'Fucking Crazy' was actually a documentation of an erstwhile San Francisco gangbang phenomenon, the Cute Boy Bareback Party. If you don't know this video, check it out and the format of the CuteBoy will be explained to you. Jonathan was a regular at these parties, I think, stuffing his pozdick up the asses of some of the legendary bottoms of our time: Jeff Palmer, Sean Storm, Rob Rodin, Max Holden among them. Then I was walking up 18th St. in the Castro one day and passed maybe the last, full-service old school travel agency in the whole world: Now Voyager Travel (the title taken from the famous Bette Davis movie) and there sat Jonathan at his computer, providing the personal service for which he was well known. I had occasion to pass Now Voyager many times since, and just about every time Jonathan was there, working his ass off for his loyal clients. It follows that he was well-known in the gay business community and well beyond Castro Village. And of course, I wasn't the only guy who met him through barebackrt. It turns out that the building has been sold recently and the future of Now Voyager uncertain. Jonathan had also recently taken a buyout for his Castro apartment (rather than fight an eviction) and had moved to Bernal Heights, a desirable rustic cottagey hill neighborhood a bit removed from the gayness of the Castro. He had turned 60, and he was poz, two factors which the local gaypaper Bay Area Reporter seemed to take as negatives contributing to depression. Alas, suicide is often impulsive and always final. I wish Jonathan had gone online to solicit a hot ass to fuck, rather than to make that last trip to the Golden Gate Bridge. In short, his life didn't have to end this way, despite all these setbacks ganging up on him. The last time I saw Jonathan was around 2011 at a Jayson Park video shoot at the Playspace on Folsom St. Jonathan was in line to have his turn with Jayson's fine ass. We said 'hi' but not much else, though Jonathan did feel me up nicely. He seemed his old friendly self. I left before Jonathan did, but I assume that Jayson did get some of Jonathan's poz seed planted deep in his ass, but regrettably, I don't recall seeing it in the video, but I could be wrong. It's always sad when a good men elects to end his life prematurely, and in this case, the world is worse off for his departure. R.I.P., Jonathan. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had an aborted fuck with a rather sensuous, meaty middle eastern guy (Turkish, I think) on a twin bed in a dorm room of a college about 30 miles north of here. He has hit me up most times I come to visit for years, byt I never found the idea of fucking a college student in his dorm room 30 miles away appealing, though his ass was a true phenomenon in his pictures. But tonight I had another free night as a neighbor wanted to sit with my mom, and I wanted desperately to get off, and he was low-hanging fruit. I texted him at the number he has pushed on me a zillion times and asked if he still wanted it; he said yes and told me how to meet him, in a parking lot near his dorm where he would come down and meet me. Felt a little shady but I went with it. It was a beautiful night for a drive with the top down as the sun set. Ejaculation, however, was not in the cards, as I will explain. I arrived at the parking lot a little early. This college has a beautiful campus, and I had actually considered applying there after a visit there for a math competition when I was in high school. (Yes, I was a nerd, and no, I didn't win anything at that particular one.) I waited in my car listening to music until he showed up. He was a little beefier than his pictures, and rather better looking. He had a strangely effeminate-yet-manly manner which I had trouble working out. He had a clipped, international-euro accent, and his voice was messed up, he said, from screaming enthusiasm at some kind of dance performance the night before. I could barely understand anything he said. He was acting a little distant but was chatty too. I patted his ass in the parking lot brazenly and I think it freaked him out. But there was something irresistible to me about being that forward and proprietary in public with a kid young enough to be my son. He led me to his dorm room in a nice historical building right on the quad, down a long hallway which inevitably reeked of popcorn-- a detail I had forgotten over twenty years ago but which brought memories flooding back. His room was 313, which is made up of two of my lucky numbers. I was feeling pretty good! Once inside, however, he laid back on the bed right away, and kicked off his pants, idly fingering his dick. I took this as a bad sign-- it could have just been a languorous mediterranean pose but to me it promised a lousy lay, somehow. While he was extremely enthusiastic trying to seduce me up there online, I find that bottoms who are that low-key in person don't have the enthusiasm for my dick that I require to be really turned on. I leaned over and kissed him and brushed my lips against his neck, and he virtually meowed. But he also turned his face from mine, making me paranoid about my breath. But he was moaning like crazy, as if he was enjoying my attentions. Weird. I pulled off my own shorts and turned his head back to me, still standing over him, and stuck my thickening tool in his mouth. He sucked me pretty nicely, actually, and I was getting into it, when he made a kind of gesture with his lips that somehow seemed to signify, "That is all your are going to get tonight, I hope you enjoyed it." I tried to force more kisses out of him but got nowhere, so I climbed on top of him and slowly lowered my body on his, sucking his nips the whole time. This sent him into orbit, slowly rubbing his hugely meaty, hairy thighs along my with a wonderful sensuous stroke, but he resisted my kisses completely. It was a very weird combination of pushing and pulling. But I kept at him. His body was very appealing even though it was a little overripe for me. His ass was insane and I kept cupping it in my hands under his thighs against the bed. He liked this and seemed to want me to finger him; he pulled my hands up to his mouth, sucked them to get them wet, then pushed them back down. He had asked for poppers before I came but I said I didn't have any, and I wondered if he would be too tight. But he wasn't-- he felt beautifully accommodating. I fingered his gland and he writhed and moaned and whispered a steady stream of incomprehensible gibberish. I commanded him to flip over, which he did so slowly it was more like a kind of bodily pouting. And the sight from behind was pretty amazing. I ate and ate and ate his ass, licking his cleft, sucking his extremely tiny balls, licking between his legs and biting his buttocks, and he moaned and lost control of his muscles and began actually oozing off the bed slowly, one thigh sinking glacially to the floor. At one point I could make out actual enunciated English, when he said "You have eaten out women before haven't you." I stopped and pulled my head up and said, "Well, it's been a really long time, but yeah, I have. Do you feel like I'm giving you a pussy?" And he moaned and laid his head back down and whimpered something about how I was indeed turning his ass into a pussy with my skill. Outside, a noisy ball game of some sort began, with frat boys hooting the way frat boys do, grunts and growls and cheers carried in on the breeze through the open window. The bed was far too small for proper sex and the fitted sheet had popped off a corner the mattress, revealing the ubiquitous striped cover dorm mattresses have-- another forgotten detail. I was beginning to feel absolutely ridiculous. But all I really cared about was deep-dicking and spooging in that ass. I flipped him back and fingered him some more, with two fingers this time, and then decided to stick in my tool. I slicked it up and pushed against his hole and it sank in beautifully. His body was unbelievably slick and warm inside, making my erection sing and drawing the pressure and heat out of its turgid length into his body. It felt like there was a limitless warm, humid sexual cosmos inexplicably lodged the square inches of his colon. My eyeballs sizzled in my head and I slid innnnn and ouuuut of him slowly, feeling like my nuts would explode into grapeshot instantly. He felt fucking amazing. And yet he was grimacing and pushing me back and trying to adjust my body and fretting. I asked, "Does it hurt??" not comprehending how that was possible; it felt to me like my dick was a stick of butter on a red-hot teflon pan. He nodded and made weird hand signals and twisted and pushed and turned and told me it "has to be horizontal" and pushing my thighs together like I was praying and hiking himself up on me like I had the lap of Santa Claus. He forcibly put my hands on his chest, like I was giving CPR. Then he nodded, satisfied with the position, and sucked my dick into his guts deeper. "I can't fuck you like this!" I whined from my absurdly straitjacketed position. It was like some crazy charm school exercise, where you have to walk with a book balanced on your head. He pulled off of me, pushed my hands down there, and told me to finger him more. From then on it was nonstop guiding my hands, pushing my body, writhing with his eyes closed, inaudible commands coming one after the other, twisting away from me and then wrapping himself around me like kudzu. I finally lay beside him, stroking his body while his head rolled around, and slowly losing my erection. About 40 minutes of this had passed and I kept wondering when I would just stand up and leave. The cheering outside reached an orgasmic pitch, contrasting sharply with what was going on inside this room. Finally I patted his stomach and said, "I think I'm going to go." "Did you cum?" he asked me, and I shook my head and set my mouth firm. He didn't seem confused or concerned. He got up with me and began scrolling through his phone as I put my clothes on. I was rather dismayed. "Was this not what you expected?" I asked, rather pitifully. He said "It's not that... I just am very, I guess, specific in what I want." I'll say! As I put on my shorts again and buckled my belt, my balls began wailing that first long clarinet glissando of Rhapsody in Blue. This was very cruel to do to them in their already neglected state. I let myself out without much fanfare and somehow made it back to my car unaccompanied. I sat there in the dark parking lot with the top down, looking on various apps to see if there was anyone nearby I could do an emergency cum in. No one was biting, as expected. But there was great music playing on the radio-- the Editors, a silly Parquet Courts song I like that reminds me of home, Television's Marquee Moon. The sky was brilliant and clear and kids were passing by in twos and threes, talking animatedly in the dark. I had loved being in college, and went to a campus not much different than this one, and the music and the air and the moon and stars reminded me of that heady time. In front of me the vegetation exhaled obnoxiously fragrant perfume into the night air, overflowing the way only southern vegetation can in the springtime: shrubs burdened with blossoms, rampant vines extending before your very eyes and oozing sweet sap everywhere, sugary dew forming on tender new leaves. I didn't want to go, so I sat there for about a half an hour, just drinking it in. The drive home was chilly and a little melancholy, as I fretted about my mom and what will happen to her. I exited the interstate and took a long way home through town, going past some old landmarks that seem overwhelmingly tired to me now. Passing the park where I used to go to the pool in the summer with my sister and feed ducks and ride paddle boats, I looked into the trees, wondering if it was still as cruisy as I'd heard it once had been. Just as I did that, the red pickup hurtling beside me on the road suddenly dropped back to keep exact pace with me, keeping me right in its blind spot, then slowly inching back. I was being car cruised! I couldn't believe it. It was too dark to make out the driver, to see if he was cute or not. Would I really pull over for a guy in a red pickup to suck the cum out of my dick, which had just been inside a hairy 23 year old an hour before? We caught up together evenly at the next red light, but I wasn't gonna play; I pulled out my phone and dicked around with it till the light turned green, resisting the urge to look over, and the pickup tore off again, apparently deciding I wasn't worth it. Of course now I wish I had done something, to give this a better ending. Instead, I just came right home, dismissed my mom's neighbor, ate some potato salad out of the fridge, and sat down to write you all. Now my nuts are overflowing with juice. The grind of care-giving begins again. But I'm happy to do it, to spend this time doing something that is obviously good. I've always been happy being teased. It just means whoever gets me next is going to be fucking plastered with cum, is all. And that will be fun. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... A very sexy bottom was taking loads Friday night, he lives a few blocks over from me, I walked over about an hour after it began, his bf opened the boy and lead me to the room, where his sexy tanned bubble butt was in the air, I immediately began eating the cumloads from his sweet used ass, sliding my tongue up as deep as it would go, tasting the sweet anon semen. I stood up and he lubed up my dick, and i slid into him while he blew his boyfriend, I pinned him down and began using him hard, his bf was excited watching me use his boy as hard as I wanted to. The bottom moaned that my thick cock was stretching his ass out, and the bf pet him lovingly as i used him and made him cry out, I placed my hands at the small of his back, and began to drill fuck his hole, nailing him, making the cum froth up on my cock. "YOU WANT THIS POZ LOAD IN YOUR CUNT, DONT YOU!!!" He moaned, his bf said "Fuck yeah, charge up his fucking cunt" The bottom was throwing his head up and crying out loudly as I nailed him, I pounded his bouncy bubbly ass, as his sexy bf egged me on to charge up his cunt with my toxic seed. I finally let loose a huge load of cum, having not blown in a few days, I really did need to use a hot hole like that. I exchanged numbers with the bf, and he said he'll call me over to use his bf's hole again. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had another evening off, as a neighbor was eager to stay with my mom for much of the night, and of course I took the opportunity to run off and get my dick sucked again. I only had a few hours to myself and really don't have the time, energy, or inclination here to cruise a lot and find the ideal sex partner. So after casting about for 45 minutes or so I settled on a guy who is well over a half hour drive away, a few towns north of here, who looked cute in his pictures (body shots conspicuously missing) and said all the right things. Driving up there I felt ridiculous-- a 40 minute drive for a blowjob! But mostly I'm rather numb... there are so many frustrating things going on, even unrelated to my mom's health, that my brain is rather mush. The constrained free time and opportunity to have some physical release made me feel like a starving man given just a crust of bread, clutching it to his chest; the whole drive up there I was speeding and wondering if I'd get a call that would make me have to go back home. When I arrived the street was pretty dark and it was not clear which house was his. I actually went up to the wrong one first; a big fat dude came out and I thought "Oh, fuck," thinking I'd been hoodwinked by fake pictures, but it just turned out to be the suspicious, dumb owner of the house two doors down, who was suspicious and dumb in the way only a suspicious, dumb Southerner can be. I asked if it was the number I was looking for, and he said no, suspiciously giving me the actual number, and I apologized and realized I went the wrong way at the next house. I made it to the correct house, and the guy was OK if Not As Cute As Picture. But I just needed my dick sucked. He did a good job. His body was really, really not appealing. But he put in the time and treated my dick right. My usual schtick seemed to be sending him into orbit-- I don't think of myself as a very good verbal-porny talker, and when guys ask me if I'm verbal I cringe a bit and feel like maybe I shouldn't get with them. But halfway through our long, extended session, he looked up from my groin, which he had been eagerly feasting on and rubbing his face all in, and said "I don't get with a lot of guys like you... aggressive, but passionate and affectionate too." Whatever, dude, please don't stop sucking my dick. After a while he got so hot and bothered he started lubing up my dick and getting it very near his hole, which I had been fingering idly a bit earlier as he sucked me from the side with his somewhat decently round ass sticking out right at my arm's length. I took the cue and shoved it into him and he rode it a bit, then I commanded him onto all fours, mounted him from behind-- his legs were rather long so I had to squat to fuck him properly-- and drilled him hard, twisting atop him like a cowboy on a steer. He was extremely dry inside so this didn't go on for too long. I flopped back, really not wanting to exert myself this much, and he told me to go wash my dick off and he resumed blowing the fuck out of me. He got into a pretty good groove eventually, tonguing my hot spot just right, and I felt a different kind of numb... the room (which I'd told him on my way up to light with "mood lighting", so it was dark except for candles) faded away and all I was thinking about was my own dick. And then I couldn't stay on that edge any more, and I unloaded in him, as hard as I had hoped. It was a doubly-long orgasm and he made exclamatory hoots with every jet that entered him. He had asked me what was going on when I showed up, and in a kind of mental exhaustion I'd pretty much told him, and he seemed to want to discuss it, but I had said, "How about you get me off, and we talk about it after. I promise I'm not the kind of guy who just jumps up and leaves." But tonight I really rather wanted to. He was pretty queeny and not all that attractive, though he was enthralled with me all right. I dutifully told him more detail and he made sympathetic cooing noises, but at this point I was making myself pretty depressed. Eventually I knew it had gotten much later than I'd wanted it to and I had to go relieve the neighbor (who is a lovely woman that told me "You have no curfew" but whom I would have felt bad making stay past midnight). I got back around 11:40 and relieved her. My mom is not having a very good night. And I'm not sure I will either. But I did get a little break. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here That is what I felt like - not that it stopped me. He was 27 and for the record, he contacted me, not the other way around. I think last time I did a 27 year old, I was in my teens. Younger doesn't hold that much appeal for me, though I know I'm getting to a point where it will have to be younger, or the others will just keep breaking hips. It's sad to call 9-1-1 to get them help and then flee before the ambulance arrives. The kid wasn't bad, except for what would be his smaller penis. Fully erect he might have just been under 5". ...and I'm being generous. He was tall, he was built, and he was a quiet sort. Not much to say, not much to groan or moan about either. Initially he went down on me and he was good at what he did with his mouth. I went down on him as he sat back in a chair. Eventually my fingers found their way to his ass. One, then two, slipped in with no effort. For whatever reason, I was rock hard. I leaned up and slid my cock right into him. He had no problems taking it at all. But after a few minutes, he wanted me out. Story of my topping life, no? It is all good, as he came over to fuck me - which is why I accepted his chat invite. The entire thing was fine, but nothing more. You saw my above comment on his size and while it shouldn't matter - every now and again it does. I also couldn't help get over the fact that I was kind of old enough to be his father. Maybe he was me 20 years ago, really liking older men. Nothing wrong with that. I just didn't want to be the older man. So, I sat on him and road his cock.....until I put him over the edge. Soon enough he was gone - never to be heard from again. More...

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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Like most travelling business sluts, I try to make every penny invested, in the hotel room. return a dividend in the form of hot sex. After spending way too many hours trading e-mails and text messages with one Chatty Matty after another, I retired that game around 2 a.m. and went for a couple of hours of sleep before hustling the morning commuter market. Checkout time was gonna be at 11 a.m. I did not break my fast, so I would need only a quick clean check and be ready for dick, not wasting valuable time cleaning out. This strategy did pay off, as I wrote in Part One, a tall professional type nailed my ass around 8 a.m. I left my door unlocked, my lubed ass was in the air, this dude walked in and he fucked my ass while I never saw his face. It took 5 minutes, it was great, it was living porn. His breeding me made me feel like a 'fabulous farm animal,' a quote from one of my favorite movies. Since being a slut is all about quality AND quantity, and since I still had a couple of hours of room time, I returned to the search. One guy had texted me about 6 or 7 times while I slept, and while I had written him off as just another Chatty Matty, I decided what the hell...I texted him back. He was an hour away. It was morning rush hour. He was on his way. Yeah, right. I kept lookin' online. But damned if he didn't show up: a not young, not old black dude, lanky, wearing a black cap over his longish hair. I thought he was OK and liked him right away. I had been playing around with my IPad, teaching myself how to record myself, and I jury-rigged a setup with the IPad on a table, braced up so we'd get a good view of the bed. I sucked on this dude's dick: it was plump and slightly curved, not all that big to start but we got him to a nice kingsize, and he liked to move around so he was able to eat my ass while I worked on his joystick...being a 5-6 bottom with a much taller top allows for a lot of sex options. This dude really loved eating ass...he had me twisted like a pretzel while his tongue probed my sweaty manhole while I did my best to push out tall guy's cum. I just hope I don't fart too loud. Well, I didn't fart...it was more of a wet squish and a load of poz cum oozed out of my hole. This was too much for black daddy. He turned me around and got me doggy style and then fucked that slutty hole for a rammin' five minutes before he shot his load. Too bad, he pulled out first, blew his wad over my back, smeared it back on my hole, and then shoved his dick back in and dug deep. I was gettin' pretty vocal with my racialist toilet talk, and he seemed to like that. It was an almost perfect fuck. Almost...because he pulled out rather than flood my mancunt with his seed, and...almost...because he's neg...and almost...because he won't let me post the raunchy video that was recorded because he was smokin' shit throughout. So now I have this hot video which needs editing because it's too long to send via e-mail, but I'm working on that, at least for now it'll just have to be my own private video until this top no longer gives a shit and doesn't care if I post it here or on xtube, which is what a really would like. If anybody out there wants to do a video, we can talk about that. The best part of this Fuck Motel experience is that I've found the perfect place in Hollywood and I'll be coming back again for sure. And no, it's NOT the Dunes. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... For the past two weeks, I've been dealing with fallout from some seriously stressful health issues that my mother has, which have left me completely uninterested in hooking up (or really much of anything other than my family), and for a while I've been quasi-relocated to the wretched city of my youth here in the South for the time being, until my mom's situation stabilizes and I can go back to a Brooklyn that suddenly feels far away and unreal. But today there was a bit of a breakthrough with my mom, and I got no sleep last night, so I decided I deserved a break. I made only perfunctory visits to the hospital to see her after spending the morning there, and once I'd dealt with a ridiculous disaster in her condo involving two sudden leaks, one originating in her apartment and one intruding from the apartment above, I devoted the rest of the afternoon to me. And when I say me, I mean my dick, which has been utterly neglected for the past 12 days. After a couple of highly-sexed visits here, the dudes in this town seem to be back to their insane, useless selves, and the usual half-dozen or so guys who hit on me every time I come down here and have never followed through for the better part of a decade hit on me once more like clockwork as soon as I set my location to here, and I despaired of ever ejaculating again. I had just decided I was too tired for this and would just go read when a guy who looked rather like an unlikely cross between Opie Taylor, Rick Astley, and Junior Samples hit me up on Grindr. As luck would have it, he was actually close enough to walk to-- a near-impossibility in this crazy-sprawling city. It seemed like fate that I should squirt my semen into Junior Opie Astley. So I went over. My landmark for his house, on a rather crowded cul-de-sac on this insanely dark night, was a red pickup in the driveway. I got confused by a different truck with a red bed and a mismatched black cab-- always the sign of class-- but managed not to embarrass myself by walking into the wrong home and demanding a blowjob from the wrong southern gentleman. He opened the door right away and let me in to a reasonable nicely appointed 90s-inflected apartment, which rather reeked of something greasy cooked with onions. He didn't have a shirt on, which showed off his rather doughy physique-- he had a serious belly going on-- but he looked a bit cuter than his pictures in the face, actually. "Are you ready to suck some dick?" I asked, swaggering into the living room with my tender, overinflated nuts swinging in my pants. He nodded and guided me to a rather grubby little chaise longue, which didn't match the other stuff in terms of quality, and must be his Cocksucking Area or something. "I really need this," I said, ripping my socks and pants off unceremoniously, "so let's just get to it, shall we?" We kissed a bit and he had a rather nice touch, which I didn't expect from such a good ole boy. He had a large phoenix tattooed on one shoulder and a symbol for the astrological sign Leo on the other. He knelt between my legs and went to work. He did a great job, I must say. At first he was very nibbly and licky in a not-very-effective way, but I indicated to him how he should use his tongue and where, and he immediately zeroed in on my favorite hotspot and, seeing my reaction, basically hit my fun button over and over for a half an hour, taking time outs for the nibbly licky thing around my cum hole, running his lips back and forth along the very thick vein that snakes up the right side of my tool, and basically rubbing my dick all over his face with an accompanying look of bliss. We took a few kissing breaks too, and I rubbed my out-of-control beard along his neck (I forgot to pack my razor or a beard trimmer in my frenzy to get to an immediate flight last week, so I look pretty homeless at this point), which seemed to thrill him and stop him in his tracks. I must say that Opie Taylor's jawline, on a man's face, is very nice to caress when your dick is in his mouth, and his ears are very nice to fondle-- again, when mixed with an adult Rick Astley's. He almost made me cum over and over but read my signals and backed off and let me build up a good amount of pressure. But the position he was in, kneeling with his head bent, and his extremely wide, actually quite muscular shoulders straining right at eye level, and his hard bulging biceps flexing under my grip, and his *extremely* rough hands (he clearly labors with them, for real; I never felt such sandpapery hands) were all hugely turning me on. Without the gut and fluorescent skin he'd really be kinda hot, actually. I just gaped and groped at this sight as he dinged my bell one too many times, and I couldn't get him to quit fast enough, and suddenly I was firing into him. I felt a searing wet streak of something down my shaft, down between my balls, and along my perineum, and I actually reached down to feel if hot cum had somehow run out down there, but it was dry-- it was just all that pent-up sexual electricity dancing along my most sensitive skin; a unique sensation that I've never felt before. As you might expect after almost two weeks, it shot hard, and did not stop for almost a full minute. He stopped sucking on me after a typical orgasm's interval but I whimpered "aghk don't stop still cummin" and he resumed that sweet tonguing and I resumed my mindless pulsing and he swallowed and swallowed everything I unloaded. He stopped again after another 10 seconds and I said "no ahhhhgk still cuming" and he tongued me some more. When I was finally done and flopping like a fish on a beach he just grabbed my tool and admired it and squeezed it rather roughly, trying to get more drops of jizz out of it and licking them off. It was nice. I'm still left with a nontrivial residue of stress, even after this act of altruism from this unexpected character. I have to deal with a plumber first thing in the morning, then handle my mother's discharge at the hospital, then deal with the insurance company and absentee landlord upstairs, then live with my mom for an unknown amount of time till she's back on her feet... or, well, not. I love my mom but she also drives me up the friggin wall, and I worry she is getting too old to live alone now. It's not something I want to face at all. She and I are both very youthful at heart-- I feel like I stopped aging mentally at 19; she says she stopped at a wide-eyed 7-- and when she talks about the dismay she feels at seeing her body run down right before her eyes with a bright spirit still burning inside, I know exactly what she means. In the past couple of years I have uncovered some arthritis from an old shoulder injury, and a general discomfort with how my skin is changing, how much hair I'm losing, those horrifying, multiplying gray hairs on my chest. Going without my usual level of sexual satisfaction will probably be a fact of life for a while until she's settled and I can go back home to the land of Selfish Pleasure Sluts. But hopefully my readers won't abandon me! My partner comes tomorrow night to bring me our car and spend a few days. I just wish we could spend a whole day sleeping together... literally: sleeping, together. Eesh, this is tough. Some things are more important than getting off. ...But I did get off! 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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I am not a Gold Star Power Bottom by any means, add that to Jake not being the most gentle guy during sex, and you have the indregients for me usually being sore for a week after he fucks me once, so when I woke up Sunday, to find myself not sore, I 1. knew my practice had paid off, and 2. knew he was getting in my hole again. He were in the hotel room, just relaxing, when I went in the bathroom to prepare, a while later I came back out, and laid in his arms, he put his arm around me and smiled. "Did I hear you cleaning out?" "yeah" "Good boy, get on your stomach. Daddy wants that ass" I did as he said, and he began munching away at my hole, coming up only to grunt, or say something like "Sweet black ass" or "Yummy musky furry hole" He got up, and went to the closet, I got up and saw he had his flogger in his hand, he told me to lay back down on my stomach, I did. He began striking me, each blow from the flogger hitting my upper back or my ass. "Hmmm, nice of you to get your back bigger and broader for me, very nice target for me to aim at." Strike, Strike. Thud. Thwap. "Hmmmm, that body is warming up real nice." A gentle touch on my body. A kiss on the back of my neck. He tells me to stand up, lean against a chair. He strikes again, harder. Harder. Each blow not only harder than the last, but each session is harder than the last. Each time he flogs me, he uses more of his strength. He is pushing my limits, and he knows I am doing my best to push my limits along with him. "Stick that beautiful ass out boy" "Yes, daddy" "Dayum. Count to 20" 1.2.3.4.5. Upper back on my left. 6.7.8.9.10. Upper back on my right. 11.12.13.14. Alternating my ass cheeks. My left is on fire. I'm stronger than that pain. It will fade. 15.16.17.18.19.20. My entire being exhales, he comes up to me from behind and holds me close to him. Good boy, he tells me. Good boy. Hmmm, we warmed you up real nice. I get on the bed, on my back, he sticks his dick into me, fucking me, spitting into my mouth, I swallow it and we kiss deeply. His dick is rock hard inside of me, my legs are on his shoulders and my hands are tugging and twisting his sexy big nipples. He nods at me and grins his devilish grin. He fucks harder, pushes deeper, and raises me so he can get deeper in my hole, he fucks harder, I relax my body and I breathe in and out, I can feel my hole start to give, I can feel it becoming open for him. I start to get sore, I endure it, his pleasure and smile is literally all that matters to me at this moment, i flex my hole on his cock. I began to beg him for his poz load, beg him to breed my ass. He knows I am sore when I begin to talk real dirty to him, when I try to vocally pull the semen from his nuts. He fucks a bit harder, and soon, I can hear in his grunting that he is close, his body shakes just a bit, he jabs in and out of me, and soon his nuts erupt in my ass. We kiss as my hole takes every drop of sperm from his nuts. He pulls out, and he turns me on my side and holds me. "That's my good boy, you are safe in daddy's arms." More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Men, I spent a fabulous couple of days in gay Loz Angeleez, and now that it's over, I can say that I feel completely qualified for the lower rungs of those many levels of Hell. I was pretty trashy trolling for sex online, getting fucked at all hours by people I don't even fuckin' know. Yeah, it was great. Sex does come with real estate. I don't dig sex in alleys, by garbage dumpsters, in cars or in public places. Those are all great areas for pissin' but no, I really don't like having sex with my clothes on. But for my last trip to LA, I found a great motel on Sunset Blvd. with a parking space just a few feet...literally...from my door, and without the officious, uptight security that sometimes turns into a cock withering dealbreaker. And no, it isn't the fabled Dunes, which has become famous for anonymous pump and dumps among horny Angelenos. The Dunes will cost about $125 for a room, and my place goes for half that. But hot real estate doesn't make for a sure thing. Of course I went online...complimentary wi-fi, thank you...to my favorite hookup site Barebackrt, and got the usual mix of hot prospects, bullshitters, timewasters and Chatty Matties. LA is awash in bullshit, but you knew that already. Now mind you, this was a business trip, so I had to plan around business affairs, but the convenience of My Fuck Motel meant I didn't have to waste hours on LA's notorious freeways. I spent way too much time trying to connect with this hot black daddy, and I actually thought it was a no-go, but more on that later. For most of the night, I just wrote him off...he was texting me too much, a true sign of a chronic and habitual bullshit artist. Finally, out of nowhere, I connected with a very tall youngish poz daddy on his way to work. My set up was on the first floor, street level, and I was able to leave the door open a crack, and it was basically anonymous, although we had communicated online. He was dressed for work. I was on the bed on all fours, feeling spectacularly slutty after a night of tease. What I got was a steady, measured, efficient fuck lasting about 5 minutes and resulting with a hot poz load deposited deep in my butthole. I use the word 'efficient' and that's not a sexy word...but I do mean this guy knew how to fuck and get off, and that's what these anonymous online hookups are all about. I was maybe a little disappointed when he first stripped and exposed his relaxed toolkit, but with a little bit of oral action, we got him up and ready. My butt really loved this dick...it was the just right length and thickness for a pleasurable wake up call. And when I say 'efficient,' well that was it to the very end. When finished, he zipped up and was out of there, but not before remarking he'd like to meet up again, and maybe with some of his friends. Ah, well, yeah, hell yeah...but who knows. But for now, it was just what I needed. But the day wasn't over...there's ,more with Part Two. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Jake Wetmore came down over this weekend to come and spend some time with me. He got a hotel room in Silverlake, when we got there we quickly undressed and spent time making out and feeling each others bodies. I ate out his furry ass, and soon I was inside of him, fucking him on all fours and on his back. I pounded his furry round white ass, and I shot a 7 day load inside of his hole. We laid around and made out, and i went into the bathroom to prepare, when i came back out, he had me on my stomach, spread my ass, and began tongue fucking my hole. He told me to get on my back, he lubed up his dick and my hole, and he slid into me, he went all the way in, and stayed there, told me to relax, and to get used to his cock, I smiled at him and flexed my hole on his dick. He kissed me and began to move in and out of me. He told me to get on all fours, I did, he noted that my ass had gotten bigger since he last saw me, and that my back was broader, he began pounding my ass, me, not being a gold star power bottom, can't get fucked long without getting too sore, he knows this and I know this, this is when i start really flining dirty talk to set him over the sdge so he'll breed me, he knows this. He was pounding my hole, as i begged for his poz seed inside of me. He kept nailing my ass, and soon he yelled "Tell daddy what you want!!!" I begged for his seed one last time, he grunted, bellowed, and i felt his dick harden and pulse, and fire off inside of me, we lay naked next to each other, filled with the other's seed, and we drifted off and took a nap. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was hounding me for a meet-up. Sometimes I'm better about responding than others. He can be relentless in his quest - which can be a testament in certain ways, but an annoyance in others. As it happens, I was horny. He has a good dick. The timing worked. He wants this and that. To fuck certain places at the house, if possible. I'm not willing to let him invade some parts of the living space, but I've given in here and there. He was hoping for two fucks - two loads into me. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes. Mostly because I know him well enough - as soon as he comes, he disengages on multiple levels. Two loads were not going to happen. It's not who he is. It's not who we are. We kissed. We tried to make that happen, but there was a disconnect with him it seemed. It was happening but it didn't feel genuine. Maybe we were playing the part(s). I sucked his cock. I think I did a good job. But I think sucking cock is one of my great skills. He always likes me to eat his ass - and I think I've made it clear here that I love to eat a guy's hole. I can really get into it. I know some guys won't do it because they think it is disgusting, but fuck if they don't like having it done to them. I like doing it - for just doing it, but the reaction I usually get. I like having it done because it is usually a prelude to having a shaft slid up my ass. This guy, I think, wanted my shaft up his. I tried. He's one of the few who make me rock hard and I got about half in him when he claimed I was "too big". Personally, I think he could have taken it. I'm thick, I'm kind of big, but I don't think I fit into the "too big" category. So it was on to me eating his hole again. At some point I felt like a crazed ass-eater and it probably didn't help that he called me a 'nasty pig'. I took it as a compliment. Before long, I was on my side, him behind me. It's how he wanted to fuck that day. He slid into me. Fuck if it didn't feel great. It did. It fucking did. I'm not sure how long the fuck went on for, but longer than it normally does. He paced himself and I was grateful for it. I like him being in me, fucking me, flexing his rod and making me feel it. He announced he was close. I guess I could have told him to slow down or stop until he cooled off, but I told him to go for it! He did. And he unloaded up my ass. I like guys who will stay up my ass after they shoot. Even for only a minute. This is not that guy. He wants out almost immediately, even if I ask or plead a little. But true to my prediction, he was up and off the bed, and clothes on quicker than shit. There'd never be a second load. Ever. Not in the same session. As persistent as he was to get me to drop my pants, just as quickly he couldn't wait to get out - barely making eye or verbal contact. But I know the score with him. I don't go into that situation blindly. He had a need and so did I. We got what we wanted and what we expected. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I quickly juiced up a guy I fuck once a year or so... but I think this might be my last time with this guy. I'm not totally sure what got into me today-- I was still somewhat in convalescence mode after the intense, hard, athletic fuck with All American Bottom a couple of days ago, and honestly have felt completely sexually sated since then. I had a somewhat frustrating day when I didn't get much done, didn't have eat enough for lunch, and worked out harder than usual in the morning, and it's like wires got crossed in my brain or something: stress, hunger, and tiredness suddenly turned into an out-of-control horniness. A young kid who keeps hitting me up to fuck him but never seals the deal reappeared and started it, I think. I suddenly was so horny I couldn't think-- nothing would help but cumming in someone. Big Meat had viewed me a month or so ago when we were both down south, I visiting my family and he doing his work travel thing. He told me he'd be around a while here in NYC in March. I saw his profile on adam4adam after the kid told me he wasn't actually free after all. I thought, yeah, I could use a big bodybuilder between my thighs right now, sucking the cum out of my nuts. I hit him up and he replied maybe a half hour later, and I went right over to his place, unable to think about anything but getting off. He is a pretty cute guy, but he has *definitely* been hitting the 'roids too hard. He used to have a beautifully symmetrical, well-proportioned body; about as big as a guy can get without starting to look like a giant overgrown baby. But he's gone too far. He always wants me to strip instantly and then wanders around his apartment a while as I lay on the bed naked. He left the TV on this time, and I found it a huge distraction. Eventually he came back, undressed himself, and clambered that huge body up between my legs, curled up semi-fetal, and began sucking. It felt great, but he kept stopping. He would do beautiful things with his tongue against my dickhead, and I would grope him and say "Don't stop don't stop don't stop," but he would stop, and just lay there moaning with my mostly-limp tool in his mouth. WTF! I remembered him as having the powerful tongue of a giant bovine animal, practically licking the skin off my tool. I kept encouraging him, and he would do it again, and I would feel myself start to get hard, and beg him not to stop, and then he would stop again! This guy isn't all that into kissing, either. So all I could do is announce that I would eat his ass. Which is an insane beauty. It would definitely get me hard. And it did. But as he lay on the bed with his ass hanging over the edge, and I ran my hands over his back, I found it very oily and bumpy-- the dreaded backne. His thighs were really overgrown and his belly was hugely muscular, but almost indistinguishable visibly from a gut. Why do guys need to go so far? Too bad! I got very hard anyway, and went around and stuck it in his mouth. I can only assume he only likes sucking hard dicks, and I guess I don't blame him. I put us in a 69 position but it wasn't totally working for me. I tried to slide back down beside the bed to get more ass in my face, but he pushed me back into his mouth, roaring "NO GIVE IT BACK TO ME" and sucked me some more. I gave him points for enthusiasm, and let him do his thing. But really I needed the ass in my face again. Eventually he let my tool go and I ate him out some more. My dick was now hard as a rock. I pushed into him and banged away. "Yeah! Mount me up man!" he said as I positioned myself over his haunches. I really just wanted to get off at this point so I could clear my head. So I whaled away at his hindquarters until I was throbbing and spurting in him. He felt it and cried out hearty appreciation and I felt his insides tensing and pulsing; I think he was cumming on the bed. It was almost painful how hard his contractions were milking my dick, still shooting into him. Not bad I suppose. I kept fucking him some even after we were done unloading. He kept shouting incoherent positive things. I tried to pull out but his asshole had latched onto the middle of my shaft and would not let my head out. So I sat there stuck in his butt for a minute or two till I could pop it out. It genuinely hurt. That ass is like some kind of flytrap. I thanked him for letting me get off in him and went to clean up my dick. We talked a bit about his travel schedule as he strutted around naked a while. I really was disappointed to see that beautiful body completely overdeveloped. It was genuinely too much. I love how much this guy likes getting fucked but the chemistry has always been a little off, maybe because he doesn't like to make out much and is a little rough for me. And while he's shorter than me by several inches he probably weighs more with all that fucking meat on his bones, and the best bottoms are the smaller ones. This was just a fifteen minute assignation. I don't know if I'll be going back. But I got off! And he seemed happy enough. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I saw that All American Bottom had silently cruised my profile on Manhunt. I had been thinking I wanted to find a really cute guy to get with today, not necessarily to fuck or be serviced or get my cum in him or anything like that... just a really cute fun guy to fool around with and touch him all over and enjoy his cuteness in a sweet, gentle way. But All American Bottom is so appealing, and having him pay me any attention at all is such an aphrodisiac; I'm sure he has hotter tops plowing him all the time, with his wholesome good looks and very nice shoulders and chest and I always just want to pound him into the fucking mattress when I see him. So I wrote him, asked him if he was free today, and he said he was, and so I told him I'd come by in an hour or so. And I did, and we had a fantastic lip-sucking, tongue-lolling, neck-nuzzling, tool-throating, tit-tugging, ass-munching, beef-groping, hole-tonguing, groin-grinding, cock-frotting, ass-smacking, deep-dicking, body-flipping, flesh-slapping, waist-gripping, thigh-grabbing, hair-pulling, hole-sloshing, gut-skewering, back-stroking, limb-twisting, skull-drilling, nut-licking, eye-gazing, breath-wheezing, knee-scraping, nip-chewing, hip-thrusting, mind-melting, hand-holding, blood-pounding, sweat-pouring, motherfucking good time together. And then I came in him! And then he came all over himself! And then we both flopped back on the bed and said, "Shit!" We both felt a kind of camaraderie after this, it seemed like. He can often be a little tight-lipped after sex, but I think we both needed that, and we were both kinda loosened up. He somehow had to muster the energy to go to the gym after this athletic hour of mindless boning with me; I felt for him. We didn't talk about anything very interesting but it was nice to know that the fuck had lifted him to a higher level just as it had done me. I took my time going home, as it had gotten nice and sunny out, and went to a couple of bookstores and had a croissant. The fuck muscles in my back, ass, and thighs were already rather sore from this onslaught, and his coarse, closely buzzed body hair had done a number on the skin on my dick as I rubbed my body against his; I'm going to have to leave it alone for a while. The payment after the pleasure! But there is no other way to enjoy this man's body than going all-out with him, for as long as I can stand it. Can you imagine if there were no gay dudes? A world where no one appreciated male beauty the way we do, no one to fuck as intensely and completely as we do? Fuck that! Let's fuck! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I would say about three or four years ago I agreed to pose for a photographer - a legitimate one. He provided me a few of the images he took - and he took close to a hundred. He was using a few for his portfolio to get new clients. From what I remember, he only used two for himself. One I liked, one was just ok. The shoot was real. He had an assistant and nothing else happened. It was just pictures. The idea came up later that he'd like to do a shoot of suits as bondage. Neck ties binding the hands, shit like that. I think it's all been done before, but I was up for it. Nothing ever came of it. Flash forward a few years later and the guy is on-line and pings me. Do I want to meet for coffee? Um. No, I reply, but I do like 'cream'. I'm invited over. We're just talking and showing off and he asks me how I like to play. I say I'm open. He likes that and we head to the basement where he took my photos all those years ago. Going into a closet, he comes out with bags. Bags full of restraints, of chains, of wrist protectors, cuffs, paddles, etc. Apparently this is how he likes to play. We don't discuss limits. We don't discuss safe words. He takes my left hand and wraps a wrist restraint around it. He threads the chain and hooks it to the ceiling. He continues the process with the right wrist. Then it is onto the the left and right ankles to a board he has laid on the floor. Soon enough, I'm a human X. Oddly, my dick responds. He smacks my abs. First lightly, testing my reaction. Then harder. I don't say 'no'. He notices this. Soon, out comes the ear protection. They truly cut off all sound. I see his lips move yet I hear nothing. He was hoping for such. Then comes the blindfold. It is now dark. Dark. Silent. Suspended. This is how he plays. I'm hit. I'm hit again. I don't react. My dick does, but I do not. No words. No sounds. And even if I did, I couldn't hear myself. My cock responds. He ties rope around it and secures one end to the board my legs are chained to. The cock still responds. There is a paddle on my ass. Swats, 6-8 times. I lose count. There is a light cat o'nine tails that hits my back, my chest, my legs. There is nothing. For minutes. Is it playful anticipation? Has he left? Is he just standing admiring? I have no idea and no way to find out. I remain suspended. I feel a hand on my cock. Slick. He's applied something. He strokes. I don't want to cum, but I don't protest as it seems useless. I can't swat him away. I can't retreat. I can say 'no', but I can't hear me and he won't hear me. So he strokes. I concentrate on not shooting. I have a strong will this way. He stops. Soon he's behind me. My tits are being played with and I can feel his cock at my crack. We did not discuss, not that we have to. I wasn't prepped, but that's his problem, but it isn't as he never follows through. He's just letting me know he could if he wanted. I know. I know. Soon my chains are being loosened, but not removed. I'm moved and on my back on the carpet. The chains on my wrists are being reattached to something floor level but above my head. He's on my chest. His dick is at my mouth. I open. He inserts. The angle is all wrong. Only 3" goes in, but it is a nice cock. I can tell. Deaf and blind, I can tell. He backs up but still on my chest. He is moving. He's jacking. This I know. He shoots - gobs and gobs of semen. It hits my cheek, my nose, my forehead but mostly into my beard. I open my mouth but catch very little, which I believe was his intent - me not getting it. The blindfold is removed and the ear things. He has a camera and is taking pics of his load on my face. The camera was not there before. This I know. Was that the period of time he may have been gone or silent? He's smiling, almost laughing. I'm still bound. He strokes me. I can't stop him. I cum. I can tell it would be big with the right manipulation, but he doesn't have it down. The load is respectable, but I could have shot it over my head if done by myself. That wasn't the point. Control was. He laughs. He throws a towel my way I can't possible reach with my hands the way they are. He frees me and I clean up, refusing his offer for a shower. This is how I will leave. Before leaving, he asks if I will pose for some images he will offer at CLAW - a leather event. Nothing too too graphic. No hard cocks. Just leather and hints of lust. I agree. Two days later, this and three other images appear in my email. The tinting and coloring are mine. The picture is all his. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I admit to being startled by the swaggering display of bravado so notably demonstrated by JackSin 215 through his videos posted on Xtube. We have become so numbed by the onslaught of reality crap on cable and elsewhere, so much of it fake and orchestrated, that it is hard to be startled by anything. There's nothing phony about JackSin215's encounters, nothing staged or rehearsed...his stuff is real...public sex with anonymous bottoms getting jizzed in alleys, cars and public parks. The late night couplings in public parks are spectacularly arresting with black or latino asses getting fucked on park benches, picnic tables or playground equipment, and to add to the excitement, there are the occasional headlights of passing cars or the rumble of passing trains, only feet away from unlawful raw sex. And for a change of pace, there is a gangbang included in his collection of videos, filmed in an Orlando hotel, where the totally versatile JackSin 215 shows that he can take as well as he gives. And there's plenty of cum to satisfy you pigs out there. Now we are talking amateur stuff here...sometimes there are weird angles or inconsistencies with light, but these shortcomings only add to the raw appeal of the situations. And yeah, for now the videos are comparatively short, running 2 to 4 minutes, but no matter, it's all good. So check out JackSin215 on Xtube, and consider sending him gifts or other rewards through the Xtube format, since we'll all want to see more from this promising amateur pornographer. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... After 5 loads up my ass as of Thursday last week, I was just all the more horny to take even MORE cum. So I visited the local sex party again last Friday. And I am pretty sure I need a new ass now. The weather wasn’t great so attendance was down a bit— but it also meant there was less competition. Five minutes after walking in I was getting sucked by one daddy, while the other worked my nips and made out with me. This quickly led to me bent over a bed and taking Daddy 1’s massively thick cock (he’s like 6x7). Thank god for fresh poppers! He got me good and worked in, then daddy 2 (uncut 7) slid in and fucked me til he came deep inside. Loudly, too— for the audience. I’d been at the party maybe 15 minutes at this point and had taken 2 cocks and one load. And that was just the start. Next a Latino dude fucked me in a glory hole booth for awhile. Then I got another massive uncut daddy cock (8” easy). Big Dick had me on my back on a fuck table and slammed his meat into me while Daddy 1 sucked my cock. Load #2 was eventually administered by this big ol uncut fucker. Then a fellow bottom fucked me for awhile with a stubby thick one. Then more fucking from Daddy 1’s thick fucker. In between all this fucking I would find cock to suck. Many daddies— especially this hung, barrel chested old dude who appreciated my sucking skills enough to blast a bitter load into my mouth. I took another couple cocks (I kinda lost track a bit) but no loads, until Daddy 1 found me again and told me he was ready to drop his nut. We went to the sling and I let him have his way with my hole. I ended up sucking a nice cock while Daddy pounded away until he finally painted my guts in front of a small audience. After that the party started thinning out a bit, but I hadn’t cum yet. So I found this tall, bottom dude who was bent over a couch just waiting for loads. And I decided to give him the gift of mine. So I spit on my cock, worked it hard, and slid in. I honestly don’t remember the last ass I had around my cock; I’d forgotten I liked the wet heat of an ass. I dirty talked to him— asked him if he was a load collector and a dirty pig bottom. He just kept agreeing. And he begged for me to breed him. So a minute later I left him quite full with my edged up load. It trickled down his taint when I pulled out, and he gingered it back in. He thanked me and them I was off to get dressed and head home. More...