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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Today, @cumhungrynick(twitter) also ladmad from BBRT wanted to break his record of 8 cumloads in his hole. I texted a buddy that whores out bottoms and he sent out a text blast, I contacted tops i knew from BBRT and gave them the location, I got there around 1pm, and one top was fucking his hole, and another was jacking off. The top shot his load, and ran a red marker on his bubbled cheeks. The first load of the day, the other top, one that I have played with a few times, dived into his load, he loves eating cumsloppy ass as much as I do. We took turns fucking his bubbled butt, and another top showed up, the three of us took turns ravaging his ass, pinning him down, putting him on his back, fucking him doggy style, as i was fucking him, my buddy told me to pull out, and he emptied his load into his ass. the other top then fucked him and came inside of him. I then drilled his ass, until I had shot a load deep into his ass. I left, went home, got back on my computer, a got two more tops to breed him. I went back around 4:30, by this time, he had swallowed a load, and taken 11 in his ass. I dove in and began eating him out, another top came in and watched me fuck him, finally the top began fucking his ass, one of the tops thom earlier showed up, and once again, he had 3 tops using his hole. He kept trading off on his hole, churing in those cumloads, putting him in whatever position we wanted to, using him as our cumdump. We wrote WHORE, SLUT, CUMDUMP, NO LOAD REFUSED on his ass cheeks, along with the tally marks that he had accumulated. Then the top from earlier shot into his mouth, and the other top used him until he bred his ass, his hole, humming with a fresh load of sperm, was just perfect for me to dive into, and breed. I pounded him on his stomach until I came deep in his hole. He said he wants to come back to the USA as soon as he can. I cannot wait. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked Little Beard Big Nose again, and we had a bit of a breakthrough-- he hit me up out of the blue last week via text asking me to fuck him, saying (as if to sweeten the deal, since we haven't done it since late September, and maybe he thought I'd lost interest), "I've been thinking about swallowing your cum." Well! I figured if he finally lets me cum in him it's almost like I'm fucking a different guy, and maybe the excitement of the new would let me banish the lingering disappointment in fucking the muscular Filipino last week. He'd told me Mondays were best for him, and I said I might be able to swing it. To keep him warm, on Sunday, I sent him a little text saying "I've been thinking about fucking your little body all day long." That got him going, but after that I remained a little sphinxlike and terse. Ever the dirty dog, I did idly hunt around a bit this morning while working on various sites to see if anyone new wanted my dick in them, but pickings are still very, very slim for me; all I got was interest from fake dudes on BBRTs who always hit me up and never come through. It was making me depressed, and I figured it was dumb to do that to myself when I *always* have a pretty awesome time with Little Beard Big Nose, who seems to secrete opium through his pores or something, driving me crazy with lust for him. So before I'd wasted too much energy on losers, I texted him to see if he was around, and he was here in 15 minutes, curled up against me in the foyer, his cute little body snuggled up in a big warm fur-lined coat, a sharp new haircut buzzed clean on the sides and long and floppy on top as the dudes around here do, pressed up against me hungrily with an eager hand pulling down my zipper and reaching inside for what he needed. I honestly didn't expect much this time, really. Despite his overall awesomeness, Little Beard Big Nose doesn't give very good head-- it's passable but a little heavy on the tooth and weak on the tongue. But if I can calm him down and get him off my tubesteak, which he always dives for instantly, long enough to get him standing still, just the feeling of running my hands over his sweet little body, feeling his little torso, narrow bony hip, and voluptuous swelling assmeat and thick thighs never fails to make my dick hard as a rock, without any manipulation at all. And if the sensations he gives my tool with his mouth are not enough to get me off typically, the sight of my fat meaty shaft sliding into his darkly bearded mouth is. And I fucking love the haircut-- the best worlds of masculine buzzed scalp and luxuriant, glossy, sensuous hair to grab onto when my ardor overflows and I just need to pull some hair. And don't forget his gigantic dick, only a little bigger (and fatter) than mine but incongruously humongous on his little, little frame. This kid's got it all! He's hard to fuck, though. His asshole is brillolike in its hair growth and he's tight as can be. I had lube ready this time, though just lying on top of him and then eating his pungently sweaty ass out was enough to make my prick ooze with lubricating precum. I figured in the past I just haven't lubed him up enough to get in easily the first time, which maybe made him seize up a bit. But even lubed up, he could only stand so much fucking before the grimace on his face was too much to bear. Unfortunately now I was all lubey and sticky, which I hate, but I didn't care; I just got on top of him and the kissing, body contact, mutual stroking, and intense energy circuit was enough to drive me out of my mind. I came close to cumming twice, especially when my dick slid down between his legs and I thrust it up and down between his meaty buttocks-- something about being full-on pressed up against a little guy, skin to skin like that, with his body pushing your dick away from your belly at an angle just so, is almost as good as fucking. But not quite as good. I made him open up to me two more times, the third time being good enough for him to let me hold his feet aside with my hands and drill him deeply, slowly, with full-hipped thrusts and pulls, all the way in and all the way out, but slo-o-ow. Very fuckin nice, but it just made me want to cum in him, after pounding the fuck out of him, which I knew he couldn't take. So I took it out again and fucked his dick in my hand, while he looked at my dick, my hand, my body, and my face with total helpless desire. He wraps himself around me so nice. I feel his calves sliding past mine, I feel his thighs around my hips, his hands on my hairy back. He twists his neck up and slide his face against mine. If he could just take my dick, he'd be fuckin perfect. I sucked his big tool for a while myself, because it's just so nice and meaty, and we 69ed a while, too. But mostly it was that intense body contact and kissing. About 45 minutes sizzled away, unnoticed. My dick slid down between his legs again, and the enveloping flesh of his buttocks was enough to make my dick squirt one shot. I jolted awake from my body-drunk haze, and sat up quickly, relaxing the muscles between my legs with all my mental power, to keep more jets from being lost before I could get my dick in his mouth. He sat up eagerly, reading what was going on. I put my dick in his face and jerked. And nothing happened! I had somehow actually willed my juicy orgasm out of existence completely after one spurt. That was new! I said, "Uh! It's gone!" and laughed, and he was like, "What??", uncomprehending. He stuck out his tongue to lick my dickhead and then guide the shaft into his mouth. It felt very, very nice. "Just suck my dick," I said, thinking, fuck, I'm not gonna cum, what'd I do to myself? But it got even better and I felt my balls going liquid between my legs, and my vision cloud. He was gonna suck the cum out of me! So I said, "Yeah! Suck the cum out of me!" and he sucked more and more and I shot and shot and shot and shot and shot into him, and he took it all very gamely, beating himself harder and harder with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, till he popped all over my calf and then his own body. But of course then he scampered off to the bathroom and spat me out, I think, or at least carefully washed out his mouth. Boo. But wow, when he inhaled the pleasure out of my testicles, that was worth everything. That was good. We talked a little bit about how I'm having trouble sleeping and then how to cook this gigantic, three-foot spaghetti I bought that has chili peppers right in the noodles. He suddenly sounded more Italian than he ever did, talking about garlic, olive oil, and pecorino romano; it was cute. But as usual he scampered off without seeming to want to linger much, saying as he went through the door that we should not wait 6 months again to do it. It's really only been a little over three, but maybe that's how it has to be. I will seriously regret the day I'm disappointed in Little Beard Big Nose! More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... I GOT FUCKED recently by a 9-inch black master's cock that was also about 6 or maybe 7 inches around. All he wanted was to fuck, fuck, fuck. He had me cover up my cock in a jock strap and refrained from even touching it. He didn't want me to suck him, didn't force me to rim him, all he wanted was to fuck my hole. And fuck it he did, for about 4 hours straight. He is an experienced top bull who knows how to fuck and he proved it by taking about an hour to open me up slowly with that monster black cock. It wasn't until that first hour passed before he started giving it to me really hard. He'd pull all the way out, slap my ass with his wet bone, then ram it full tilt and dig and grind and fight his way as deep as he could go. Then he'd pull it all the way out and start over. He loves holes that are open, wet and sloppy, and that's exactly what he had created during his first hour of slow fucking. Now the serious rape was set to start. His favorite position had me squatting over the edge of the bed so he could just stand there and deliver, over and over, up and in and in some more. I wore my leather harness for him, and he was so grateful, because he knew exactly what it was made for: Grabbing onto the back straps and using them to pull me toward him whenever he was thrusting into me. Our smacking sounds made his dog bark in the hallway outside the closed bedroom door. But after another hour or so of that, both of us needed to change positions. My legs, folded like they were, were falling asleep and hurting almost as much as my bitch hole. And he just wanted to get off his feet and fuck me laying down, so we spooned as he laid his pipe into me on the bed. Wrapping an arm around my belly he continued to dig deep, until he held me tight while his cock was buried and I knew he was emptying another load. Yes, you got that right, I was taking it raw from the get-go, and probably already had one load in my pussy. I'll tell you a little more about this in a few. But after he dropped a second pile of semen in me, he stayed inside while we spooned, and in a few minutes he was breathing heavy and I swear he took a little nap. LOL. I needed a breather myself, so as I felt his cock slowly shrivel back, I flexed my outermost ring muscles around his head to prevent it from sliding all the way out, and that brought my black bareback bull out of his slumber, ready for the second half. And man, what a kickoff. He started shoving his soft cock back inside of me while he found and played with one of my tits, and I started talking dirty back to him, begging him for his load. Begging him to give me more. Begging him to breed me. And then, I said what apparently were the magic words to his ears. The secret password to unlocking the dom in his inner being and bringing out the true, selfish, unrelenting top fucker that we powerbottoms crave, and more often than not only dream about. I begged him to poz me. Yeah, he was positive. I'm negative. And from the get-go, remember, we were fucking raw. I knew what I was doing, and now I told him. I wanted his toxic seed to find its target. I wanted him to breed me in the ultimate way possible. "Charge my pussy, daddy," I told him. And with that, I could literally feel his cock stiffen up inside me, I could feel his head flare out into a hammer-like knob, and I could detect a new mission in every inch of his 6-foot-4 muscular loins. "Charge my pussy, daddy." ... With those magic words, he turned me onto my stomach, then rolled over on top of me. He ordered me to raise just my ass and I did, knowing what he intended. He inserted his now throbbing cock inside my now dripping cunt and he proceeded to jackhammer my hole. He'd pull it back, then drill it deep till that fat cock head hit my walls. The force of impact was so hard, my head started hitting the wooden headboard of his bed. And I could feel the head of that cock hitting every spot deep inside me. Each pullback and thrust was harder than the one before, and I had all I could do to tap every muscle in my thighs and hips to keep my bubble butt raised up for the onslaught. "Fuck the headbangin' pain," I said to myself, I knew I was getting the fuck of a lifetime from a bull niggah who was quite possibly changing my life forever. And then it hit me, literally. His thrusting was building up to a crescendo, and I could sense he was ready to blow. Wrapping his arm around my neck to put me in a classic choke hold and with an audible deep breath, he cocked the trigger of his body one more time and dove forward with all his might, driving that toxic fuck stick as far as it would go, and then driving it in some more until finally, for the first time in my life, I felt a cock go where no cock had ever gone before, with the very tip of his dick breaking through an elusive ring in my inner sanctum that I could absolutely feel all the way around, 100 percent, as his penis slit punched through it. And then he froze stiff. He held me there, the hair on my head grinding -- literally grinding -- into the grain of the wood of that fucking headboard. The package was being delivered. Not sure how much he had to give, but he was giving me the gift that may never stop giving. He was seeding me, breeding me, charging me -- making me his poz niggah* by injection. (*a term he freely used and encouraged me to use during our rut.) * * * It's been six days since my negative innards were invaded by poz sperm, and my hole sure doesn't feel right, but I don't know yet if I got charged. If it happens, it happens. The bull niggah wants another crack at my ass and also wants to arrange a gang rape with 3 other hung black studs on New Year's Day, with me tied in a sling. That is undoubtedly my ultimate fantasy, the pinnacle of a white bitch powerbottom's drooling worship of superior big black cock, but whether my pussy will be healed by then, and whether the question of my status is moot by that point, we'll just have to see. Maybe I'll hold out till Martin Luther King Day. My own special way of paying tribute to king cock. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a bud's house this afternoon, and had a great time. I've been feeding him my load since the beginning of December, and he's great at what he does. This afternoon, he asked me over for dinner at his house sometime later this week. I'm not sure what this means, but it was prefaced with asking me if I had a partner. I told him I'd see what night works well for me, but I'm kinda surprised by this turn of events. Any thoughts? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here His hair had grown out. It was easier to tell when I put my hands in it than by looking at it. He mentioned it as I felt it - I acknowledged that I liked it. It felt right. It felt good. I liked it when I held his head when we kissed. It had been months since we had - and I had missed it in my own way. Due to my schedule, we had little time to play, but we found a window of time and we used it. It all happened so fast, so quickly - we had time to kiss, time to make out (which you know I do with few people, save him), there was no foreplay or very little. Ok, yes, I sucked a bit and yes, I ate his ass very little (and him mine), but really it was not an extended session and as much as I like to do all those things, that was not the focus for either of us. On the bed it was quick - too quick. We had time lines, unfortunately. Except for pants and shoes, nothing else came off....of either of us. It was down, but not dirty. I was on my back, he above me. His cock slipped into me like it was meant to be there. I love the way he fucks me. 7" of dick, curved slightly and the guy knows how to use it. And he knows it. I would not call it a quick pump and dump, but again - time lines. In and out - in and out. You all know the mechanics. There is something to be said for kissing while fucking. There is something to be said about kissing more deeply the closer one gets to coming. Of course, there is something to be said about coming. ...and he did....right up my ass. Flexing of the dick, knowing his load was shooting in me. Knowing that is where we both wanted it to be. It felt right. It felt good. I'm hoping we don't wait months to do it again. I'm thinking he's thinking the same thing. More...

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Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Great start of the 2013! January 5, 2013. Motel 20 loads This day I will remember always. The day I truly lived to my name of cumdump. I was blindfolded on all fours in my red jock and red "cumdump" shirt, poppered up, taking loads from anonymous tops all day in a sleazy motel. I was raped by guys I never saw. I was gangbanged by a group. I was bred by nasty verbal tops who called me "fucking bitch, fucking cumdump", who were spitting on me, feeding me their cocks, sticking their cocks in my cumfilled sloppy cunt until they shot their dirty loads into the mix. I took all and any loads that day. My cunt was filled with a mix of 20 loads that I kept for many hours. Some of it spilled out while I was getting fucked over and over again but new loads took the place. Cum was spilling from my cunt on the bedshits, dripping down the edge of the bed, and pooling on the carpet. I farted out some loads out for you to see. Some of the loads stayed in my ass to absorb in my body like a real cumdump should do. All guys were saying that my ass is amazing, it feels so good, they love my cummy sloppy cunt and kept coming by for repeat to just to get into my cumfilled ass to drain their nuts again- they could not get enough of it. They were like kids in the candystore. I understood what they mean when they say that cum was swimming in someone's ass-that what I felt literally when I stuck my finger in my anus. I felt a pool of warm cum in my enlarged rectal vault. It felt amazing. Warm spunk coating my rectal walls and swimming in my cum reservoir. My anus became a pussy. My rectum became a vagina. I am here to collect sperm, I am a DNA collector. I am a cum receptacle. I love it! Now some teaser pics on different stages of the party as my pussy gets more full of spunk and sloppier. Wouldn't you want to stick your cock in there? I would! More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Thanks to all my followers for sticking around! I receive many compliments on bbrt, personal mail, and here for my blog. Your support keeps me going. I had a lot of fun last year and shared some of it with you. Let's have more fun this year and I will share with you more of fun pics and videos. You all voted on my polls about what you like to see more: pics of my cumhole and videos of me getting gangbanged were winners! you also wanted to see my face and ass pics and me getting fucked. I listen to you as always and will post more of that this year. You nasty fuckers, I know what you want- you want to watch me getting filled with loads until spunk leaks out of my pussy:) New Year Full of CUM is here! Yours always, cuntarmo More (many of his blog posts have video)...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I creamed inside the muscular little Filipino dude I've fucked a bunch since the end of 2011. I was pretty horny all day but Friday is traditionally impossible to hook up on, so all my cruising came to naught. I've had a vague New Year's resolution bubbling around in my head, about not turning down hot guys who want to fuck just because I've been in them before, and about not taking the pursuit of new ass and racking up numbers so far in general. Being away for a week or two without much chance to hook up (though I ended up putting my cum in two guys while I was away without really trying too hard!) was in a way a nice break. I'm still a little haunted by the 63-hours-of-nonstop-sex figure I tallied up for last year, and wonder if maybe I need to cool it a bit. There were periods towards the end of the year where pickings felt slim and I felt almost a kind of pressure to hook up. I'd like things to be a little lower-key. So when the flip hit me up online, sending a sexy picture of himself to my phone for good measure (he always does this, and it's always a new picture, and he always looks good), I cast around a bit for new ass juuuust to make sure I wasn't missing out on anything, then remembered my resolution and how much I love his muscular little body and how well he takes a pounding, and I ran over for what I hoped would be some long deep porkin'. Well. I think I've officially Fucked This Dude Too Much. He appeared at the door looking cute as usual, but when I grabbed his little torso before we went upstairs in greeting, I felt that he was already porkin' up a little himself! I of course am one to talk-- I really gotta slim down a bit-- but one of the biggest appeals was always how great his little body was. He had my dick hard as a rock in seconds as usual with his mouth, but his body was much thicker than it was a couple of months ago. He'd cleaned himself out a little too thoroughly too, I think-- he was squeaky-dry and we had to use some of his gloppy lube to get my big fat tool in him all the way. And he was unusually tight-- I didn't ask but I wonder if he hasn't been bottoming much, because usually he is a velvety, resistanceless screw. But I ate his ass for a long time, sucking his big fat balls into my mouth one after the other and hardening his dick with a few sucks too-- bottoms, feel free to chime in on how you can enjoy bottoming and sex in general when you're not even hard? Very mystifying to this top. He liked that, and it was exciting to make him hard before I ran my bone into him. But the room was very warm, and I began to notice things I never had before, when fucking him was still relatively new. His bed is some kind of foam thing that you slowly sink into, covered with snuggly fuzzy covers; I like a firm, trampolinelike surface covered with crisp sheets so I can get proper leverage for long deep thrusts of every inch I have to give. There was a gigantic TV at the end of the bed, cartoonishly large, that somehow was very distracting to me this time! (When I came in, it had a gigantic porno playing on it, but I asked him to turn it off; maybe that's why I'd never noticed before.) His hair was crusty with hair gel and his body was unusually unctuous with lotion. And when I flipped him on his back you could really tell he'd thickened up some; the little waist I loved to hold while I plowed him was not visible any more. It was still pretty fun manhandling his body; his arms are hard and thick and his shoulders round and firm, and nothing is more exciting than putting all your upper-body weight on a guy's shoulders while you put all your lower-body weight into slamming your hips against his ass, and he looks up at you with that helpless bottom look. But I had gotten myself a little too excited eating out his beautiful ass-- that was still as lovely as ever, for sure-- and I kept feeling like I would cum. And he kept twitching deliciously around my dickhead whenever I would stop the plowing... a wonderful, subtle, ass-sucking sensation that almost magnetically draws the cum out of a top's nuts. I held back from the brink of orgasm at least four times, so when I finally couldn't hold back any more, I whimpered my need to cum in his ear, and he just huffed "Yeah" into my ear, and I was suddenly fucking into my own slippery goo, and cumming even harder from the beautiful slick sensation. It was a lot of cum, after backing off four times. I could feel it all shoot through me. He held me close to him with my dick still deep inside him for several long minutes. I told him to let me just brush my lips against his, and I felt the last of my seed trickle through my engorged cumtube into his guts while I gently brushed our mouths together... very sensual. Then I pulled out with a bit of a pop as my fat dickhead went past his sphincter, and told him I needed to lie back and rest a bit. I had a slight headache when I went over that had been magnified by the heat and the exertion. He stroked the hair on my chest and arms and shoulders a bit and I relaxed and the headache abated some. But I think he didn't want me to hang around too long, so I took the hint when he mentioned meeting someone for dinner to get dressed. This fuck barely lasted a half an hour; when I went over I had dreams of going at it with him for an hour or more because I knew from experience he was a good fuck. But I guess I really am made to be promiscuous, always plowing new meat. We'll see how it goes this year... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today definitely made up for yesterday. We stopped off in DC to break up the long drive back to Brooklyn and are staying in a friend's empty apartment. I had to get back into the swing of things at work after a long holiday vacation. My partner spent the day beebopping around the city. Work was busy in the morning but light in the afternoon, and of course I'd been looking for someone to unload in the whole time in the background as I worked. The selection of men here is definitely better than it was down south in my hometown-- an online acquaintance who recently moved there called it the "sale-bin of gays", a very apt phrase that fills me with jealousy when I think I didn't coin it. But I'm amazed at how many guys in DC are still on all the hookup sites with exactly the same pictures and professed ages they had when I lived here years and years ago! And the same guys I rejected over and over while I lived here still hit on me like clockwork. And predictably, a bunch of other guys professed great desire for my dick and cum NOW and then suddenly became too busy when the time came to seal the deal. Same old same old! I came to despair of ever losing this week-long load. Until I finally hit on a guy on Growlr-- the site that let me down yesterday and which has not yielded any high-quality sex for me yet-- who looked verrrry nice but totally the type of guy who would blow me off. Surprisingly he replied right away with unlocked pix showing a gorgeously-shaped, naturally muscular body with a bit of padding and verrry nice hair and a rather pretty tool, too, sitting back in a chair with legs open just so, showing off his awesomely ample nutsack. He liked my pix too. But he was working in Georgetown and wouldn't be off till I would have to be having dinner and leaving town for home. I playfully asked him if he had an office door that locked, and decided I'd have to move on. Surprisingly again, after a bit of a delay, he said yes-- he could just "close the store" for a while and suck me off. I thought, "!!!" He told me where to go-- a stuffy antiques store on the north end of the neighborhood, and I told him I could be there in 15 minutes. But I didn't realize what was in store for me! I got there quickly and easily found parking, which is not common in that hood. I rang the bell at the door of the store and saw him materialize out of the depths of the place, wearing slightly tight jeans that he was filling out in a way that set my head spinning. His body was *much* nicer than the photos let on, much more intimidatingly built. He was also more handsome, with very dark, short hair and a rather full but trim black beard shaped a little bit like king of hearts in a deck of cards-- rather elongated on his very handsome chin. He had intense greenish blue eyes and somewhat swarthy skin. He let me in and turned around to lead me to the back, chatting amiably about breaking down and just closing the store early since there was no business all day, to give us time, yadda yadda. But all I could do was look at the incredible ass that was fighting its way out of his jeans, and the way his belt hitched up over his hips, stretched tight above the cheeks, then plunged down above his groin-- a curve that I can only describe as stupefying. What is it about the shape of a man's narrow hips, set above ample thighs and assmeat, that speaks to me so forcefully and wordlessly? What set of nerves in my brain picks up that shape and tells my knees to go slack? He was fuckin beautiful. He had told me he wanted me to suck him too, and online I'd said a handsome guy can inspire me to do that. This guy had me wanting to drop to my knees instantly. He cast his gaze around the place for somewhere we could go at it. I joined him, looking around at all the fussy pink, green, and pale yellow fabrics, and finally said, "We can't go at it on antiques." He laughed and said, "Yeah, there's no way I could get hard surrounded by all this. Well, I have a tiny little office." He led me back to the middle of the store and off to the side was a cramped closet jammed with files, fax machines, computers, and an absurdly large office chair. A space heater had it feeling rather tropical in there. I'm typically very easily distracted by uncomfortable surroundings, but I didn't care. We made out a bunch and both said "Oh yeah" when we felt our lips touch with just the right, mutually agreeable pressure, and I grabbed his firm, shapely body and pulled it to mine hard. I wanted to feel everything. He groped my meat through my jeans but I wasn't responding very quickly-- it really was just so cramped and uncomfortable in there. I felt his dick, and he was clearly hard and ready. So I just got down on the floor, unbuttoned his pants, admired his tight briefs clinging to his body for a bit, then pulled everything down and watched his pretty dick spring free in my face. He was only a tad smaller than me, a tad less meaty, and his head was more pointy and slender. He had the most beautiful set of full, round, tight-clinging balls I've seen in years hanging below. His whole body had light patches of that intensely dark chocolatey hair on it. My mouth overflowed with saliva and I just stared at it for a minute. A stream of gentle, porny talk flowed from his mouth in a very genteel mid-atlantic accent that only made me want him more: "Yeah, look at my dick, daddy bear gonna suck my dick, blablabla," but I kinda liked it. I don't suck a lot of dick, certainly not as a main attraction, but I wish I was still sucking his. Something about such a brutally handsome guy makes even a selfish top like me just need to do that. I sucked him till he oozed sweet precum in me. I worked my own dick over my lowered waistband as best I could, but it was very cramped. We pulled out the giant chair and he sat in it and I sucked him some more, simultaneously pulling off my pants so I could masturbate easier. After a while I was very hard, so I stood up and pushed him to his knees, and he sucked me back-- you can't imagine the thrill that went through my body when I saw that manly face full of my meat. He held my balls tight and sucked me rather roughly but with pretty good skill. I kneaded his meaty, wide shoulders through his dress shirt, then pulled it off to see his white t-shirt underneath, which clinged a little more to his beautiful curves. I reached inside to stroke his hairy chest and nips while he worked my dickhead. This was fucking awesome. We basically just kept trading places like that in this tiny room, moving the chair back and forth under the desk to give more room or a place to sit as needed. Several times while blowing him I felt the cum press hard against the ducts in my groin, wanting to spew. But I would relax and keep at it, letting the feeling subside. He took his shirt off and stood in front of me totally naked. I just looked him up and down, then took him all the way to the balls and closed my mouth around his coarsely hairy cockroot. He groaned and expressed his approval. And he did the same to me. I desperately wanted there to be a bed I could throw him on and grind into him on. Lacking that, we manhandled each other standing up, fucking each other's dick, feeling each other's solidity, and just enjoying being dudes having hot hot fun fun sex. We stroked each other's dick and stared into each other's eyes and bit into each other's neck. The final time I got to my knees to eat his bone, I pulled his balls down hard, which he liked and wanted harder, and just looked at these marvels in my hand, round firm flesh perfectly cloven down the middle like an oversized plum, just beautifully shaped testicles. And something about feeling them in my hand, and his dick in my mouth, and my own dickhead swollen and fat in my hand, made me start to shoot. "Ugh I'm cumming," I managed to chortle out, and a big jet shot in the air between us. He saw it fly and his eyes grew wide, and he hissed "In my mouth, in my mouth!" I stood up while he crouched down and we got my dickhead in his mouth as the third jet came out. He sucked me hard, a little too hard, but he wanted my juice. Fuck, I wanted his too. I wish we were someplace where we could be 69ing and jizzing down each other's throats simultaneously. My bones turn to rubber just thinking about it. Instead, he sucked the remaining cum out of me and beat off into his own hand-- not hard jets like mine, but his cum was beautiful to see anyway because it was his. I should have tasted it. I really should have. Instead, we wiped ourselves off on his t-shirt and chatted a bit as I dressed and cleaned up. Turns out we moved to DC within a year of each other, after both having left the same state where I went to graduate school-- he grew up a little ways up from the university! Weird coincidence! He's in a relationship too, I gather. But he told me if I was passing through again, to contact him. "My apartment is much more accommodating than this office." I just want to get on top of him so bad. And if he doesn't want that beautiful round hard ass eaten out, ***** is truly prince of this world and God is truly dead. He's someone I definitely have to keep in touch with. So a bunch of my load was wasted on the floor of a prissy furniture store. But a bunch of it is now inside one of the handsomest men I've ever touched. Finally starting 2013 out right! More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just finished my 2012 Load Count!! 75 delivered to eager participants, 35 self-administered, for a total of 110 loads for the entire year. That's an average of one load every 3.32 days. And, I'm already ahead of the game this year, since I just came back from delivering my first load of the year to an appreciative cocksucker. I hadn't seen him in quite a while, and it was nice to feel his expert skills on my cock. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today a big fat dude used me for my thick meaty cock, when I was supposed to be using *him* for his insatiable gullet! WTF! How did this happen? Well, the devil makes work for idle hands; before we headed out of town, my partner wanted to get in one last workout at the gym in my hometown where he'd paid for a week's membership to get his money's worth. I dropped him off and checked in with the guy who I fucked my cum into last week; he'd been after me last night on Scruff or something asking for a repeat, but I told him I didn't think I'd be able to. But he never replied. I also hit on tall, hairy, nicely built and nicely hung guy (a little too pretty for me, but pretty fine otherwise), who said he wanted to suck me until I was cross-eyed and seemed extremely excited that I could actually cum just from a hands-free blowjob and wanted to be edged. But when I texted him, he said he'd just gone to the gym and wasn't free till I'd be leaving. I hit up another guy who hits me up every single time I go to visit my family, and has for probably 5 years now, and never comes through. But of course his brother was delivering a sofa any minute so no good but wow it would be so hot to get my big fat dick in his hole yaddayaddayadda, full of shit as usual. So all that was left in my dwindling window was this guy who looked chunky, too young, and a little slow in the face, who appeared while I was exhausting this list of potentials. But he was only two miles away, according to Scruff. He said it was his birthday and he wanted some "daddy dick." OK. I told him it was his lucky day, that I hadn't gotten off in almost a week, and he was gonna be the lucky recipient of an explosive ejaculation. He gave me his address and I was at his place in 10 minutes. He opened the door and was beyond chunky-- he was genuinely globular. The pics were definitely him but were clearly taken several pizzas ago. After remembering how I imperiously lectured my good friend Jack on his log a few weeks ago about only sticking his dick in guys who are attractive to him and deserve his manly gift, I made a quick mental calculation. The calculation had three parts. One: Cum was backing into my brain from my nuts, making it hard to calculate. Two: all the prickteasing of the previous couple of days on these stupid apps had given me bona fide blueballs-- I hate these apps, as they make it too easy to cruise constantly whenever you have an idle moment, and every time someone tells me I have hot legs or that they want to taste my goo, I get a little tingle in my nuts which eventually adds up to mental frailty. And three: Fat chicks give the best head. I decided I could sit back and let him go to town on me and test my theory with a minimum of interaction with him and just get off in him and go. He claimed he had stamina and wanted to swallow me. So I figured I'd let him try. If he could get me hard, and could get the cum out of me, he deserved it in that moment. So I pushed him to his knees and pulled down my pants. I noticed his dick was already hard and jutting out in his shorts, just from having me in the room: eesh. I wish I was that excitable, but I am not. So he jerked at my tiny, cold, soft dick in a very unappealing way, trying to make me hard. This was clearly not going to work, so I told him to just suck it. And he did. And he gave really fuckin awesome head. How do guys like this instinctively know what to do, and dozens of beautiful men who clearly get all the dick they want have no fuckin clue? This guy was a svengali. He sucked me in and out of his mouth with no hands and no bobbing and no theatrics-- all just perfect hydraulics, friction, and slipperiness. Every time he inhaled my dong, it got a little harder. I thought, this ain't so bad! I just sat back in this hideous easy chair he had-- otherwise his apartment was pretty nice, except for the country girlie tinge it had; he clearly has a frequent buyer's card at Kirkland's-- and let him suck me bone-hard and oozing. I cooed encouragement and he showed no signs of wanting to stop. For most of this he was on hands and knees between my thighs, but at one point he put a huge meaty paw on the armrest of the chair. I like big hands, so I rested my own hand on it, thinking it might help me get into it a little more and not just focus on my dickhead. This was a mistake. He came within a minute of my touching him like that-- I think he'd been working on me for at most 10 minutes, maybe 15. He reared up his hugeness and I saw a very small dick ejaculating into his cupped hand. He ran to the kitchen and cleaned it off for what seemed to me like an inordinate amount of time. Thinking I was God's gift to fat dudes, I sat patiently in the ugly chair stroking my dick up and down with his viscous spit as lube, thinking he'd of course come back for more of my irresistible hotness. But he lingered in the kitchen after the faucet stopped. Without getting up, I called out, "Do you want some more, or are you done?" He called back, with an almost hostile, sing-song tone, "I'm done." As we say in NYC: Fuck you, you fucking fuck! Fuck that fucking shit! I couldn't believe it. Pwned! I put my pants back on and got my shoes and jacket in as quickly as I could, in silence, and headed for the door. "Happy birthday," I sang in a similar tone, and slid out. In the car, I sort of laughed. Turnabout is fair play, of course; I am not God's gift to fat dudes or anyone, really. But though he pursued me pretty aggressively online, as I shopped through my other contacts before settling on him, he never even looked me in the eye when I was finally there with him. And I honestly do think it was just touching his hand that put him over the edge. It's sort of horrifying to me that this kind of thing counts as a sex life for some people. When I was younger I had similar experiences with dudes who couldn't even blame that kind of disconnectedness from their sexual, sensual selves on their looks, either. Egad. Happy birthday, indeed. I am very superstitious and hope that having an experience like this on the first of the year doesn't somehow set the tone for the rest! But I've still got my load in me, and now it's only even more high-pressure. I hope I can shoot it in someone tomorrow! Whoever does get it is gonna be drenched. Wish me luck! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was a Manhunt find. Like all sites, Manhunt seems to be hit and miss. But out in California, it was a hit. Twice. Mind you, with the same guy two different times, but what the fuck - it worked. He (I got no name) was 6'3", shaved head, a beautiful toso that as partially shaved into somewhat of a diamond shaped pattern. He claims his cock was 8" x 5.5", but it seems larger...and thicker. But numbers and tape measures do not lie. He also seemed at least an inch taller. First time, he arrived late. Late enough that I was on the phone, on a work call, because I didn't think he was going to show. He entered quietly. He stepped behind me and rubbed my chest and nipples. I was a bowl of jelly while talking with whomever I was talking with. He knew it. He was revving my engines. The man was wickedly masculine and handsome - I would tell him later, totally porn-worthy. What he was doing hooking up with the likes of me is completely unknown. I wasn't really going to argue the fact. He was affectionate in nuzzling his unshaven face near mine and by my neck. Lips would never touch - either visit. I slowly stripped off his suit, cufflinks, tie, etc. He was dressed up for work, but in middle of the morning, here he was, in my hotel room. I stopped him as he went for his belt. Exposing him that way would be my "task". I love doing that and it's hot for a man like that to just stand there and be worshipped in certain ritualistic ways. Plus, before those pants come off, I love seeing a shaft just sticking out of an open fly. Most tops don't see the beauty in this, but I didn't want to be denied. I wasn't. It was a fucking beautiful thing. While ultimately successful, I did have to work to get that rod down my throat. I went to the short hairs and he fucking liked it. I fucking loved it. While we never truly talked about how he wanted to be drained, what good session doesn't usually start with some head? I so wanted to eat his ass too, but he said he would think about it. It turns out he's not a fan of having it eaten, which I don't get. I TOTALLY get guys hesitant about eating another ass. But somewhere along the line, I got the green light and he was fucking moaning. The hole was tight, so he's not the kind to have it played with often, if at all. Maybe he thought if one barrier went down, the others would. I had no intention of using anything but my flesh colored tongue for insertion. The guy loved my nuts. Granted, they are large and he assumed it was because I had a huge load in them. I did, but they are always that large anyways. I told him I don't come that much. We did move over to the bed. He leaned back while I sucked him. He played with my nuts. His fingers found my hole. The man was skilled. Not with this fingers but with that massive rod. He claimed not to want to fuck, but would rub the head over my hole, leaving me wanting....needing. He teased and teased and then the head was in. Then 2".....then 4. Just my spit as lube, no poppers.......and soon he was hitting bottom. And it was fucking glorious. He stood between the bed and the wall and I placed my feet against the wall. It seemed to be good for him too. He could feel me clamp down on every withdrawal. He felt me relax for every push. His eyes would roll in his head for the former, as if he were trying to keep control of his orgasm. I have seen it enough times with enough men to know the symptoms. He kept claiming he wanted to unload in my mouth, but didn't stop the pumping of my ass. I don't know if it was a ruse to keep up me so he could finish or if he thought he had time. I could read the signs in his face - there was no holding off. I squeezed my ass muscle and that's all she wrote. The eyes rolled back once more and he got his nut. Once he came off his orgasm high, he insisted I jack off. Normally I do this for no man, but he was fucking hotter than shit. He tugged my nuts and I stroked my dick. I got off - big time. I had a 10 day load, easily. I hit everywhere and everything with my jizz. He was in awe. He said, "I thought you said you don't come very much". I misspoke, I told him. I meant, I don't come very often. A week later, I was back in his town and he was back in my room, though at night. There was very little foreplay this time. It was fucking. Again, just spit, no poppers.....his dick, my ass. Hand and glove came to mind, but he wore no glove. It felt as good the second time as the first. It had not been a fluke. Both of our methods made the other feel good, until he slipped out of me.....on purpose. With no words, he lay back on the bed and waited. I took the hint. Straddling him, I held his dick stead and slid it into me. Slow and deliberate, I sank onto it, again, till we were bush to ass. Then I rode. He insisted (again), I jack off while I fucked myself on him and cum on him and in his face. It seemed like a good deal to me. He made it to the finish line before I do - they always do, but I don't come that often. He closed his eyes and got off, then encouraged me to shoot. I did - hitting mostly his face, but a few times in the face and once in the eye. I will give him this, he had me stand there, while he watched me afterwards and he stroked himself off - getting a second load. Had I known, I would have been on my knees to catch it like a good boy. I'm hoping to be back in his town sooner than later. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here This has been an exceptionally bad year for the porn industry. I'm not talking about declining sales of dvd's. Porn studios will adapt. I'm not talking about Los Angeles County voters' decision to mandate the use of condoms for porn videos. Only the AIDS mafia cares about that ineffectual and self-serving ballot measure; now they can feel good about themselves and the salaries they get from their non-profit constituents. No, I'm talking about the deaths of young men who have sex for the gay world's pleasure, and whose legacies are forever recorded on video. The biggest name of course is Erik Rhodes who had a fairly long career going back almost 10 years for studios like Falcon and Raging Stallion. Handsome, well-endowed, and with a sculpted mega massive bod fueled by steroids, he died of a heart attack that probably had to do with his reported use and/or dependency on GHB and amphetamines, among other stuff, not to mention those goddamned steroids. To croak at the age of 30 would have required a lot of drugs all working at the same time; but on top of that pharmaceutical stew of death, there were confused, maybe even pathological, psychological issues which he wasn't shy about revealing through the internet media. I really feel sorry for this guy who, though no stranger to the emergency room and at least one harrowing nightmare at Bellevue, probably never got the psychiatric help he so obviously needed. I have a friend who's a shrink with a Castro-based group of patients, including not a few porn players, who has alluded to (in generic terms, my friend is totally professional and doesn't name names) the porn stars who muddle through each day, feeling unloved, unappreciated, unwanted, unfulfilled, depressed, despondent and who search for relief at the gymn, in the bars, on the internet, in the park, on the street, or in the arms of a guy who doesn't give a good goddamn about his problems. Some of them are very much like Erik who at 30, was mournful that he was getting 'old' and losing his looks. And I'm still oversimplifying this culture of self-destruction. Blogger Derek Hartley, who knew ER, writes most eloquently about a doomed pornstar's life...Erik's death was a self-fulfilling prophesy. And then, there's the issue of Erik's HIV status. It turns out he was poz. Is anybody out there surprised? Obviously he barebacked in his personal sex life (so what?) and there's a lot of shit swirling out there about his threesome with another escort and a rich client the night before he died. These revelations have been posted on more than one website, unleashing a lot pent-up resentment against barebacking and the porn industry for 'degrading' and 'exploiting' professional sex performers. You have all heard or read this bullshit before. I don't watch much mainstream gay porn so my connection with Erik Rhodes is mostly cultural. Of course I'm sad, but I felt a connection with the loss of Josh Weston who also died this year of an undisclosed reason. Josh was 39, nicely built and had an interesting sexy face. After his career in mainstream porn came to an end, he shifted into bareback porn (connect the dots, guys) and bottomed in a slew of videos for most of the better studios. I liked watching him get fucked, and I'm glad I bought some of those videos. Josh, we'll remember you where you liked to live best, in a sling. R.I.P., dear heart. Nelson Troy is dead after running into automobile traffic in Mexico and they say methamphetamines were found in his system. He was also an underwear model and used one of the ads in his bbrts profile, which I foud kind of irreverently gutsy. Openly poz, and a great bottom...his best work was in 'Double Fuck My Ass' for SX with Drew Peters and Andre Barclay, the whole video is a pozapalooza. Shorty (in stature only!) Dick Damonson died in New York. He worked for TIM, and starred in the group fuck closing scene in 'Fuckholes 2,' one of the best videos ever. Drug use is only rumored here, but Dick might have been going through some rough personal times. Blogger Rawtop writes about hooking up privately and fucking Dick, and reading that entry still always gets me hard. Nathan Price, who worked mostly out of England, died this year. I know only the name but you can find his work, if you look for it. Cause of death undisclosed, as far as I know. Adam Faust was only 38 and fairly clean-cut for the talented and noteworthy fisting top that he was. He did many many videos which will be enjoyed for decades to come. A heart attack in his parents' home is what has been reported, but the net queens are reporting tales of rampant drug use. This educated man (an MBA) might have been on the brink of getting his life together, since fucked up as he may have been, he obviously had the smarts to overcome any problem. Wholesome 'Sean' from the Corbin Fisher studio, died prematurely this year. Not much to go on here, and no mention of drugs. And Roman Ragazzi, who worked mostly for Raging Stallion, committed suicide at the age of 38. Despite the Italian name, RR was actually Israeli and worked at the Israeli consulate in New York until he was outed and then resigned. He then worked as a personal trainer and got into porn. Here's another beefy, muscular stud who didn't have to go the way he did. There's certainly been no mention of steroid use, but I can't help but wonder if depression is a side effect of steroid use. These guys usually have great bodies that require a bit more than simply gymn work to look as they do...and steroid aren't illegal. So, is this shit worth it? Let me close this installment with on observation: no bareback pornstar looks like he's a steroid abuser. I can't think of one, not one. Wasted, maybe. But never bulging, bloated and pumped up with steroids. These muscle gods should fuck that shit. They'd still look hot without steroids. Now, meth is another story altogether...sadly...and that's all I'll write about that. So, pack off 2012 and let's not go there again. I am really happy with the results of the 2012 Presidential Election where the good guys won, the bad guys lost and the American people demonstrated that they can not and will not be bought. We also showed that big money and big religion has met its match. So I happily kiss 2012 good-bye and look forward, with optimism and enthusiasm, to 2013. Happy New Year, men. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... The BBRT user WetBubbles was having a gangbang session at the Sunset Dunes, I got there shortly after it started, and there were about 5 guys in the room already, one guy was going away, pounding his hole, while WetBubbles whimpered and moaned loudly. After the guy pulled out, and pulled his ass to me and ate out his fucked and already cum filled ass hole. I slid my rock hard dick inside of him, while the other tops cheered me on, I grabbed him and fucked him hard, taking great delight in his moaning, I held him down and drilled him, while we all slung out dirty sex talk, then one of the tops and I double fucked his hole, then I went back to fucking him. I pulled out so the other tops could have a turn. Then I went back after he fucked him, the other tops held his hands back and his legs up, and I went wild on his hole. I pulled out again, and another black top went to fucking him, he he did, I ate the tops hole, which instantly set him off and he shot a load deep in him. Another top had shown up at this time, and he fucked his huge bubbled ass, and soon had shot his load in him as well. One of the more verbal tops was fucking his face while I fucked his ass, and I pounded hard, he and I shot at the same time, me filled his hole, and the top filled his ass with semen, the black top was fucking him as I left. I always love fucking this guy, really hot bubbled ass and always seems to get a great turnout. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had an unusually efficient hookup, especially for my hometown here in the South. My partner and my nephew were planning to go to the gym for a couple of hours this afternoon after lunch, and a guy I had been messaging with a bit on Scruff said he'd be around about that time and wanted me to fuck him. Thinking of the zillion things that always get in the way of stuff like this, and knowing I'm really here for my family, I figured it was not going to really happen. But crazily it did, and it was pretty fuckin good. I can honestly say I've never been with someone who was this into me, and I sort of dug it. As soon as I saw that look in his eyes I knew I would be cumming in him deep. I dropped off my partner and my nephew at an upscale gym and immediately texted the dude-- a half an hour late, but not too bad. He was still waiting for me and gave me an address that was just a couple of miles away. He showed up at the door looking just like his pics-- maybe a tiny bit more fleshy around the face and thicker around the middle than online, but nice. It is so hit and miss down here that I didn't know what to expect. We had a little bit of chitchat, and I took a leak real quick, and then we moved in for the makeout. He had beautifully formed, sensual lips just made for kissing. In the pix he'd had a beard like mine, salt-and-peppery, but today he was just scruffy and unshaved. The shape of his chin and the thickness of his neck was just giving me a serious boner as I made out with him. Some things are unconscious and automatic. I told him to get to his knees and he pulled me out pretty greedily and sucked my hard as a rock in maybe five pumps. I wish every guy could give head like this! I fucked his face gently and then pulled him up to kiss me and he said, "Let's go upstairs and get more comfortable." He led me to a bed and I got him between my legs and he worked my tool till my head was spinning. He had a bit of a gut in front but from behind, with his ass in the air, he had taut, smooth skin and a narrow waist tapering down to a rather large, fleshy, but shapely ass. He sucked me and we made out and I flipped him over and pressed my body into his, and he was obviously in heaven. I don't think many guys touch him this way often. We had barely discussed what we'd do and I didn't know if he would take my raw bone in him-- I was honestly just up for head as I was pretty pent-up from not cumming since I left NYC. But when I held his face and kissed him and pulled back, he had a sleepy, helpless, awestruck look in his face, staring deep into my eyes with his own sage-colored green irises-- an extremely unusual and beautiful color. His face was an extremely typical Carolina kind of face, one I have seen a million times since I was a kid. It was pleasant to look at and reminded me of home but I never fucked guys down here. He stared at me, at my body, with unabashed attraction, slack-jawed and hungry. I put my body back down on his and ground into him, and he stroked the hair on my back and moaned, "I'm ready to have you inside me already." But I wanted to take some time. I ate him out and he was very quiet at first, but his dick got harder and harder in my hand and freely flowed with precum, and he finally broke the silence, saying, "You are so good at what you do." I put him back on his back, aimed my own gooey dick at his hole, and he wiggled down on me and I slipped into him skin on skin. He gazed with that same intensely objectifying stare, saying repeatedly, "You are so fucking hot." And I fucked and fucked him and didn't feel self-conscious at all. I just gave him exactly what he wanted, a little amused at how intense his desire for me was. He was a little too big for me-- maybe two inches taller and rather bulky-- but the fuck was getting my cum rising and I felt myself squirt a long jet into him. I slowed it way down, and just pushed into him as deep as I could go and held it there, but then I had to feel that sliding slickness again, so I was fucking him again soon enough, and then I told him I had to cum. He told me not to stop, told me to cum in him, stared into my eyes and showed me with his open face how much he needed my emssion inside him. So I fucked it into him. "Look into my eyes when you cum in me," he commanded, and I did, as best I could, but had to close my eyes and just feel it. I gave him a lot of cum. I was inside him deep and thick. Very fulfilling. "I came too fast," I said, "I wanted that to last." "Just stay inside me," he said, and held me close to him for a while as we lay still. Then I pulled out and he lubed himself up to beat off as we made out, lying side by side. His orgasm was intense. "I so needed that," he said. "I never get that much foreplay. You are awesome." We lay side by side like that and talked for about 40 minutes, much longer than the fuck had lasted for sure. And I took a shower and he poured me a drink and we talked some more about his nerdy Urban Planning interest, and I talked about my life some and a few of my philosophies. He stared at me with that same open, admiring face as I spoke, and he obviously didn't hear a word I said, but just watched me say it intently. I suddenly felt like the evangelist girl in Henry James' The Bostonians, being hopelessly objectified and depersonalized by the prepossessing Southern man. When I put on my hat and glasses he just shook his head and said, "Those glasses are just so... unh! You're already cute but when you put them on, it just like..." he made that little French Chef ok-kissing motion with his hand at his mouth. "It just gives you that perfect touch. You're so cute! You have such great style!" (Note to reader: I have like zero style, and this is the most ridiculous compliment anyone has ever paid me.) I just laughed and accepted the compliment and kissed him. He was still naked and covered with his cum in the doorway as he sent me back into the world, where the sun had just broken through the clouds. I was feeling like a charming piece of meat. And it felt good! I love cumming in other dudes. Dudes are great. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... I had to work over the holiday, which was pretty annoying, and it seriously cut down on my time to get seed. I finally had a day off, and things seemed pretty stable at work, so I thought about putting my ad up on CL and seeing what bit. About an hour later, and not a peep of interest, and I'm thinking of taking it down and going off to be a productive citizen when the doorbell rings unexpectedly. I hurry to rush and put some clothes on, thinking it might be a delivery guy or some evangelists that I must politely shoo away, when I open the door. He's late 40's hairy, italian, balding, jeans and a leather jacket. "Hi, I came by to your place about a month ago.. was driving by.. mind if I come in?" I let him in. I try to excuse myself to go to the bathroom real quick, but he stops me. "I just want to get my cock sucked, that cool?" I nod vigorously, and get on my knees. I open his fly and fish his cock out.. getting it hard in my mouth. "Mind if I kick back?" He drops trou and sits on my couch. I continue working on his cock. IT's getting bigger. 6 inches.. 7 inches. 8 inches, slender and cut. He's covered in nice fur. I want him in me. I drop my pants and let him see and play with my butt and hole. "Fuck, I want to get you in a sling. Wish I had time." He's hard. I'm gagging on his dick, slurping down his precum. It's time to make my move. I say the first full sentence since he came in the door. "Can I ride it daddy?" He nods, and I slick up my hole with baby oil and like the pro that I am, slide down his rod, taking it balls deep without pausing. He gasps. I start working on his cock with my ass muscles, doing the yoga poses and internal contractions needed to milk him. "That's it baby, tighten up for me.. here it comes." I take a hit of poppers. Right nostril then the left. I get my dick hard to the point of explosion but I don't go over the edge. I feel him thrust and start to spurt. "Breed me daddy.." He does, emptying himself in me. It's a huge load, full of pent up holiday cheer. I sit joined with him for awhile, doing the requisite milking of the last drops. I gently disentangle myself afterwards, and clean him up and send him on his way. It's a pretty typical experience for me these days.. but what has me so boned about it right now.. is that I can't remember any details of when he first bred me. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here There is no black man in these here United States who is unworthy of my ass. If any blackman wants to nail this ass...this ass is his...no discussion, no bullshit, gay, straight, neg or poz...my ass is his. This explains why I was navigating the back streets of North Oakland on Christmas Eve...feeling my way through the dimly lit avenues, noting the abandoned sofas on the street, the shady characters hanging out in front of corner liquor stores, the peace and calm of this holy night. C'mon, it's Christmas, Jesus rules, only good things happen on Christmas Eve...like getting fucked by black daddy, thank you Lord, I believe! I had a date with a guy I'd buddylisted on Barebackrt so far back I couldn't remember when it was, but I was happy to have hooked up finally. With Treasure Island's 'Breeding Mike O'Neill' playing, this daddy put me through all kinds of gymnastic moves before he went for the gold, pounding my ass missionary style. I love my dads, there's almost always some substance there. And handsome as only a black man can be...his unshaven shadow buzz read white against his hot chocolate skin color. Fabulous. This man was dedicated to blowing his wad up my ass, and when getting fucked missionary, one can make eye contact, and I love reading their faces (his face), a study in sexual destiny: that seed is going to travel from his balls deep into my ass. It's exhilirating, inspiring...and fulfilling...even better when it happens twice...yeah, two fuckin' hot black loads deposited deep into my cumbucket on Christmas Eve. Forget Santa. This was a gift from Above. All the while I was getting tapped, I kept lookin' at this black daddy's pecs, and was getting myself off on how hot they'd look in a black leather vest. That thought was so provocative that I promised to bring a vest for him to wear the next time we get it on. I gave this poor guy I real workout, using all my Castro Clamp talents to give him a good time. And rewarded I was...with two blessed loads. One black man satisfied, and so many more out there to go. I love Oakland, poor homely sister to Queen Lady San Francisco across the Bay. No harm meant, though, Oakland is a seething hotbed of sexuality, with a great many black men to serve and to love, in our own animalistic way. I hope to come back to North Oakland...again...and again. Merry Christmas to all you Christians (would-be and otherwise) out there and Season's Greetings to humanity, all. Love to all my fellow men. Billy. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Months ago, there was this sexy bubble assed black boy that I fucked and bred. A4a hookup... anyway, out of the blue recently he contacts me, he still had my number. He talked about how much he wanted my load again, and how great my dick felt inside of him, well, tonight I went over to his place, we got naked and I ate out his hot hole, then lubed up and went inside of him. As i'm fucking him he asked "you're still neg, right?" Talk about the wrong time to confirm status... When we hooked up, both our profiles didnt have our status listed, and i have seen him on craigslist ads, wanting loads, so, until this moment, I assumed that he was positive. He isn't. Claims his isn't anyway. I pull out and tell him that I am poz, and that I should go home. He is silent. I go, and get dressed. He follows me, I turn to him "You know, you really should take care of yourself. I've seen your CL ads, and you are letting guys breed you simply on their word. A lof of guys online lie about their status, I know this as a fact." "Thanks" was all he had to say. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Wandered around SF with Jake, we had a good time, just enjoying each other's company, in a city that we both love. We checked into the motel, and just napped the day away, we went to the SOMA bars, and then wentback to the motel, to take a nap to be rested for the sex party we had planned. The first to show up was a black top that used to live in LA, he and I quickly took to taking turns on Jake's hole, he would pound him for a while, then I would take my turn, I ate his hole while he pounded Jake, I knew that Jake was in heaven, having two black guys taking turns on his ass, at one point he jokingly asked "Who's birthday is this again?" A very hot guy showed up, vers guy, tattooed, some body hair, he took on Jake's hole, and also got fucked by the other top and myself, a fuckbud of Jake's showed up(black top-SHOCKER) and we all took turns enjoying using the holes that were available to us. Then a bottom that I have fucked a few times, in both SF and LA showed up, small compact hairy latin bottom, I nailed his ass and made him shoot his load 3 times. I was feeling like a major stud. The fuckbud of mine was nailing Jake on the couch, and the sexy vers guy was getting fucked by the other black top. I did get my hand in jake's hole at one point during the party, felt great to fist him again. Eventually the other guys left, and Jake and I tagged and used the latin bottom, filling him with both of our loads. After that, Jake and I drifted off, sexxed out, and slept peacefully in each others arms. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I began this blog right after New Year's Day this year as a way to memorialize the sex I have. I am sure I sound like a dissipative whore on here, but I am sort of sentimental and hate that I have these intense experiences with other men, only to see them lost to memory for good. So I wanted to have a place to list them and revisit them if I wanted. And now a bunch of people have found my blog, and they read about the experiences too, and get hard along with me at the exciting parts, and laugh along with me at the ridiculous parts, and I like that. I wish I'd started this a long time ago, from the beginning maybe, so I could look back on an entire adulthood of sex. But all I have is a year. (Ironically, after I stared this draft the other day, a guy who I fucked TWICE last fall and completely forgot about reappeared on Scruff or something, saying he thought I was a great top. I felt like a heel because I honestly had no clue who he was, and it took several memory jogs for me to remember, even with pictures. We had had phenomenal sex; I found our email exchange from when we were doing it and then it all came back to me. How strange and sad.) But I'm a guy, and there's another reason guys do things like this blog, and keep little black books and so on. We like numbers. We like notches in our belts. We like to boast. We marvel at stats, fetishize the numerals themselves. When I was a kid and discovered masturbation, after about a year of abusing myself two or three times daily, I remember adding up how much cum I had shot, and it was a rather surprising amount. Then I added up how much I would shoot by the time I was 30 at that rate (of course, I hardly got off three times a day in my 20s like I did when I was 13, but I didn't know that then). And it was an insane amount of cum, and I am pretty sure I beat off several times again, just looking at that calculation, adding even more cum to my lifetime volume. So here at the end of the year, I've gone through my blog, and found that there are one or two guys I already completely can't remember, and one that I had to think about long and hard before I could recall his face. So the first intent of this project is a bit of a failure... you just can't remember everything, even if you document it. You can't be a slut and have every experience simultaneously be precious, no matter how you try. But I can still add everything up! Here's a detailed, final accounting of my sexual experience for 2012. I hooked up with 82 different guys this year, having sex 101 times and ejaculating 99 times. Sixty-seven of these guys I'd never had sex with before this year. I fucked 49 of them, 3 of them wrapped. The other 46 took my slippery bare bone inside their bodies and gave me the exquisite pleasure of feeling their tenderest warm membranes sliding against the most sensitive part of my body, most with nothing but natural spit to ease my passage inside them. I ejaculated in 24 of the guys I fucked. Twenty-seven times my load was swallowed, meaning that my cum is inside 51 men out there. Very exciting! Five heartless bastards took my cum in their mouths but then spat me out when I was done. Another five brave souls took my firehose ejaculate in their faces. And 35 men wasted my cum completely. Two inept guys couldn't get me off at all. One got me off twice. Here's the racial breakdown of the guys: White: 62% Latin: 28% Asian/Pacific Islander: 2.4%Black: 1.6% Other: 6% Eleven of the guys I got with were bodybuilders or at least extremely, beautifully muscular. That makes my dick hard and fills me with wonder and gratitude at the universe for providing me with the opportunity to touch and enjoy such beauty to the emotional fullness of orgasm. Most of the other guys were themselves much more beautifully formed than a sclub like me deserves to plow. But they gave their bodies to me and I am so happy to see the proof of this before me. Rating the attractiveness of my partners and overall pleasure of my experiences on a scale of 0 to 10, I find the following: Avg body rating: 6.9 rated 7 or higher: 58% Avg face rating: 7.2 rated 7 or higher: 71% (proving a handsome face trumps a good body) Avg sex rating: 7.2 rated 7 or higher: 74% So overall I've had what I consider very good sex. And now, the nitty gritty. I did my best to estimate based on what I wrote in each post how long the sexual experience lasted. My orgasms last about 10 seconds, but with some of the guys, if it is very good, I have something like a double orgasm, where after I stop shooting, I can't stop beating off or thrusting, and I will sort of start cumming again, making for one superlong orgasm, maybe 15 seconds. Best I can tell, I spent about 955 seconds in orgasm this year, or about 16 minutes. This is interesting to think about... that's not very long, really. All this for just sixteen minutes of blissful light exploding in my head? But the journey is the destination, of course, and when I tally up the total amount of time I spent naked and slobbering over men this year, the total is a staggering 3,812 minutes, or SIXTY THREE HOURS. That's over two and a half days of nonstop sex. That just floors me... I can't tell if that's fantastic or horrifying. That's a lot of fuckin sex. I honestly didn't expect that. Finally, harkening back to what I first did when I was 13, the piece de resistence, the accounting of the semen I've shed, precious nectar produced by my manly glands memorialized forever here! I always ejaculate pretty copiously, almost 2 teaspoons when I am excited. (Funny how sexual quantities considered honestly in the light of day seem so small; two teaspoons of cum is a huge load? Seven inches of dick is genuinely big? Ten seconds of wet, pulsing heaven is a mind-blowing orgasm? But that's it... all so small.) But let's say I produce .15oz per ejaculate. Ninety-nine loads from my nuts amounts to just under 15 ounces, or almost an entire pint of hot white goo shot through my bone this year. Almost a full cup of that was ingested by my partners, either in their ass or stomach. Very, very exciting to me! And some guys out there get off even more often than me; I routinely go a week or more without unloading. Think of the flood of cum released every year all over the globe. Mind-boggling. Anyway, that was my year in sex. Sixty-three hours of 75% ideal pleasure. Not bad for a middle-aged dude. Who knows what will happen next year. But fuck, this one was fun. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked a seriously pent-up wad, saved since Saturday and augmented by repeated prick-teasing since then, into the hairy little body of a dude who turned out to be high as a kite on crack or whatever it is the kids are doing these days. And afterward I kinda wanted to dip my dick in bleach. He seemed a *little* off online, constantly asking me how quickly I could be at his place, which was not too terribly far away on the Clinton Hill/Bed Stuy border, but I chalked that up to maybe being as pent-up as I was and very eager, as his profile was pretty normal and didn't seem like it belonged to a crackhead. I didn't have a lot of time to hook up this week and had to turn down two awesome possible fucks on Tuesday. One was a bodybuilder who is clearly not into me but loves how I fuck him and keeps coming back for more (no big loss there for me, since I'm not too into just being someone's stud service, though he's got the most beautiful body I've ever stuck my dick in and I wouldn't mind getting it in there again). The other was a muscular guy I've been trying to seed ever since I moved to NYC, but it never works out whenever we start up a round of negotiations, and then we let it drop again for long stretches of months before trying again. I haven't been thrilled with my hookups lately, so it was very frustrating to be hit up by two hot bodies on the one day there was no hope of me being able to fit in a fuck. Today I had off and did a bunch of useless cruising all afternoon with guys who drove me crazy. One guy hit me up, knowing full well where I am because it's in my profile, got me all wound up about getting my nuts drained long and slow, then asked where I am and said it was "too far" because he's in the West Village, which is honestly barely a 20 minute subway ride away. He said he could host but didn't have time to wait around for me to travel "all that way"! I don't know why these Manhattan have this bizarre notion of geography-- and time; the only way he could do better would be to find someone else within 10 minutes, because it would take anyone who wasn't right next door at least 10 minutes to get there. I told him when I could be there and he said, "I'm really just pressed for time." UGH. Infuriatingly, the same exact thing happened with someone in the West Village yesterday. I am not far from the West Village! It's one of the easiest parts of Manhattan to get to! Another guy who's played footsie with me a bunch on BBRTs for a while, who I had buddy listed, signed on after that, and enthusiastically returned my hello and re-unlocked his pictures for me. Very handsome latin guy who loves giving head. When I asked if he wanted my dick, he said "Most definitely", then asked how long it would take me to get there (he's in the EAST Village, even closer), but when I went to reply, he'd blocked me! WTF! Dudes be crazy! What old lady did I beat up in a past life to deserve this? I was pretty much ready to give up and go have a sexless day, figuring I'd wasted too much time already, when Little Hairy Tweaker showed up. We made arrangements pretty quickly and I ran over. I knew the corner of Brooklyn he lived in because I had a friend who used to live not far from there, but it was a rather skankier area than I expected. I buzzed him and he told me through the intercom, "Third floor, door on the right." The hall and stairway reeked of dank cooking and I felt a little like Jacob Riis valiantly diving into tenement squalor. Distracted by the misery of this building, I went up three flights instead of two, and knocked on the door on the right, which had no number or label of any kind-- none of the doors did. It opened a crack and I kind of pushed it open, used to guys answering naked and not wanting to fully expose themselves to whoever else might pass in the hall. But it was of course the wrong apartment; a bearded hipster nerd was there, kinda freakin out that this other bearded dude was pushing his way into his apartment. I realized it wasn't the guy I was supposed to fuck and recoiled, and said, "Is this #7?" He looked even more perplexed, and I said, "I mean, buzzer #7?" And he laughed at me, and I asked "OK third floor?" and he said "No, fourth." I apologized and ran down the stairs, humiliated. The same thing basically happened a floor below, only this time there was a naked hairy little man there who did want me to come in. It was all candlelit inside and very, very warm, but was tidy and smelled clean. When I looked into the guy's face, he had seriously crazed eyes and was talking low and chatteringly as dudes who are tweaking do. I thought, Ay Chihuahua, am I gonna do this or bolt? But I was so horny! His body was much thinner than I expected but I did want to cum in it. I thought, well, maybe this will be OK. He led me to another room-- he had the whole floor and it was a huge place, but railroad-style-- where there were more candles and a bed. Ironically, he'd said online he wasn't sure he'd want to make out but was dying to blow me, but in person he kissed me right away, very nicely indeed, and then proceeded to take my pants off and give me useless, barely-there head. I hopped back on the bed and invited him between my legs and tried to coach him-- "Press your tongue against my dick. Just press it, kinda hard. Press it, push against it, suck it. SUCK IT, PUSH YOUR TONGUE AGAINST IT," but he was perplexed by this apparently inscrutable instruction. Finally two synapses somewhere in the chemically-washed recesses of what remained of his brain fired together, and I got a little friction. I praised him like a puppy piddling on a newspaper and he lapped at me happily with his newly acquired skill for several minutes. But this was not going to get me hard. I hopped on the floor, hiked his hairy little ass to my face with two arms hooked under his hip bones, and ate the fuck out of him. That got me hard. His asshole took my tongue in readily and I thought, this might turn out to be a nice fuck! I got myself hard enough to press into him, slicked myself up with my spit, and stood up to push in. He did take me, but was too squeaky clean inside; my dick was not sliding against his insides but rather stuck in there. I started to lose my boner again and was just accordioning my meat into him, basically, which he seemed to enjoy for some reason, but which did nothing for me. Adding to the misery, the bed seemed to be sagging on one side and was covered with a very thick, nubbly-knit throw whose texture was extremely distracting under my knees; I felt like I was sinking into Barbarella's fur bed. He had atmospheric, sexyish music playing in the background, but his speakers kept cutting in and out. His little body looked nice on all fours with my dick in it, and I liked reaching around feeling his hairy little torso, but this was all far too destracting. I pushed him on his back and ground my dick into his groin, crushing my body with his and biting his neck, hoping to get hard again. He wrapped himself around me and whimpered with pleasure, but the bed felt like it was going to slide right off its base. I pushed a bunch of surplus pillows and the annoying comforter to the floor, and he looked at it with dismay, saying, "I put that there so I wouldn't get anything on the bed." It seemed like an absurd textile to use for that purpose, as it seemed to me to be uniquely unlaunderable. But such is the mind of the drug-addled. I informed him that the bed seemed near its demise, and he said, "Let's go back to my bed," making me wonder whose bed I was currently fucking him on. But I followed him. The back room was better lit and much cooler, which suited me fine, and the bed there was firmer and had no nubbly comforter on it. I ate his ass some more, got myself rigid, and stuck it in his mouth; his technique was a bit better now, or maybe just felt that way because I was fully hard. Bottles of lube and poppers were rolling all over the fucking place, though, and I kept tossing them around the bed trying to get them out of the way; very annoying. I flipped him on his back and pushed his legs back and stuck my dick in him all in one fluid motion, realizing as I did so that the bed was completely covered with what felt like cookie or cracker crumbs. I glanced down and the sheets looked clean but the crumbs were everywhere and were grinding into my knees. I thought, what the fuck is the matter with me, why am I here, and I rammed my dick into him hard to make myself cum really fast to get this the fuck over with. His eyes were bugging out of his head and he gripped the crumby sheets like he was on Space Mountain, wailing with pleasure. I shot what I had in him and kept fucking till the pulsing stopped, then he fucked himself against me a bit more, saying with clear admiration, "That felt like your pictures look!" I smiled, indulged his self-impalement on my shriveling erection a bit, then pulled out. "I aim to please. Where is the bathroom?" He pointed me to the front of the apartment, babbling inaudibly the whole time I walked up there about his job in "High-end retail" and his boss-lady who apparently can only scream things. I washed my dick over and over and dried it on a hand-towel, making worldless acknowledgements of whatever the fuck he was talking about. I got dressed quickly as he told me about moving in the week that Sandy hit, and having no gas for the truck, and I said "Wow" and patted his hairy belly and thanked him for whatever and got out of there. I hope I can have one more experience this year that's good and normal and hot to break this recent spate of OMG WTF experiences. I'm beginning to forget what good sex is like. Wish me luck, readers. I just want one nice fuck for Christmas. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was average looking in his profile, but stated emphatically he was a top. That in and of itself says something. At least to me. He was even more average in person. Not bad looking, but just kind of milquetoast. He appeared to be nice, which for most people is a good thing. For someone (me) just wanting a top, niceness can get in the way of a hot time. I should mention that in the aforementioned 'top' activities, only me blowing him was discussed. I really wanted to feel a load on my tongue and the spunk sliding to the back of my mouth and down my throat into my belly. That was fine with me. He'd be taking a break from work to come over then head back once finished. Dressed all in black, he stood there, eventually just freeing his cock through his fly - which is always a hot look. I went to my knees, and took him in my mouth. I made him feel good. I made me feel good by feeling his warm shaft fill my mouth. The 7 or so thick inches lay heavy on my pink tongue. I stayed on it for a while, enjoying the feeling of another man filling my mouth. But like so many other times, he wanted to go down on me. Sigh. What is it with 'total tops'? Do they not know what 'total' means? Do I not know? And yes, I've been around this game for a while, so maybe I'm confused on 'oral top'. In theory it means they like to be serviced, no? More often than not it means they like to fuck..........AND suck cock. Just commit to a position already! He had me sit in a chair and he took me to the root. Not a bad job, but not really what I was looking for. As I was on the edge of my chair, he did go down and lick my balls. I asked him to lick my taint as that is the most sensitive. For some reason when he did it, I felt nothing. No thrill, though I faked it a bit. What? You've never done something like that? I will give him this, he went lower and touched tongue to ass. That I liked. But it was a bad angle. I told him if he really wanted to lick it, I'd get him better exposure. He agreed. Now, I won't say I didn't have other motives in mind. I figured if he wanted to lick ass, maybe he wanted to play with my ass. I got up from the chair and bent over a desk. I waited for the tongue that was never to come. All of the sudden his knob was at my hole. "Hey, that's not your tongue", I said. "No it isn't", he replied and pushed into me. No question. No permission. No rubber. I braced myself and did not protest. He slid in further. Well, all the way. Bush to ass. Then without waiting, we went for a ride. Or he did, but in a way, I did too. For the next 20 minutes, he pulled out and pushed in with vigor. There was no varying the tempo, no edging. This was an out-and-out fuck. He had good stamina. There was no slipping out and having to repurpose the cock or attempt to make it harder for reentry. No - he was working this dick. He was working my ass. And at some point, I was asking him to do so. He was verbal, but not nearly nasty enough. His average personal, his milquetoast-ness, was his undercover gear. Once he was in, he was in charge. Sometimes it is the wallflowerish men who have the determined, nasty streak in them. The unassuming who really know what they want and somehow get it. His verbal behavior let me know he was approaching the end of the ride. And then he exploded his nut up my fucking ass. No question. No permission. No rubber. He stayed in me, as did his load. He eventually slipped out. His load did not. That remained behind. I'd say he was getting ready to pull up his black briefs and pants, but he stood there for a moment too long. I don't think he was expecting me to go to my knees and take his just extracted cock into my mouth. But I did. He became verbal again - calling me 'buddy' and 'boy'. He told me to 'lick that cock clean'. I did. Those unassuming ones - he fell right into the right mode for someone who'd just taken someone's ass and left a deposit. He might not have expected to be cleaned off, but once he realized it, he was more than into it. So was I. Eventually I finished, though I could have kept his meat in my mouth for quite a while longer, but he had places to be and he didn't need to feel obligated to a guy like me. He dressed. He left. No promise of return. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Earlier this year I started chatting with a hot young hung uncut guy in the city. He loves the idea of seeing the live action and being right there. The discussion had started about this blog and he wanted to see my ass getting fucked before he would then cum all over my used ass. After trying a few times, he finally was able to find me a hot bottom to breed and he held the camera before blowing his load. You know that I can throw a load into a willing ass, and that started the ball rolling... Today he sent me a note asking if I could meet for lunch. Many times I just cannot manage, but this time it was at a hotel close enough. I told him that it would work and he proceeded to get the details. I headed up to the room, and slid into the unlocked room. The bottom was already on the bed with his bottle of poppers. Timing was perfect, because by the time I had my pants off we heard a quick knock on the door and in walked my uncut buddy. Knowing the drill, he turned up the lights and grabbed the video camera. The bottom had already worked over my cock to get me hard and now he just turned his ass around and presented me with his puckered hole. I grabbed a bit of lube from the bedside and slid up into his ass. Compact, tight little swimmer body and a bubble butt. Yum. As I was slowly fucking the bottom, I would look over and see my buddy stroking his rock hard uncut cock. He has a beautiful pink head that peeks out of the foreskin on each stroke. Both of us knew that our loads would be mixing in this hot ass being impaled on my cock...and that put a huge grin on his face. After a few minutes of his hole milking my cock, and another hit of poppers I was ready to give him a bit of my juice. He said yes, and I pulled out to stroke. My buddy with the camera also knew my load was churning to get out and he increased his cock stroking. As my load shot out of my pierced cock, I let it coat the bottom's furry ass and hole...then it was time to push it all back in. He let out a hot low moan. I let my cock rest and then pulled out. Right then I asked if my camera buddy was ready and he said yes. As my cock pulled out to let him take aim, the eager bottom pushed and my creamy load ran down his balls. That put my buddy right over the edge and he shot his thick load onto the bottom's ass. My buddy stepped aside and I pushed his load into that eager fuck hole. What a hot fuck..and when we showed the video to our new bottom he was thrilled to see his ass being used and bred. More...