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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Trap Boyy broke out sometime around 2010-2011 and by 2012 was the hottest fresh bottom in the business, and acknowledged accordingly at Blatino Oasis in Palm Springs last year. He worked exclusively for the feverishly torrid Black Rayne enterprise where he was paired up with every swinging thick black dick in the industry, and as it happens, developed quite a following among porn connoisseurs who search beyond the Treasure Island/Machofucker/Slut Machine/Hot Desert Knights/SX Video circuit. Black Rayne is for the connoisseur of Black Dick, and is the alternative to Black Breeders which features a distinctively different brand of Black Man. They're both awesome; BR works the thug angle and BB goes the way of the mature type, like all those brothers in Oakland who are doing their best to keep my white ass in shape. Then late last year, Trap Boyy had a falling out with his producer, and I guess his association with Black Rayne is over, unless there's been some reconciliation. Jamari Fox has posted Trap Boyy's substance-fueled rant on his website, and for 8 captivating minutes, Trap Boyy delivers an impassioned endorsement of safe sex. Although high as a kite, and extremely entertaining, Tray Boyy lays it all out and there's no reason to doubt his sincerity. What to make of this? Hell, I don't know, but one thing is certain: Trap Boyy for all his bloviating, doesn't quite come clean about his own HIV status, whichever it may be. And he had 8 minutes of talk, and I don't think the clip has been edited or doctored, despite contrary commentary by the poster. Check it out and make up your own mind. I certainly hope TB gives a call to Treasure Island Media to discuss his next step in his porn career, as I think he's got a couple of good years left and TIM will know what to do with him. He could be the first black bottom superstar. Come to California for good, Trap Boyy. I don't know where he lives now but I don't think it's West Coast. He should do more porn, do some escorting if necessary, go to school, then move on. Trap Boyy is no dumbass; speaking of which, those perfectly sculpted cakes of his are a Gift from God...you can't get good stuff like that from working out. Until Trap Boyy takes his next fateful step in his porn career, you can see him in some amateur stuff by googling the title of this post and watching 2 black fans (heads are not revealed) cut up those cakes...despite some awkward angles and the absence of creampies, this amateur scene is amateur in the best way: we get to make up the details. How did TB meet these dudes, where are they, etc. That you can dream up for yourelf. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... I'm going to try to keep going with this. Wednesday afternoon - a repeat with pig master daddy. Very intense and very deep, and I got him off twice with my hole, amongst other things. He's rougher and much more dominant than what I tend to enjoy, but I've appreciated him expanding my horizons. Someday I'll have to blog more about him, but he's still a little edgier than I am totally comfortable with. Wednesday evening - After washing up after the gym I found myself able to host. An anonymous cock shot requesting a bottom appeared and craiglist, and I was able to oblige. He was far hotter than I imagined - I suspect normally out of my league, but slumming it with some exotic piece of hole. Early 40's, gym body silver haired muscle daddy with a wonderful 8 inch hard white cock. After gagging on it for the preqrequisite length of time, it was time for the main course. Lots of lube and spit - this daddy liked it wet and juicy. No rimming but plenty of spit on my hole to get me going. The breeding scene was wonderful - both of us with t-shirts and socks on, me in my jockstrap, his raw white cock pistoning in and out of my hole as he did me missionary style on my yoga mat. Oh and we were passing his popper bottle back and forth. When he came he said "Here you are boy, giving you what you wanted." I smiled, looked into his blue eyes, and repeated my mantra ("breed me daddy") and extracted a huge wad of pent of man energy from him. Pretty sure it was a one time thing, but glad that it happened. Monday: A quick nooner with one of my regular business daddies, and later in the day a long session with pig master daddy. One load from the first, delivered doggy and quick. Three slow loads milked out from master, with great skill and care. The second was particularly great - he stuck a vibrating egg up my hole as he fucked me, trying to mimic what double penetration might feel like. It made my hole quake and gasm and he shot one of the largest loads I've ever felt with him. And that's it.. a fairly slow week. 7 more loads, most of which came from old reliable pig daddy. 14 bred into the cunt for 2013. Not bad yet. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Men, I am an experienced and dedicated fisting topman, but there was a time when I met more than a match for my talents, and that's when it gets scary. This encounter happened when I was in the desert last month and after some time ruminating about it, I am writing about it now. I am usually very much influenced by my surroundings when engaged in sex. And I can't fully explain it because I have had great sex fisting a hot hole in a sling...in a garage...next to a Volvo. How unsexy is that? But it worked because the bottom was an amazing and holey artist. On the day of the scary fistfuck, I found myself in a typical Palm Springs condo within a gated community of TacoBell style units. I made arrangements with the bottom through Asspig, the best hook-up site for fisters (thanks, Asspig.com), so the door was unlocked, and he was on the bed, and everything....everything...was in place...mat, lube, towels, water (for me!) and the right kind of music, some tribal grunting to an endless beat. This was a serious, no bullshit bottom...a guy in control, which of course, in fisting, is how it should be. What was scary was the effect to which this guy had prepped his fistchute. It was flawless, men; it was smooth, silky, primo. It was surgically precise, and fisters will know what I mean by this. I gave him a good workout, in fact, I had to call for it to end, because the bottom was wearing me out, and I was afraid I'd get careless. This white man, youngish and nicely built, was over 6 feet tall, and I plumbed that hole all the way to my armpit...now I admit...I'm a short little number, I'm 5-6...but yeah, still...to my armpit. And I with my nasty little fingers, I was documenting every bend to his interior architecture, where the asstunnel muscles spread and folded, gently feeling every millimeter of that interior manscape. Did I write silky? How about velvety? It was stimulating and frightening, too: how deep did I dare to go? But it was our first time together, and I got afraid of going any further. I had to call it off. It was a decent, intense session of about 30 minutes, and I know the bottom could have gone on indefinitely. But a man has to be honest about his knowledge, experience and limits. I'm talking about myself here. I know I'm a great top. It was I who had to call it off this time. But, hey, there's a next time for sure. To the armpit. Man alive, what a thrill that was. Thanks, Palm Springs guy, you're the best. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... Tomorrow I'm going to lube my hole, dress up like a slut in panties and a girlie top then go to the cruisy park. I'm going to find a little cove, strip down to my lingerie, get on my hands and knees, blindfolded, and just wait for dicks. It's risky, I know, but worth it. I've never sunk to that level of depravity and humiliation, but I'm ready. Stay tuned. More...

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Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I was driving by a local park today (the one I got loads at the other day) to get some cum. I wasn't there for more than 5 minutes before I was in the bushes, on my knees, with another strange cock down my throat. I never really even saw the guy because it was so dark. It was so hot just on my knees in a dark park with some man's cock in my mouth. There was a street light on in the distance which was casting a shadow on us. I could watch my shadow bobbing back and forth on his meat. After a few minutes he grabbed the back of my head, shoved his cock into my throat, and began cumming. I love that feeling when the top holds your head and forces his cock into the back of your throat. Feeling the jizz shooting in your throat is really a unique experience. Anyway, I tried to get more dick but the place was empty so I bailed. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I guess that means me rather than him. Let me tell you what I mean. We arranged to rendezvous at a small local club. Hiro shook off the snow, stripped and put his gear in a locker and disappeared into the toilet. He emerged just wearing a jock. We didn't wait to get to a cubicle. I started on his nipples. Hard. He whimpered but didn't flinch. I took him through to a cubicle, bent him forward and started tonguing his hole. He tasted good and made all the right noises. Within a minute I was hard. Another few minutes and we were in the cubicle with the door half open and I had my dick deep in his hole. No rubber. The thing is, we had had chatted online beforehand. He told me he was poz. When I pressed further he said he wasn't yet on meds and had a high viral load. So we would have to play safe. Anything else would be stupid, right? And unnecessary. So like I say, within five minutes I was spit fucking him raw. Over three and a half hours I dicked him standing, on his back, on his side, in the sling, before I fisted him, while I was fisting him. And at the end I dropped a load in him. No, I'm genuinely not a chaser. But I was turned on like crazy while I was fucking him. Explain that please. I don't mean to spend a whole post whingeing about how stupid I've been. We have to live with the consequences of our actions, I guess. And it's not exactly as if I've been playing safe these past few months. But by any rational standard this was pretty stupid. Back to Sunday. Hiro was 30ish, 5'9", 150. Nice body, short hair. Really small dick. And he made it clear he was all bottom. Really wanted to get fisted. We clicked right from the start. The thing is, I'm mostly bottom myself, as you know. Yet I found myself all horned up the whole night, wanting to do to him the things I usually want a top to do to me. He was certainly a natural sub. Early on, once it was clear he could take it rough, I made him close eyes and put hands on his head while I put a talon tit clamp on him. That thing hurts like a bitch. He stood there and took it. Whimpered as I played with it, even more when I tugged. But he took it. He was completely pliant. I wanted him on his back, he went on his back. I wanted him to sit on my dick while I dug my nails into his nipples, he did it. I wanted to spank his arse and his hole after I finished eating him out: all good by him. The original point of hooking up was to fist him. I had limited expectations, apart from getting to play with a younger guy with a nice body. With fisting I mostly get off on bottoming and beforehand I was wondering whether I could even get him to flip. He had said he had no real experience, that his ex had complained he was a useless fister. I'll tell you later how that turned out. But the revelation of the session was what a turn-on it could be to fist a guy like him – narrow waist, really tight hole, really wanting to be opened up. His hole was as tight as fuck. I don't have big hands but I struggled to get into him, and could really only make it work with my left hand, which is smaller. But once I was in there ... WOW! With my fist in there up to the wrist there was a ring about where my knuckles sat. He loosened up enough to let my knuckles through and not much more. But the sensations! For him and for me. I think most of the guys I've fisted up till now have had a lot more room inside their shitter – so once you're through the anus it's pretty easy going for a while, at least until you try to go deep. With Hiro it was tight tight tight all night, to the point my hand hurt just from being in there. Yet he kept begging me to punch my way in or push deeper. It was intimate and intense and wonderful. It helped that he was a big kisser. Like me he got off on kissing during the most intense moments – while being fisted or fucked or having his nipples wrecked. One more thing. A light went off in my brain at one point. I suddenly realised why Jamie gets such a high when he fists me. I think it's the same thing: my hole is really tight, I never loosen up to the point where his fist just gets sucked in, it always involves a lot of effort from me and from him. And the whole time he's in there his fist is being tightly gripped by the muscles in my arse. That means that any movement generates intense sensation for both of us. So that realisation – the parallel between what Hiro was feeling as a bottom and what I get with Jamie – was my eureka moment for January. Speaking of which ... After two frustrating weekends I wanted to get some action in my hole too. I didn't have high expectations but I got Hiro to lube up and try my hole. His hands are real small so that wasn't too much of a challenge. He was scared of hurting me so I had to keep telling him to push. Eventually I got up, told him to lie on his side and aim his arm straight up. I slid down it and then went nuts on it for a few minutes. Sometimes a man's gotta do ... He didn't seem too traumatised by it in the end. In fact he emailed me last night to say how much he had enjoyed fisting me. I think there's a lesson in there for confirmed bottoms – for both of us, in fact. So that was my big night with Hiro. I don't know whether it will go anywhere. Even though I had my tongue down his throat for much of the night I'm not looking for anything romantic. But the idea of seeing how much further I can take his pain slut side turns me on. He said he's game for it. I said I wanted to cane him. We'll see. Certainly he said he liked the way I worked him over, and wanted to do it again. And the idea of getting back into his hole makes my dick hard. I'll keep you posted. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I posted an ad on CL today looking to spend the day servicing horny men. I posted a cocksucker ad and an anon-scene ad, to attract different types of guys. Two strangers came over and filled my ass hole with their cum and three guys were gracious to feed me their loads. One guy requested I suck him blindfolded, which I happily obliged. After 5 cocks you would think I would be done, but I was just getting started! Once CL died down a little bit, I got dressed and hit the park. This park is VERY cruisy with a lot of little trails and coves to get lost in. Within 5 minutes of being there I was in the bushes, on my knees, with a nice cock in my mouth. My pants were pulled down a bit, exposing my cum filled ass and it was pointed right at the path so if anyone walked ny, I couldn't see them but they'd see me sucking cock with my ass begging for more cum. It didn't take long and in another 5 minutes I had another cock in my mouth. It was so hot being on my knees with two strangers hovering above me, feeding me their cocks. One guy was wearing reflective sun glasses so every time I looked up, I could see myself slutting out. The first guy started cumming and the second guy grabbed his dick and began jerking it off as is load spilled into my open mouth. I showed both of them the load and drooled some of it onto my chin. I then spit some of the load onto my fingers and reached back and fucked it into my hole. I wanted to leave nothing to the imagination and wanted guys to know my butt was fair game too. I switched my focus to the second guy and settled in to finish him off and get his load too. As I was in a cocksucking daze, I felt a strange hand on my ass. Looks like we have another audience member! I wonder how long he was there? I didn't even look back, I kept my mouth wrapped around the second guy's cock, reached back with both hands and spread my hole wide open. Guy #3 got in behind me and with one hard thrust, shoved his entire cock inside of me. Here I was, in a public park, totally exposed, cum dripping off my chin, sucking another strange cock and some guy, who I have never seen before has his raw cock inside my cum filled bareback ass. What a fucking rush! Both men eventually finished leaving my mouth and ass filled with even more cum. Both men zipped up and walked away not saying a word. Now here I was, on all fours, in the dirt, and I just decided to stay that way. My ass was facing the trail so anyone who walked by would see my cum leaking ass. This is perhaps the hottest thing I've ever done. I just stayed like that. I could hear guys walking by on the trail and when they did, I just put my head down and spread my ass wide open. There was no mistaking what I was there for. Eventually another man took the bait and came around and fed me his cock. Nice looking older guy with a giant dick. I sucked him fora bit, cum still hanging off my chin, until he was hard and he kept telling me how much he wanted my ass, so I stood up, kissed him, and said, "fuck me". He took me by the hips and guided me toward a tree. Now this time I was facing the trail, bent over with some strange old man's cock inside me. What a scene it was. Guys came down the trail and all I could do was look at them as they looked at me. Some of them looked disgusted, some surprised, some excited. "You like that cock, boy?" "You fucking slut, you love it..." "I'm going to fill you up, boy..." Ad then my old man erupted inside me, filling my insides with his warm seamen. Now here's the funny part,, I must have had my eyes closed or something because the second he removed his cock from me, I immediately felt another hard cock at the entrance to my hold. Oh well, here we go again! My hole was so open and sloppy his cock slid right into me. I don't even know how big it was, at this point I couldn't feel much except pressure. He filled me up too and I stumbled back to my car, went home, and fell asleep. I can't wait for tomorrow!! More...

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Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I got lucky on Sunday afternoon and took a load up my ass in the steamroom after my workout. Sauna and steamroom sex is usually hit or miss at my gym. Many times there is just too much traffic to start anything. Other times, there are old guys lurking about and you aren’t sure what their motives are, etc. But occasionally you hit it off with a guy and get a few quick minutes to play. Such was the case on Sunday. The place started out a bit busy… TOO busy. And nothing was happening. I kept making eye contact with this guy, but we were never alone. Besides— he’s a “shaver”. One of those guys that shaves at the gym, and continues his shave to include his chest, groin, and ass while in the shower. Not attractive. But, eventually we ended up in the steamroom together. There was an older guy in there too, but the steam was thick and shaver guy was undeterred. He got hard and stroked enough that I could see it. Hell, I think you could have seen it from space! The dude was seriously packing a beautiful cock. Easily 8 inches. And thick. All of which I found out first hand when the old guy left. I reached over and what I felt was amazing. Rock hard, with a shaft that expanded below the head to a thickness larger than my wrist. My fingertips would not meet when I gripped him. I showed him my intent as I bent over and spread my cheeks. He scooted over, spit on his fingers and shoved two digits up my ass while he jacked. I whispered, “Are you close?” He grunted “Uh huh.” “Then shove it in me.” He stood up, spit on his hand, and guided the head to my hole. He slowly pushed in, but even going slowly I nearly passed out. Have you ever taken a really thick cock in one shove, and it hurt so much that it made you a bit nauseous and your vision blurred? Yeah. That. Thank god he had my hips (and that his cock got thinner at the base). Once in me, he fucked me with about 2/3 of his dick. I reached back and tweaked one of his nipples and that’s all it took. With a couple quiet grunts he was dumping the load he’d been edging all afternoon deep inside me. I could feel the wet heat of his cum flood my rectum. It was fucking incredible. I squeezed my ass a few time and made him shudder. Then we saw a dark shadow at the door and he quickly pulled out. I heard the wet spatter of his load hit the tile floor— I also felt it trickling down the back of my thighs. We just had time to make out distance “respectable” when another old guy walked in. He went to the showers first,and we both dressed and left about the same time. Just outside the gym I chatted with him and told him he had an incredible cock and that I wanted him to fuck me at my place sometime where we wouldn’t be rushed. And where I had lube and poppers. He told me he’d be back next Sunday and to look for him. I can’t wait for my Sunday workout! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here In past years, I've completed a rundown on the better videos of the year and have tried to identify one as the best; but I can't and won't do that for 2012. The reason is very simple: in 2012, I stopped buying videos. I didn't want to pay those prices on my reduced income, and over a few months, I just lost interest, basically, on new releases. That's not to say there's not a lot of good stuff coming out; I'm just not going to review them unless somebody sends me stuff to review. I began to rely more on free websites for porn video entertainment, including amateur video sites, as the amateur factor can add a certain erotic aspect, at least for me. So, having qualified my reasoning, I'd have to say that the best video of 2012 would have to be the last video I actually bought, and that video is Knightbreeders Studio's 'Avalanche of Cum in My Mancunt' starring one of the best bottoms in the business, Damien Silver. Now the first two sequences of this video turned out to be fast-forward material but they are followed by a great assgrinding segment where DS gets his big, fat, white, perfect butt fucked by a muscled white daddy, concluding with a rather emotional, gutfelt cumshot. You can't rehearse or plan this stuff; it has to happen and the videographer has to capture it, and that's what happens here. It's a great scene, but the only scene that really delivers, so you have been warned. Damien Silver fans will not be disappointed. Nor will those tassel queens who like to dish porn interiors. It may sound unbelievable, but the tackiest porn set in porndom just got tackier: honestly you won't believe the grossly designed room where these men fuck. It's supposed to be a cabin in the woods ("Avalanche'...get it?) near the slopes of a winter ski resort....and that's all I'll say, you'll have to buy this video to understand. And these guys know the whole schtick is ridiculous. Satisfied, now that his fat ass is pumped full of manjuice, Damien Silver turns to his next need, namely, food...when he says, 'Somebody pull that rabbit out of the freezer so we can have something to eat.' This great stuff will live on forever. So, I may review new dvd's again if I ever get another decent job again. But until then, I will most certainly be reviewing amateur videos with far greater enthusiasm than I have in the past. And believe me, guys, we are still gonna have a lot to talk about. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I got fucked by a 23 yo twink last night that I know from a shared social activity. He’s had a crush on me for 2 years, and last night I succumbed. So many personal rules were broken with this. He’s a twink. I don’t like twinks, I like daddies. And this boy barely has pubes— no chest hair. No body hair really. For 23, he looks 15. Not my thing. And I’ve known him in an acquaintance, non-sexual relationship for a few years. I never wanted to do anything with him because I didn’t want to lead him on and fuel his crush any more. But he found me online, and started sexting me. Dirty things. Salacious things. Things he wanted to do to me. And pics of his thick, 7.5” dick. I did my best to dissuade him. Said I was too old. Said It would be weird. Said I was probably best to be avoided as I’m just all about sex. I even told him I was basically a bareback cum pig. To all of which he replied, “So? What makes you think I don’t like that?” Then last night he texts me around 8 pm. He’s nearby, has a 5 day load saved up, and wants to know if I want it? My resolve faded and I invited him over. I buzz him up and he walks right in, bold as brass. Unfastens his jeans, and had me suck his cock to get him hard. For being so young, he definitely had some experience. He worked my nips, fed me cock, and had me begging. Then he pushed me onto the bed, lifted my legs, and ate my ass. He still left his geek glasses on while doing it, which was a trip. Then he flipped me over, spit on my ass and ate it some more. Then, it was lube n fuck time. I did poppers while he slid his cock in raw. Then he lay down on top of me and began humping. He started off fairly well— a nice slow fuck rhythm. But all too soon he turned into the eager 20 yo and just jack hammered away. All while lying flat on top of me. This is not my most favorite position as the angle of entry isn’t great, the top doesn’t achieve maximum thrust/stroke, and because I have a meaty ass, I don’t get full penetration. So basically it turns into the first 3 inches of his dick working my pucker. Eventually he came, and I made him shove it deep inside. Now the good thing about 23 year olds is that they tend to shoot. A lot. His cock was twitching in my butt for a good 5 minutes after. But then he slid out, we cleaned up, and then made small talk. And as predicted, it was a bit awkward. But, he got some ass and busted his nut. And I got a big load of 23 yo jizz. More...

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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... 2012 was a year of renewal. It was a year of progression and a year of changes. I feel revitalized in every aspect of my life. As a blogger, in my career, everything. I am seeing seeds planted beginning to bear fruit, I am seeing hard work being rewarded. I am happy. Amazing friendships have grown stronger, and bonded with my biological family is being mended, I am enjoying sex as much as I always have, and I am finally making an effort to get more vids on the site for you guys. To guys that have given me words of encouragement when I was down, or said hi to me when you happened to see me out and about, I just wanted to thank you. Your friendly neighborhood, Mindtrip. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a party last night and loaded up a hot, tattooed bottom that I've loaded up before. When I got there, people were standing around, talking, drinking, and in various states of undress. My bud Marc started kissing on tattoo boy, and soon were walking upstairs to one of the play rooms. When I got up there, tattoo boy was pounding Marc's ass. I urged him to unload in Marc, but he said it was too soon. He pulled out, and stood up. Like a good pig, Marc began to clean his cock, to which he replied, "I was wondering who was going to clean off my cock." Totally hot to watch! Tattoo boy began to suck someone else, and soon bent over and presented his ass to me. As I began to stroke my cock, someone from across the room asked if he needed more lube. Since his response was affirmative, the guy brought the lube to me. I applied it to my cock, and plunged in. This is one of the best asses I've ever fucked, on a par with my pal Regdude. As I was riding this stallion, I asked him if he wanted my load. He kept telling me to coat his hole, so with a resounding groan, I did. I pulled out and went to clean up. As I was cleaning up, I heard someone tell him how slick his hole felt. When I reminded the top that it was my cum he was sliding in on, he replied, "I know. That's what makes it so hot!" He dumped his load shortly thereafter! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Someone please volunteer to remind me weekly that there is no point trying to fuck in Chelsea! I had an errand to run at a bank over there today, and figured I could linger in the area for lunch and maybe some ass, so I set my location on various hookup sites a little before leaving to see if I could attract any attention. And pretty quickly an extremely hot Arab guy hit me up-- absolutely beautiful body in the pix, muscular swollen hairy chest with big nips, ideal V shape, and a big round ass at the end of that narrow, waspish waist that would make any top weep with joy. I was a little skeptical of him at first, since guys like that are not often into guys like me, but he kept stressing masculinity and "man to man" and if it's one thing I got, with the beard and the untrimmed body hair, it's apparent masculinity (though I wonder what all these bottoms would think if they saw me pulling a big pan of profiteroles out of the oven with big red oven mitts on). So I decided to take a chance on him and told him I could come deep-dick him after my errand; he did send me his cell number, which seemed promising, and he did this after a plausible let-me-make-sure-no-one-better-than-you-wants-to-fuck-me pause, which also, perhaps counterintuitively, also seemed like a good sign. I got to Chelsea pretty quickly and decided I should really just go over there first so as not to lose the opportunity. He'd sent me a message asking if my dick was bigger than 6; he said it looked it in the pix. I said "A little bit, thick and meaty." This seemed to satisfy him but had me on the defense-- I just don't have a big dick and avoid size queens. But size queens are usually pretty uncompromising, and he seemed game, so I thought, hm, ok. He sent me the address and I kind of stared at it, thinking that block seemed familiar, thinking vaguely that I'd tried to hook up with someone there and it didn't work out. However, Chelsea is lousy with guys like this, and his pictures didn't look familiar at all to me, so I thought, let me try. When I got to the building I felt like it was *very* familiar, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what the problem had been. At this point I should have just bailed, but I looked at his pictures again, and I just had to have that ass in my face, HAD TO, didn't care what else happened. I thought maybe I could be gruff and insistent on what I wanted and at least get that. Once he buzzed me up and opened the door, I recognized him, and told him so: "I do believe we've met before." He blinked at me, and said, "Where?" And I poked his belly playfully and then gestured around the kitchen and said, "Right in here." He didn't seem to care, and leaned in to kiss me, which I thought was nice, and I thought, well, maybe this can work out. But soon it became clear he was high. And very, very insistent about what I had to do, and limited in what he would do. We made out some and he kissed ok but also kept doing the pucker-up-for-grandma thing, which is completely inexplicable to me and is a total boner-killer. He wanted his nips played with, which usually turns me on, but he also wanted to tug on my dick like taffy, which always has the opposite effect. I pushed him to his knees and told him to suck me till I was hard, and he resisted, saying, "I like it like this," tugging me some more. But I pushed harder and he got down. And he actually gave pretty good head. But then he stopped. And now I *knew* he was tweaking, because tweaking guys never want to suck dick; I dunno why. He stood back up and renewed the taffy pull, mumbling more sex talk. Still, none of this was ringing any bells. His body, under his clothes, was fucking fantastic, and I wanted it very, very badly. I decided to persevere, and told him, "Let me lay back in your bed, and you can suck me till I'm hard." And without waiting for an answer, I pulled my pants off completely, wandered into the rest of the apartment, and saw his little sleeping alcove. THEN it hit me-- last time, I showed up, he did something similar there in the kitchen right inside the door, and then invited me back there, where some other nerdy hairy guy like me was lying back already, beating off and waiting patiently. Ah-HA! I remembered saying "What is this" and he got in the bed and started sucking the other guy and offered me his ass, but I demurred, told them to have fun, and left, very annoyed not to have been told I was being invited to a threeway before I ran all the way over there. This time I looked around the apartment carefully, expecting some erect bear to pop out of an armoire or something, but we seemed to be alone. Still thinking this was salvageable, I took off my shirt and laid back in bed and pointed to my dick, at least nicely swollen and thick, and told him to take everything off, and lie between my legs. He complied, and sucked me very nicely, very very nicely actually, and his perfectly formed shoulder muscles strained in the dim light, and he looked stupendously beautiful down there. I started getting hard. And he fucking quit again! Again with the stupid hand, very low on my shaft even, squeezing hard, artificially engorging it with blood, which again doesn't feel like anything-- my nerves are in my dickhead, fellas-- and is actually a little uncomfortable. I pushed it back in his mouth and said, "Don't stop, suck me till I'm hard," and he pulled me out, saying how hot I was, how much he wanted my dick in him, how much he likes to serve guys, yadda yadda-- a bunch of nonsense. "Let me eat your ass," I said, pushing him aside and hopping down beside the bed. He insisted on lying along the length of the bed, which would make this impossible in that little alcove. I kept forcing his body sideways and he kept forcing it back. Sweet mother of god, what the FUCK. Finally I succeeded in getting what I wanted, but then he crouched into a little ball, with his ass hanging off the edge, but all tightly bound up, so that I couldn't get my arms up under him to play with his nips or hike his ass into my face or anything. But I did eat it some and it was fantastic, so taut and lightly hairy and round, big thick balls, thick tool... and I gradually forced his thighs open more. But he said over and over, "Stick your tip in, stick in the tip, tease me with the tip, I want to feel your tip, please give me your tip, I love the tip, tease me please, give me the tip..." Honestly, just like that, with maybe two seconds between each utterance, peppered by groans from the licking. I was getting very cranky. I stuck the tip of my still not hard dick there, just to shut him up, and it was like he was in ecstasy. Eesh. Then I went back down and the begging resumed. Basically after this we wrestled a bunch; I tried to get on top of his beautiful, head-spinningly hot body and hump myself to a rigid hardon, but he kept grabbing my dick and squeezing it tight at the base, while a steady stream of barely audible, heavily-accented nonsense issued from his mouth. Just feeling his bones and muscles and hair against me had me extremely excited, but my dick would not get hard. And I felt myself close to cumming, to boot, from all that aggressive tugging. This was the worst. And suddenly, I did start cumming, and when I felt it, I shook my head and cursed, and did what I could to stuff myself into his hole before I was done spurting. This got him pretty excited; I popped in and felt myself get off several jets inside him. He held me in there very tightly, and for the next fifteen minutes or so, he started at me with my dick inside him, telling me how hot it was, how I shouldn't have cum like that but now I was inside him, yadda yaddda. I took advantage of the situation to just touch his body, feel his shape. Eventually I shrank too much to stay inside and popped out, and he kept milking and milking my dong between his legs, staring into my face and talking talking talking. I pushed my hips against his hand, hoping maybe I could get hard again and fuck him more. His body was ideal for fucking; this was such a frustrating mess! I did kiss him, suck his nips, grasp his narrow hipbones and thrust my groin against him, but he kept pulling my dick down at that crazy angle and tugging at the base. Eventually he got up to check on his phone, and I asked to take a shower. When I got out he was back on adam4adam, no doubt looking for more. I noticed a book about Twelve Steps beside his bed and rolled my eyes. So, in a sense, I'm still on my winning streak of unloading my nuts in guys who are pretty damn hot. But this was really pretty lame and disappointing. Maybe it's time to give the old dick a rest and vet my partners a little better. And wait for whichever caring reader wants to give me my next reminder-- no fucking in Chelsea! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It was 25 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. So does he. He was maybe 6'7" or 6'8". You tend to remember someone that tall. I'd see him around - but I didn't know him. I don't know how he ever got my number, but he did. He'd use that number late at night. "Matt" found me, not that long ago, on-line and he's been playing back those late night visits with vivid detail - the kind only I thought I remembered. After the bars would close and I'd get home, there'd be a call. Was I free? Was I alone? The door was left unlocked. Drunk I'd already be in or on the bed by the time he arrived, as he only lived a few blocks away - or so he said. I never saw his place. These were always summertime fucks. I don't recall visits in the cold months. I remember the summer ones, because it was so fucking hot out and I lived in an old brick apartment building that held in the head and had no air conditioning. I remember because when his body was on top of me, we were both so slick, you could move with just fluid motions at one point or be stuck together where one would have to forcibly pry the other apart due to being adhered together. And while I'm a tallish guy, as we all know, what a difference 4-5" makes! : ) Matt had the leverage to do some damage - and while he didn't, he certainly knew what he was doing. The man knew how to fuck. And as you can see, he had the equipment. Mind you, two decades ago we didn't really have the technology to capture these images, but he was kind enough to send to me the other day after he touched base - and reliving old times. They were good times. Unless you were my downstairs neighbor. Keep in mind, bars close at 2:30a, Matt wouldn't show up until after 3:00a and well, the fucking went on for quite a while. Add to that, wooden floors and a VERY creaky bed frame - and we were very into it. Years later, after I moved out, I'd find he'd run into my downstairs neighbor who would comment on our escapades and congratulated him on his well.....skill. How she assumed he was the skilled one and not the receiver is anyone's guess. Maybe she heard me yell, "fuck me!". Yeah, I remember. I'll never forget that. Clearly, neither will he. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I have a fuck buddy who recently broke up with his boyfriend. And now I find myself less interested in sex with him. I mean, the sex is still good. He’s got 7 inches and he drops a good load in me. But the “thrill” has gone a bit. For one thing, the sex is always the same routine. He comes over, I buzz him up, he walks in and finds me ass up on my bed. He makes me suck him to get him hard, then we lube and popper up, he fucks me doggy, cums, and leaves. Kind of straightforward and blah. What made it extra fun and exciting (for both of us) was that he was cheating on his bf with me. And raw! He and his ex would get online and look for playmates, but “always together, always safe”. Unless I found my fb on alone. It was generally right after work as his ex worked later than he. We’d see each other online, he’d hit me up and be over in 10 minutes to bust his nut. We also got into a bit of dirty talk during. About how his bf was a condom nazi and it felt so good to be so bad and rawfuck me. I’d egg him on, asking for his raw load in my ass. Begging him to do what he was driven to do that his bf wouldn’t allow. When he would blow inside me, it was so damn hot! But now that he’s single? It’s just another top dumping his seed in me. Which just isn’t as much fun. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I unloaded down the throat of a tall, very good looking, hairy, bald, pierced and tattooed arty dude, squirt after squirt shot into him with my meat down his throat all the way up to the balls, squirting until he began to gag. I'm doing unusually good since Christmas, seems like; except that one big fat guy who didn't even get me off, all six guys since then have been willing and eager recipients of my cum. There's something pretty fantastic about finding myself horny, being accosted by a handsome man who likes me, having him make me feel so good I pop, and then there's not even any mess to deal with-- I cum right inside him and off I go. It makes me feel so light and free. I do this over and over and never get tired of it... it's fantastic that there's this free, easily available pleasure out there for me. I think back to the look on Arty Dude's face while I was on top of him and it just feels so gratifying. Early in the day Ultra Meat resurfaced, having been silent since well before the holiday; I'd been wondering about him and was taking an online quiz a completely sexless friend of mine sent me about whether or not you're a sex addict, and somewhere around the question that asks "Do you feel controlled by your sexual desire?" (no I do not), my phone lights up and it's him, saying, "Service?" I was genuinely happy to hear from him, but knew I wouldn't be free till late in the day, and he didn't have much time, so I had to let it go. But really that's all I need to suddenly want my dick sucked-- if a hot guy expresses interest in me suddenly my nuts flood my bloodstream with heightened anticipation of pleasure. I was too busy to truly look for anything until very late in the afternoon, and expected nothing, really. I checked out Arty Dude on Manhunt but decided he was too far away and too good looking for me; plus he was 6'3 and had "Safe only" plastered all over his profile so I figured he wouldn't even swallow me. I moved on, but a few minutes later he hit on me, I assume having seen my visit to his profile. It really didn't take long to work out the tryst. He was cool with swallowing and I had "gotten him hungry." He was a little closer than his profile led me to believe, so a half hour later I was in his place with my pants on the floor. Arty Dude liked everything pretty rough, more than I tend to like to deliver. He had huge nipple rings in his chest, and a huge PA in his dick, and wanted the nips pulled HARD. I love working a guy's chest over, but the nipple rings made it frustrating. Here's a guy I could really chew on, which would make my dick ooze like a broken honey jar, but he had these big metal rings in the way, so big they barely fit in my mouth. I did my best, though, and he told me not to be shy pulling them, so I wasn't. At one point I was on top of him, tugging and twisting away, with my dick down between his sweet cheeks, and he was reaching down there to press my dickhead against his hole, hard; his face was twisted back in an expression of pure ecstasy. I felt almost like he was trying to push my rod into his ass, and I almost came from the excitement. He really was bigger than I like, but he had fantastic muscular arms, shoulders, and legs, and a long fairly trim hairy body, a little loose, as if maybe he lost a lot of weight a while back, but overall really nice, and with that very handsome/pretty face, I figured he would be pretty awesome to get my dick in. But I didn't want to push it. And at that point if I stuck it in I would cum instantly. So we did what we did-- I fucked his face, ate his ass, manhandled his body, fingered his ass deeply with two fingers, now a thumb... and we kissed and stared at each other with shit-eating grins on our faces, both feeling the pleasure the same. And finally I knew I'd reached that tipping point one too many times, so I hopped up, stuck my dick in his mouth, felt the awesome sucking that coaxed the fluid out of my balls, and fired away. He took me so deep I thought he would choke. And when I pulled out I wasn't done cumming; I beat myself hard until I came a little more on my hand. I fed this to him and then tugged at his nips until he popped too. He let me take a shower and while I was rinsing off, said, "All I have is tap, sparkling, and cranberry." I felt as if I was at some fancy resort where you get to cum in the waiter. The glass of water was waiting outside in the kitchen and I drank some, dressed, and chatted with him a bit. "I hope you don't feel like you have to rush out," he said, and I didn't, and then wondered if maybe he would have liked to linger in bed a bit rather than have me jump up and get washed. I only did that because I was very sweaty and because he seemed a little fidgety and not inclined to kiss any more after he came, so I paused a beat. "Well now that you've said that, I'm going to stay all night!" I drank the water and he laughed good-naturedly. We had a nice little chat about his dog, his apartment, and other little things; he seemed like a very sweet person. I was finally fully dressed and he was still totally naked. I pulled him to me one last time and kissed him, then whirled him around to admire his rear one more time, and the elaborate tattoo patterned all across his back. Then I was on my way. Let's see how many more dudes I can jizz in before the spell is broken, shall we? More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here The Camp Palm Springs is no more. It was primed for New Year's Eve in its latest incarnation as The Skylark, renovated from its slightly louche seedy gay origins into a dressed up midcentury mainstream identity. There'll be nobody walking around with his dick hanging out at The Skylark. All traces of its former gayness have been obliterated with fresh paint, fresh flowers and fresh bedsheets. I sincerely doubt that its new guests will be as fresh. I described the Camp as a sex hotel, and it certainly wasn't the only hotel in Palm Springs where a hustler's footfalls could be heard on the concrete at any hour of the night. But somehow it managed best to exude that certain aura: there's sex going on in every room, behind every door. The mystique was there even at its old location on a residential street slightly removed from Warm Sands. It was run by a salty old dog who called himself Major Dad and the play areas recalled a vague military theme. Not a wartime combat environment, but rather a draftee's medical exam environment; there were examination tables, and stockades, decor that recalled the brig, lots of camouflage, netting, helmets and dog tags adorning the walls. Major Dad moved the Camp to the north end of town and prominently on Palm Canyon Drive, the main drag, taking over a dumpy gay resort called the Desert Hangout. The military theme was softened a bit, but the sexual temperature returned to sizzling when regularly scheduled sex parties started, which for the first few years were quite the thing. I don't know exactly why the fever cooled over time, but that it most certaily did The play areas were fucked up with some clueless remodeling, especially after the oversized tent, containing mattresses and bunk beds, was dismantled, and our fantasies of servicing the randy British troops of the North Africa campaign were quashed. I got pissed off at the management when the staff, called in to repair a toilet, removed and tossed (?) all of my rubber toys as a 'health measure,' they said. This was bullshit, of course, they thought they were getting my Jeff Stryker dildo, and though I raised a fuss, I never got it back. 'You don't want to go searching through the dumpster. It's too dangerous.' That's what they said. Total bullshit. But I did come back because the opportunities for sex were enticing, though, in later years, seldom realized. There was a time when Hot Desert Knights and Barebackrt filmed there, and porn star sightings were commonplace. Titpig fucking with a cigar hanging from his lips, ditto Cole Tucker, Tom Shannon geetting fucked, Lance Hancock pulling guys off the sidewalk into his room. And for a while, a few years back, the staff there was actually fucking guests...that tent set-up made things happen. But every good time must come to an end. If only prostitution were legal in this here State of California, I'm pretty sure I would have had even more to write about the Camp Palm Springs. As it was, we came as close we ever got. Farewell, forever, to The Camp. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... So one of my many resolutions for 2013 is to update this blog at least once a week. I figured I'd start slowly, with just a cataloguing of loads. So here goes: 2012 ended on a sour note.. I tried getting some cream on New Year's Eve, and was pretty much utterly stymied. The first few days of the New Year were there taken up by a nasty cold. Finally I felt a bit better, so on Wednesday I took myself to the gloryholes. It was a strange time. I took 2 loads in each end, and sucked a lot of cock. The highlight was this compact latino daddy with 8 uncut who loved my hole and bred me and kept on going. Friday I took on two married guys, in quick succession, during their lunch break. Both of them creamed in my boy hole. The second was particularly hot as he was fresh meat - thick, uncut, Latino, spoke English poorly. He asked nicely if he could cum inside me, and I remembered enough Spanish to say "Si papi chulo". I didn't explain to him that I had a fresh load in me when he entered, but its presence insured he didn't last very long. Monday was kind of epic. In the course of a three hours, I serviced three of my regulars. I milked one of my regular daddies, who had been backed up over a week by a work schedule of doom. He took some vids of him inseminating me, which came out quite well. Shortly after, one of my long time daddies came over, with his 9 inch pierced cock of delight. He is a felcher, and was super turned on to discover that I had a fresh creampie for him to delight in. He usually takes ages to cum, but the combination of my freshly bred hole and my eagerness got him to inseminate me in record time. Afterwards he stayed joined for nearly an hour as I sniffed poppers and confessed all of my exploits to him. He commented that I'm the only boys he's been with that he can be a total pig with at one moment, but then switch gears into a spiritual mentoring mode without it seeming abrupt. Finally, a local pig daddy called and wanted me over. I didn't tell him about the other two dads until I got there, but I could see his eyes light up when he did. We smoked up and sniffed poppers, and got to business. He used and abused me fairly hard, but gave me the third load of the day in short order. In the shower at home I sampled all the cum in me. I swear it was nearly a cup full of perfect man cream, churned and combined my cunt into something otherworldly. I, of course, ate some and didn't let it go waste. So yeah, that's 2013 so far - 7 loads up my hole, a few down my throat (they barely register in my accounting), and more to cum. Happy New Years to one and all. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I got the first load of 2013 from the same guy who provided the last load of 2012. He wanted to fuck, and well, I wanted to be fucked. Simple as that. The only problem was that I had back to back work meetings, even though they'd be telephonic and taken from the home office. I still had to participate, so I originally told him I could not meet. He is nothing if not persistent. He asked if he kept it quiet and said nothing, could he fuck me while I was on the phone. I hesitated for a bit then finally relented. Sure it was risky, but when sex drives run high, one does things they might not ought to do. I left my office door unlocked and was on the phone when he arrived. He was dressed causally - sweater, tie, dress shirt, dressed up trousers, but not suit pants. I thought he'd be hard, with the scene we'd set up, but he wasn't. I stroked the dick he let out of his fly. And make no mistake, that is as close as he came to undressing. I couldn't mute my phone, but went down to my knees and silently as possible sucked his cock. He was quiet as a mouse. He went hard. 7" of dick with a slight upward curve. I stood up, my pants went down, I bent over. Simple. He was behind me. The phone was still active when he entered me. I kept it quiet, so did he. It did get to the point where I wasn't needed for some part of the call and put it on mute. We got a little noisier, but not by a lot. He does a good job fucking, and I think I do a good job getting fucked - though at one point he just stopped moving and I ended up fucking myself on his cock. He liked that. Hell, I liked it too - but there is something about having an active top, but I'm good with mixing it up. I was able to stay on mute for a while - at least until he hit the point of no return and dumped a nut up my ass. I squeezed that shaft for good measure, milking every drop out of it. As soon as he withdrew, I was needed on my call....he went to straighten up a bit. The call ended and he let himself out. I kept him inside. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Sometimes it's just fun to stick your dick in someone and pound away till your nuts burst open with slippery nectar. Especially if the other dude kisses like a dream and is visibly overwhelmed in the moment with his pleasure at being mounted, groped, pushed and prodded, and seeks out your dick with a shameless, undisguised pleasure. The guy I fucked tonight had an amazingly firm, meaty, shapely upper body-- wide, square, muscular shoulders that took the brunt of my weight without yielding a millimeter, and a hard tight torso covered with short, stubbly hair that awakened the nerves in my own body as I moved against his. When I was eating his ass he accepted my tongue into him with suppleness, but a finger or two suggested he would be very tight. His looks and build made me unusually intimidated-- he is older than me but has extremely handsome, all-american looks, if a little boyish-- and I felt like I wasn't going to perform well when we first touched and kissed; I panicked a little, feeling inadequate. But he seemed very into me and I finally let my guard down and slowly felt that connected feeling I have when the sex gets good, when I lose myself and become one with the act of pleasuring another body by pleasuring my own body with his. His tongue slithered into my mouth over and over, not the rigid probing of the clueless but the languid contact with mine that amplifies the feeling of not knowing where one body stops and the other starts. I mounted him and thrust against his hard musculature. He was wearing a hard metal cockring which suddenly slammed against my right nut and made me have to stop the proceedings for a minute to recover. And while I was eating his ass at the side of the bed, his dog came over and nosed me gently, thankfully not sticking his snout in my own ass, which probably would have made me faint with cognitive dissonance. But other than those amusing little mishaps, I lay upon him and my body melted into him and I knew I had to get my hard rod in him despite his tightness, had to cum in him and have that ultimate union. I aimed and pushed and despite the initial resistance I slid in all the way up to the balls and he took me like a champ. He looked so good beneath me. His body was lightly scented with some cologne, which almost never happens any more and reminds me of fucking guys in the 90s. The scent somehow seemed like another part of him I was sensually uniting with. That ultimate union. And yet. Afterward I felt completely lifted up, almost baptized with pleasure. His face had been so handsome, so open to me and full of desire when I told him I couldn't hold back any more and I slammed my ejaculate into him, over and over, pounding the bed into the wall noisily as I unloaded. He was verbal throughout but only knew two words to express how he was feeling: "Oh shit." I held the sides of his hard body tight as I ejaculated everything I had into him, and he repeated "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.". And I pulled hard on his nipples and forced myself into him as deeply as I could while he pushed himself over the precipice of orgasm as well-- he'd stayed rock-hard the whole time I fucked him, which I love, and which I don't think was due merely to the cockring. It was due to us sharing fantastic, physical, athletic, mutually pleasurable sex. I love it when this happens-- this kind of orgasm, following this kind of connection, makes me feel as if my brain has been reset, garbage has been collected, defaults restored. We chatted amiably after as I got dressed, and I felt the kind of fellowship you have with a receptive guy you just pounded into oblivion with a minimum of fuss-- we arranged this hookup in mere minutes, and I only had to walk about 5 blocks to his place. I thanked him and kissed him as I left, and the only negative coda was that the dog had wet in the hallway by the door, apparently jealous of me, or whatever. Boyishly Handsome looked at it with dismay and called the dog a son of a bitch, and I apologized as if it was my fault, and he said don't worry about it, and I left. I felt very fine indeed. I found a cozy restaurant nearby that served very nice Italian food, served by a waiter who I felt looked absurdly like the movie star who would play Little Beard Big Nose-- much more handsome and regular-featured, darker beard and more sultry eyes, very diffidently but also exuberantly Italian, but slight like LBBN, with the same accent. I read my novel and enjoyed my food and decided I felt too good; I needed to dissipate a bit more of it, and texted Boyishly Handsome to tell him the fuck had put me in an excellent mood, was just what I needed, and thanks again. I think I imagined a like-minded reply; certainly hoped for one because of course he felt the same, and what's the harm in saying so? But he never replied at all. I've been around the block far too many times to feel truly disappointed by this, but it jolts one back to a level of reality that you leave for a bit when you fuck-- while the entire universe seems to contract to a little sensual cocoon around two intermingled male bodies, one pouring his inner secretions into the other, both locked at the lips in what feels like an inside-out embrace, there are still two universes there, barely separated in space as you press your faces together, but separated on another plane by an infinity of unknowing. What did I project onto him, what did he project onto me, what did he feel that is not completely explained by a rock-hard oozing dick? What does any of this mean? I walked through Times Square to take a train more distant than I needed to, and it was largely deserted at that time on a Tuesday night, but the huge screens kept mutely flashing for the blank walls of the tall hotel buildings anyway. Everything felt surreal; the novel I'm reading is about unreality and inept searches for authentic experience. It was like I was looping. I got to the train, read some more, and at the transfer started to walk into a subway car which was carrying, even more absurdly, the *real* Little Beard Big Nose, plugged into an iPod and looking down at something he was reading. I reflexively turned back and got on the next car, thinking it would be awkward to talk to him on the slow ride home. Then I thought he might ask me about the book I was reading and I could ask about his and we could have a nice conversation maybe, since he always scampers away after we fuck, yet always comes back for more. Then I realized this wish to show off and use a talisman like a book to conjure up my identity and a connection was also like something that might happen in my novel, and very silly and adolescent. For the rest of the ride home I felt like the dumbest guy in the world. Sex is such powerful juju. Like a hallucination, it's intensely felt physically, but is not in and of itself real or lasting. Soon I'll go in to curl up against my partner, who I haven't had sex with in years, and feel a real warmth radiating from his body that, tomorrow in the daylight, will be mirrored in the warmth of his words and our experiences together. It will miss that intensity that fucking a stranger has, but we will have that togetherness I talk myself into believing has happened on that other plane in moments of intense physical pleasure. I'm very lucky to have both, and hope I never forget it. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... New York, Chelsea Hotel Saturday, January 12, 2013 Request invite on bbrt, a4a, or here through my email. More (many of his blog posts have video)...