Feeder

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... i suppose there comes a time in every blog's life that is the end. i'm not so sure now is that time...but it's time for a break. as you will know i have exactly been posting a lot lately. real life has intervened...and it's time for a long vacation. i may be back...words of encouragement may help coax me back...but for now.... i've GONE FISHING!!! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I think I may have been fucked by a homeless guy yesterday. If he wasn’t, he sure had that appearance. I started talking with him online on BBRT. Thuggish black guy. 9 inch cock. He wanted to come over and breed me deep with it, which sounded good to me. I gave him my address and digits, and he was on his way. But it took him a long time to arrive. I think because he had to take public transportation. Eventually he arrived and I let him in. Very thuggy. Gold tooth. Lots of layers of clothing. Looked a bit rough. But man I was horny for a big cock. We went to my bedroom and he unzipped his baggy jeans and hauled his cock out of layers of long johns, etc. The fucker was every bit the 9 inches advertised. And thick. With a wicked hook to the left. He told me to suck him to get him ready. I did. And what a fucking mouthful of huge dark meat! I was basically gagging on it— not only from the size, but because I started to think about him maybe being homeless at this point. While I sucked him, he slowly peeled off his top layers until he was just in his jeans and long johns and shoes. After 5 minutes or so, he pulls me up and turns me around. “You ready for this nigga cock?” He asks. I tell him I need to lube more, and I do. And I lubed his thick meat profusely. He then bent me over and pushed his head against my hole. I was already doing poppers heavily to get ready. He asked for them, and I handed them over. He took a good hit, then shoved his cock all the way in. I protested a little— the fucker was BIG! It was a good thing I’d already had 2 dicks in me earlier that day, or he would have torn me open. I asked him to go a bit easy. “What? I thought you said you could take big dick?” “I can, but…” “I thought you said you loved taking big black cock in your white cunt?” “I do, but…” “Then shut the fuck up and take it. I’m giving you what you want, bitch.” And he was. His cock hurt, but also felt incredible. And the left hook at the end was pushing and stretching me inside in unimaginable ways. We shared the poppers back and forth while he slid in and out of my hole. I had to brace myself against my bed so I wouldn’t fall over from his thrusts. Then he pulled out roughly. Lube went everywhere. “Get on all fours like a dog. I wanna fuck you like the white bitch you are.” I slowly sank down onto my bed. I scooted up further on the mattress and he crawled up behind me awkwardly. He still had his shoes on and clothes pooled around his ankles. I relubed him quickly, hit the poppers and assumed the position. Once he found my hole he shoved right in to the hilt. He humped me, bent over top of me, feeling my nipples, and cupping my nuts. “You like that thick nigga dick up in you?” He whispered in my ear. “Yes,” I grunted. “Tell me how much you love this nigga dick.” “I love your dick in me,” I said. He stabbed his cock violently up my ass making me gasp. “That’s not what I said. Tell me you love my nigga dick!” “I love your thick black cock inside me sir,” I moaned. He stabbed violently into me again. “What did I say, bitch?” Okay, you have to realize something here. I am completely uncomfortable with the N-word, in any context and form. I’ve never said it, grew up in a house where it wasn’t ever said, etc. I am not even comfortable typing it here. But I knew what he was driving at. So I broke down. “I love that thick fuckin’ nigga dick raping my hole!” “Yeah, bitch. That’s right. Take this fuckin’ cock up that lily white ass! Yeah, this nigga gonna knock up your fuckin’ cunt!” He fucked me hard after that for about a minute, punching into my guts deeply with every thrust. My ass was so worn out at this point that I just really needed him to cum. So I started begging how I hoped he wanted. “Fuck me! Bust your nut in my cunt! Fuck that nigga jizz into my guts, man!” A couple more thrusts and he was shooting deep in me. I could feel the left bend pressed up inside me throbbing with every spurt. “Fuck yeah, cracker! Take it! Take my load, bitch!” He growled loudly. He kept thrusting hard into me, making me take it all. Then he slow-fucked my sloppy hole some. “Damn, sweet ass! Almost makes me want to bust another nut up there.” “Can you?” I asked. “Naw, I’m done. I marked that ass deep.” Then he pulled out and we stood up. His jizz was leaking out my hole and dribbling down my balls. “Can i clean up, man?” He asks. I got him a wet rag and a towel and he wiped off then pulled on his layers again. “Thanks man. Nice ass. Been awhile since I got to really fuck a hole. See you around.” And then he was out the door. Leaving me to take a long, hot shower and to change the sheets. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here With Mr. Hispanic gone, we were free to play more freely. MH ran a few fingers through my beard - right around my mouth - and said, "that's where I want to put my load". My blog and Twitter profile pictures show me with semen in my beard. At this point, I couldn't even tell you whose jizz it was. The images were a turn-on for this guy. But MH knew I was coming to California and has been following me on Twitter and possibly this blog for a bit of time. And while he tends to like the same things I do - albeit with darker meat - he was hoping to deposit his load around my mouth as well. Who am I to turn down this kind of offer? He was maybe a little taller than I am, short hair and a nice dick. He "suggested" I get down on my knees, as I had a job to do. I did. We didn't spend much time with my on my knees though. Soon it was too the bed, in various positions. Mostly me on my back, him with knees on either side of my chest feeding me cock - in and out, in and out, in and out. He talked dirty - which is a huge turn-on. I talked dirty too. He queried: "who do you think's a bigger whore - me or you.". Being the polite guest, I said it was probably him. He thought it was probably me. He was probably correct. Neither of us cared who was the "winner" of that.. We were both ok with being whores. Lots of eye contact, lots of cock to mouth contact. He jacked a bit and that was ok. That he's not normally a feeder is fine that he had to jack to get himself there. I can totally relate. I was appreciative that while he can normally be a bottom or eater that he went out of his way to feed me because that is what he wanted to do! I also knew as he got closer to shooting his load, while I wanted it in my mouth, he was fascinated by the pics I have with it in my beard. We both got partial what we wanted. I opened my mouth as he neared, my tongue out. but at least half went in my beard, the other half on my tongue and slid down my throat. He started to kiss me to taste his load, but I stopped him. "Scoop it up and feed me". He did just that. All of it. He kept telling me, "good boy". "So - who's the whore now?" It was me. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had an experience barely worth writing about, but for completeness' sake I will. A guy I've been trading witty-ish barbs with on various apps like Scruff for the past few months pinged me while I was out and about in the East Village today, buffeted by the hordes of drunken kids in Santa suits that made up this year's Santa Con. (I saw a svelte Mrs Santa in high heeled boots leaning against a wall and vomiting up her pizza awhile her friends held her hair back and cooed gently.) I was idly horny but had no luck in the morning trying to rustle up any talent, and didn't want to waste too much time on a nice day looking for ass, so I gave up to go out and to hunt for some stuff for the house. So when App Dude began writing me again-- he lives in the East Village and must have seen that I was closer by than usual-- I thought he might do for a blowjob. I feel weird on apps asking boldly for raw fucking, like I do on, say, Manhunt-- maybe because I lead with my face on the apps, and the seem less sexually charged than the hookup sites anyway. And with App Guy, with whom I'd talked about fairly normal stuff the whole time, I felt a little uptight suddenly saying "So hey, maybe I should stop by and stick my dick in your mouth." Instead I noted that he'd never unlocked his pix for me on this particular app. He summarily unlocked but apologized for their g-rating, saying, "I'm shy." The unlocked pix were actually cuter/more manly than the main pic, so I was emboldened. He asked for mine, so I showed him my own filthy pic of myself sporting a boner, which he seemed to appreciate. So only then did I ask him if he'd like to blow me, saying, "I'll still be your friend if you say no." But he said yes, and I went over, with a spring in my step. In person he was still pretty cute in the face, but he was really a little dumpy in the body, and didn't totally give the impression that the pix I saw did. He was handsome but veering into cuddly, which to me is a boner-killer. His apartment was really nice for the East Village, though, and I spent a little while admiring it. He would be perfectly fine for a blowjob, I thought, but I realized on the way over that I was to meet my partner after work in barely a half an hour. I told him I didn't have much time and wasn't sure how he'd feel about me making him suck me off and then running out. He laughed at my gallantry and moved in to suck my face. This seemed promising. Well, it wasn't. He kissed by thrusting a rigid tongue into my mouth and ramming his face into mine. Kids, seriously, this is NOT kissing. Who teaches people to do this? Does any one of my readers really find this a turn-on? I'd honestly like to hear another side, because to me it's incredibly annoying and weird. I was not gonna get hard from this kind of kissing, though he had a really nice beard, really nice hair, buzzed velvety short on the sides and a little hipstery-long on the top, which I love. Frustrating. He went to his knees and I whipped it out and he sucked pretty nice, but was just too, too intent on deep-throating, hard, which to me also is not very exciting cuz all the nerves are on the other end of my freakin tool. He was basically deep-throating a noodle. I was not getting into it at all. I really wanted to get off, though. I took off my shoes and pants, hopped on his bed, and assumed the position with my legs spread for his full access, and he plopped down between me and began sucking again. This felt a lot better-- at this angle he was hitting my dickhead's hot spot just right. I also could put my foot into his groin and feel a small but rock-hard dick in his pants. Nothing induces a hard-on like another hard-on. But although I encouraged the right behavior and kept asking for more, he completely ignored my signs and did what he wanted, which was mostly more deep-throating. Almost every cocksucker I've ever had absolutely loves it when I enthusiastically point out a specific act they do which is making me feel good, and is thoroughly happy to repeat it. But this guy was just not taking direction very well. I had gotten thick from the brief period of him hitting my hot button right, but he was still sucking on a semi-soft dick. He started to look a little panicked at this point, so I pulled out his own dick, slicked up my hand, and started giving him a hand job for his efforts. I seemed to be giving it to him good because he relaxed, laid back in my lap with his eyes closed and his mouth open, and floated into his own little womb of ecstasy somewhere above the ceiling. The feeling of his hard dick in my hand made me stiffen up a bit more, still not all the way but noticeably more. He felt it rustle by his face, I guess, and began sucking again, with a good suction. I felt like he could make me cum, if he would just slow down a little bit and stop with the constant chomping down at the base of my bone. But he did what he did. I did, however, finally feel myself start to come. It's always a little sad when I come but am not yet fully hard; the cum just oozes out and the pleasure is just not as intense. He'd told me he wouldn't swallow but said he wanted it on his beard, so that's what he got-- thick, toothpaste-like strings of gooey spooge looping all over his gingerish beard. He began shooting immediately all over my calf, hot wet jets that hit me hard. At least he was having fun! He wiped me up with a big swat of his hand, in one motion, and spirited it away somewhere-- I didn't see where. My hand and dick were all gooey and my calf was wet, so I sat there trying not to move and get it everywhere. He rushed away, rustled a bunch in various parts of the apartment, and came back with a washcloth. I cleaned up a bit. We did chat amiably after that some. I have always tried to move the conversation a bit beyond the bantery stuff to something more substantial; he's an artist with a studio near my apartment and I'm curious about his work and what he's interested in and stuff. But maybe this sad, short encounter is all he wanted, who knows. We had the long, typical New Yorker's conversation about real estate and I found out what his amazingly low rent (for the East Village) was. But I don't think jizzing on a guy's beard from a limp dick is the best way to start a friendship. Who knows if I'll ever hear from him again. Maybe I'll hit him up a little later and see if he'll invite me over to his studio. Anyway, I got my rocks off and spooged another guy's face. That's something! I met my partner and we had a very early dinner and walked all around and then had a very late dinner all over again in a hipster-infested pizza place near our home. He looks very handsome and hunky to me lately and my love for him is much deeper than it ever has been. Early on, when we'd opened up our relationship, having bad encounters like this with guys who weren't able to open up much made me realize how lucky I was to have found him at all, and it solved a lot of problems I had with our relationship right away. I have a lot of fantastic sex, but none of it really lures me away from where I really belong. Encounters like this one remind me how lucky I am to have him to come back to. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... My last visit to steamworks was completely unplanned spur of the moment but it was a great time with 4 loads in my ass. First I cruised around, it was not busy. It was Monday. I was checking out gloryholes hoping to get my favorite style fun. #1 First I saw big black guy with big cock sitting on the bench in public area, I just walked to him, got on my knees without saying anything and started sucking his cock. I loved his mansmell and big belly over my head. Here I was sucking some guy's cock on my knees in front of everyone, my jock ass turned to everyone watching. I was hoping someone will rape that inviting hole. I sucked fir some time, the guy was moaning and saying how I like his cock, how good cocksucker I am. #2 Suddenly on of the older guys started touching my ass from the back, i did not turn around and never saw his face. I rimmed my hole, then sticked his good size cock without lube in my hole and started pounding it, while i was slurping on a big black cock. I was exstatic. Older guy fucked me good, git really excited, moaned and shot his load in my pussy. RIght then black guy sprayed his load all over my face. #3 Hung latin guy around my age walked over and started feeding my cock. He dragged me to his room from the public area. I got on all fours on his bed, and he gave me a long, passionate, and of the best doggy style fucks I had. He finally unloaded in my ass and I left back to gloryholes. I found the bench for fucking, bent over , my ass up, it was comfortable and stayed like that waiting for anyone to pass, see me, and hopefully breed me. If you are naked , in a jock, in a bathhouse, on the public bench, open for all to see, on all fours offering your cummy ass to all to dump their loads or watch u getting bred- you know then you are a real WHORE. #4Some white walked to me let me suck his cock while i was bent over, then walked behind me and fucked my ass with his big cock. It felt so great, i was in heaven, i felt how his cock rammed my cumfilled pussy until he deposited his semen. I never saw his face either. I was thinking i dont care who fucks me, all i want is cock and cum, all i think about is to get fucked, i found my real calling-to be a courtesy cumdump for all guys who need to cum. I truly understood what iam -worthless cumdump. #5 asian guy around my age that let me suck his cock. #6 unknown white guy walked to my bench and just rammed his cock in my leaky hole, pounded for couple of minutes making me exstatic, blew his load and pulled out, i felt a lot of cum spilled from my ass on the floor. #7 unknown white guy let me suck his cock, then he trusted my ass several times, left , came back and did it again. Never finished. All in all, it was a great trip without planning, i got a lot of fun and felt really proud of this cumwhore. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I was exceedingly horny last night, and was lucky enough to get two loads. First was a 22 yo cub (who’s in a relationship) but he likes to fuck me bare on the side. As well as others I’m sure. Nice enough kid, good 7 inch cock. Fucks like a 22 year old though— like a sewing machine. All pump and no finesse. Still, it got him to shoot his load in me, and boy can this kid shoot!! But the better part of the evening came when Daddy came over about 30 minutes later. Daddy is 60 (or over, I don’t ask) with iron grey hair and ice blue eyes. And a grey beard. He’s got a decent body on him, hard wired nips, and a thick, 7.5” uncut cock. The real irony here is that other than the uncut cock, he looks almost exactly like my own father. A fact which isn’t lost on Daddy. I kneel and wait for him to strip for me, and eventually he hauls out his hard, uncut meat for me and dangles it in front of me. It smells a bit musky and he’s already drooling precum. He precums a lot. I immediately take him into my mouth and make Daddy feel as good as I can. I love sucking and playing with foreskin, and he knows this. He moans and whispers his approval. He calls me a good boy and a good son. Things my own father never said during. Daddy is a full on top stud but he really gets off on making my eyes roll into the back of my head. He deep throats me like a pro and works my nips until I’m in a frenzy. He knows all my buttons and just how to push them. He likes to work me up so that I’m begging for his cock to slide in. When we fuck, it’s always face to face. He puts just his head in, and makes me pull him into me. He wants me to show him that I love my Daddy and will do anything to please him. He’s thick enough that my butthole hurts a bit when the thicker middle part pushes inside. But when he’s bottomed out, it’s all pleasure. We make out like teenagers once he’s buried inside me, his beard burning my face and neck. He fucks me slowly, his uncut cock gliding effortlessly inside my ass. And stares into my eyes while thrusting and he talks to me. He tells me that I’m such a good son, making Daddy feel so good. Taking Daddy’s cock like a champ, massaging Daddy’s precum out. He says that this is how a father should fuck his son— lovingly. So the son begs for the family DNA. So the father and son will always share this special bond. We’ve talked and Daddy knows this is exactly the opposite of the way it once was. He wants to correct my past with his fuck. His cock swells and gets really hard inside me and I know he’s close. So am I. Still thrusting at his maddeningly slow pace he tells me that I’m going to make him cum. His eyes bore into mine while he asks me what I want. To tell him what I want. “I want to feel you cum inside me, Daddy,” I whimper. And that’s all it takes. I can feel the hot, wetness as he unloads deep in my ass. I feel full, given there are now two big loads in my guts. While groaning and still pumping me full, he uses his thumbs on my nipples. In five strokes of my cock, I’m cumming. My first volley hits his grey chest, the rest of my load spattering my belly. My orgasm and subsequent milking of his cock make him shudder with aftershocks. “Such a Good boy- your father is a lucky man”, he croons as he scoops up my load and feeds it to himself. Then he leans down and we make out again— him pushing my own load back into my mouth. When he eventually pulls out, I feel so empty. But also sated. Before he leaves he kisses me deeply one last time and tells me to be a good boy. I say I will and make him promise he won’t wait so long to breed his son again. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I fucked a guy who I was very eager to meet, and who was even more eager to meet me, who said all the right things but was really just a lousy lay. Highlights follow, but if you read this blog a lot, stop now to see you can guess in advance all the things he did that made it disappointing! Fun game! The guy hit me up I think on Daddyhunt-- maintaining its history of being worthless for meeting good bottoms-- and peppered me with requests to fuck him, praising my hot daddyness, etcetc. Then he disappeared, deleting his profile. He reappeared later on some other site, maybe adam4adam, and did the same thing, deleting again. Or maybe it was an app, maybe Grindr. But again he vanished without a trace. A few weeks ago he showed up on Manhunt, and was all over me again, but at least this time he gave me his number before he again deleted his profile. His pix showed a cute Latino guy, a little boyish but very masculine in the face, with a very nice little smooth body with nice curves.When I asked if he'd take me raw he said he'd do anything I wanted, he just wanted my dick in him. Right answer, kid! But timing never worked out, as he's had busy weekends since then and I'm just about never free at night. I thought I had an unexpected evening to myself tonight, as my partner was to work late, and I told this kid a few days ago that he could come over and get a good fucking. The kid was very excited and we exchanged a bunch of texts all week. But my partner developed more and more of a cold as the day went on, so by 5 I knew I had to cancel. My partner lolled around the house in a haze and went to bed early, and I was going stir-crazy cooped up in here, so I went out to read and get some coffee. While I was on my way to a coffee shop, the kid texts me saying his sister won't be home till 10, and he can host me, way down in Ditmas Park, about a 35 minute subway ride away. I hovered over whether I wanted coffee or ass more at this point. I decided ass won, and hopped on the train to him. It took 40 minutes to get to his door. He met me looking very cute, but was incredibly flitty and tentative. I grabbed him to pull him to me and feel him up a bit, saying a hearty and friendly hello, like I usually do to let bottoms know I like them, to set the tone and I show them I intend to have my way with them and that it will be fun and casual. I tried to plant a big kiss on him. But he shrank away, not something I ever get except from guys who are just not into me. He was babbling about nonsense and pulled completely away. I looked him in the face and asked if it was cool, and he said "Yes, it's great we finally meet, Mr Hot Pix! Do you want something to drink do you want to take off your shoes how was the subway ride yadda yadda." I decided he was just shy, and I asked him point-blank if this was the case. "Yes, I'm kind of shy," he said, and he got me some water. I pulled him to me again and he let me kiss him some more and writhed under my touch a little. "Just relax," I cooed in his ear, "and we'll have fun." But he twisted and wriggled away from me again, asking if I wanted to go to the bedroom. I took a pit stop and then followed him to his room. I pulled him to me again and we made out more seriously this time as I felt him up-- nice little ass in his pants. "I love to kiss!" he exclaimed, breaking the kiss, and turning his head every time I moved in for a kiss again. This was just freakin weird. I wondered if my breath was bad, but I smelled it after and it seemed fine. I asked if he wanted me to pull out my dick and let him touch it, and he didn't look at me or say anything at all, just made meaningless clutches at my chest and arms. So I pulled it out anyway. The kissing we'd done made it chubby enough. He held it lightly and squeezed it gently and said "It's so good to finally get together with you." He stroked me a bit and I kissed him a bit-- at this point he was puckering like I was his grandma. But then he opened his mouth some more, and fingered my dickhead nicely, and it really swelled. He was very small and slight and I was really looking forward to plowing him. "It's so big and thick and fat," he said. He got to his knees and sucked me very nicely. Things were looking up. He kept staring at me as he sucked me-- not my favorite thing, as everyone looks a little dumb rolling their eyes up with a mouth full of manmeat-- and then pulled me out to say, "I didn't want you to come all this way for bad head!" I pulled off my pants and hopped up on the bed, ready to be seriously sucked and hardened up for the ass assault, and his cell phone dinged-- the first of about 1,000 dings that he had to jump up and check. It was his sister, who he lives with, giving him a blow-by-blow of her whereabouts every 10 minutes or so. Things went downhill from there. I ate his ass and he seemed to be going into orbit, but his body was so oversensitive that every time I stroked it he twisted and pulled away, as if I was torturing him with tickles. I flipped him on his back and lay all my body weight on his little frame, and he wrestled me and pushed me off over and over-- my limbs are actually quite sore, as if I had worked out, such was the effort of staying on top of him and pressed into him. Despite this pushing off behavior, he kept saying, "You really know how to touch a guy, you really know how, I never get this hard from just that." His dick was impressively fat and thick but it was not fully hard at all, and he was wearing a cockring. At this point I figured he's one of those guys who lives all his sex in his head and tells himself stuff is happening that is not happening. The cell phone dinged over and over and he kept apologizing. I just wanted to get my dick in him, to keep this from being a waste of time. He felt very tight when I probed him with my tongue. At one point I had him on his belly and had my dickhead planted on his hole, and tried to coax him back on me. He wanted to jump up for poppers and lube, but I told him to just relax and feel it. He tried but it was going nowhere. I let him get his poppers and a mostly-empty bottle of horribly gloppy silicon-based lube. He wanted me on my back so he could slide down on me. We got it in but he held himself at a crazy angle that seemed designed to keep me from moving at all. His body looked great up there but I lost my erection in all that glop and vice-grip tightness. It was downhill from there. I ate his ass some more and had to hold his body down to keep him from spinning across the bed or pushing me off it. "That feels amazing," he said, seemingly doing everything he could to make me stop. "You really know how to touch a guy, I love the way you touch me." I put him on his back and lubed up like crazy and pushed it in. He met my pressure by hiking up his hips at an ever more insane, almost vertical angle, staring me in the face and whimpering. Suddenly, I popped in up to the balls. "That's it!" he said, from this angle in which it was absolutely impossible to fuck him. I pushed him down, pushed back his legs, and tried to fuck him like a normal person. "You're so strong," he intoned, "do whatever you want to me." And he pushed and pushed at me as if he was trying to force off a rapist. My dick was half soft and accordioned in and out of him and his eyes rolled back in his head inexplicably. This seemed like genuine enjoyment, but I don't know how. I plowed away at him, hoping the thrusting motion would get me hard. The cell phone dinged and dinged and dinged. He got up to reply to her for the nth time. Every time he said, "We have like a half hour left." He tried to cram me back in but it wasn't happening. "How are all the other bottoms in Williamsburg?" he asked, jumping up again for the lube which seemed to have to live on a towel on the bedside table, remote from the actual point where it was needed. "Are they all loose?" I smiled, hiding my exasperation, and said, "Just relax, man, it's just you and me here." He sucked my dick and I got my finger in his hole and that turned me on enough to want to cum. I pushed him back and dry-humped myself to orgasm all over him. The last spurt had barely come out when he said, "Do you want to wash up?" I did. He kept staring at my body like I was a cupcake. I went to the shower and tried to get that horrible silicone glop off me; it seemed to spread all over me as I tried to soap it off, coating every inch of my body with its horrible fake powdery feel. He watched me dry off with that same glazed hungry look. When I sat back down on the bed to put on my shirt and socks, he said he wanted to put my socks on me. "Can I do that, Daddy? I like to call people Daddy, but I didn't because I didn't know if you were into that." He chattered about more nonsense as he struggled to get my sock on. He managed one but gave up on the other. He was a mess. He flitted around the apartment naked while I collected my stuff, and offered me water, juice, and, inexplicably, *peanut butter*. He seemed to be naming everything in the fridge. I was depressed and disappointed and wanted to go get the coffee that I should have bet on. It was now late enough that all the good places would be closed by the time I got back to Northern Brooklyn. He texted me while I was underground saying he hoped we'd get together again. I'd love to seriously fuck that little body. But as it's inhabited by someone who just doesn't know how to use it, I'm going to have to pass. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... My hole is still sore as i write this entry. Friday I got into SFO, and Jake picked me up, we were staying overnight with a friend. We walked around the Castro for a bit, before heading over. We all got ready, then got into or jockstraps, harnesses and boots, and went into his fuck room. I took turns fucking Jake and his friend, switching back and forth on their hungry muscled asses, and the friend fucked Jake while I fucked him, and I fucked Jake while he fucked his buddy. Then... shit got real...LOL... Jake told me to get in the sling, I did.. I took a hit of poppers, and I looked at him. Jake stuck his tongue up my ass, getting me open and ready. He slid his cock into me, the last time I was fucked was when his friend fucked me the weekend after Folsom, so I was tight. He began ramming my ass with his tattooed cock. I took a hit of poppers and did my best to relax and open up my hole for him, he kept driving his dick deep into me, while his buddy watched and took pictures of my violated hole. I looked at him, began talking dirty to him, told me to rape my faggot hole. I wont say that lightly, because he took me on my word, and began driving his dick into me, using me like a five cent whore. Eventually he pulled out, and his friend went in, told me that he loved how my opened cunt felt. He fucked me, nailing me, using me. He and Jake took turns, back and forth, using my ass. "My fist is going to look so hot up your black ass one day" Finally they let me out, my hole, used and sore. (and would be until wednesday morning) I fucked his friend hole for a bit, and both Jake and I pissed in his ass, and Jake bred me deep in my hole, I then fucked and bred Jake's furry muscled ass. His friend took turns caning us, Jake has a much higher pain threshold than me, so he "won". Finally, after the sex, we all retreated to the hottub and relaxed the night away, at midnight, they both wished me a happy birthday, I was officially 30. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here About a year ago I chatted with a hot local guy. We did not end up playing back then, but today I had a message from him. Turns out he was only a few blocks away from my office... He wanted to jizz on my face, and I was up for some hot cock and cum. I told him about the shower room that my other buddy introduced me to last week. That sounded great to him, and I gave the address. He mentioned being on a bike and silly me thought of a ten - speed...nope, he pulled up in full motorcycle leathers on his bike. HOT! I took him to the building and up to the floor. The floor was empty, so we just walked in and locked the door behind us. He unzipped his bike gear pants and pulled out a nice thick slab of meat. Semi hard and a pair of nice razor smooth hanging nuts. Instantly I was on my knees and his cock was in my mouth. Perfect size for a deep throat and also an awesome up-curve. That made his mushroom head glide along the roof of my mouth while my tongue could ride the bottom of his shaft. He seemed to really like me doing a no hands blow, and that is how we started out. After a couple of minutes, or maybe sooner, he also wanted to feel my throat wrapped around his head and shoved my mouth further down. Naturally I was totally up for that and let him fuck my throat. Then it was time to coat his nuts with spit. I took one and then other into my mouth. Oh, he liked that! I proceeded to give his nuts a good lashing and went back to deep throat and tonsil tennis with his cock head. Once again we got him shoved down that extra inch, but this time I let him really go all out and give me a hard face fucking. God, I thought I would shoot me own load as he piston fucked my throat. As he got to the edge, he directed me to take over his nuts. Obediently I went back down to those globes and pulled them into my mouth. He was jerking his meat, and telling me to go harder and tug. Yes! I did and when I looked up, it was to see his eyes closed but a slight smile as he was jerking harder and harder. When he told me to tug, I swallowed both balls and really let them have it. Pulled with my lips and teeth while using my tongue to tickle and churn that cum. Then I was rewarded with that sweet cum. First shot over my lips and then the rest he directed towards my mouth and let it drip in. I took some with my tongue and lips just as it shot out of his cock. As I stood up he mentioned that I had some "talent" and I said thanks with an ear to ear grin. He had a bit of cum left on his hand, so I told him to just wipe it on me. Then we headed out. I told him to let me know if he needs to unload again before heading home... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had a rather unusual experience, for me... I hooked up with a guy a bit older than me who was almost completely inexperienced. I typically don't encourage this kind of thing; I'm pretty frequently hit up by guys who aren't sure of their oral prowess and want to be "trained" or whatever. But my dick ain't a good starter dick, and I like to be sucked off by a professional, so I usually shoo anyone who goes on about being a newbie away. This guy didn't mention his inexperience at all when he hit me up; just said he really was in the mood to suck and be submissive. But he said he doesn't do this often and had to be "ultra-discreet." He didn't even want to give me a face pic first, though when I said that was a deal breaker he eventually relented as long as I super-promised to delete it instantly. He had a nice, somewhat Irish face and a very manly, hairy, muscular but not primped body. Mighty fine, I thought, I'll take it! But then would not give me a number to text my address to, which always freaks me out. In the end he agreed to meet on the corner near my place. Only then, when we talked about how much time he had, and I insisted, as I usually do, on serious head with stamina, did he reveal that he wasn't very experienced but would try his best. He said he only had a little while to spend, which made me think this wasn't going to happen, but when I pressed him on it, he said he meant "only" about 90 minutes! If he was not confident, at least he was eager to spend some time. I only had an hour myself. So I waited for him to come and met him on the corner, and while the typical shortcomings of a very inexperienced guy were evident, it was a really interesting experience. He showed up looking great, very much dressed and composed like a straight guy, albeit with a sensitive face. He wasn't overly shy or shady, which was nice, and after I asked him if it was cool and he wanted to go through with it we walked back to my place and chatted amiably about the section of Brooklyn he lives in, which is also where I used to live. Once in my apartment he wanted a glass of water and a trip to the bathroom. And then I pointed him back to the bedroom. Up till now, everything was about as it ever is, really. Once in the bedroom, he stood in front of me and looked down at the floor. His clothes were rumpled and ill-fitting but the shape of his body, with thick arms, powerful legs and a meaty ass, was evident under the bagginess. I sidled up to him and put my hands on his flanks, feeling the hardness of his body, and then ran my hands up and down, feeling his shape. His breathing was sharp and shaky, and his whole body began to tremble under my hands in a way I don't think I have ever felt in another man. I reached around to the very hard, round ass and grabbed into its substance. With the other hand I felt his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. He did not take his eyes from the floor, with his chin tucked into his neck a bit, keeping his mouth far from me. I figured, oh fuck, he's not gonna kiss, this is going to suck. But I was so intrigued by how out of control his trembling was, that I felt a little touched, and wanted to see how this would go. I leaned in even closer, pulled his body to me fairly forcefully, pulled his thighs to me from behind, and ran my beard slowly up and down his neck. It felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He turned his head even more sharply to the side. He actually seemed to be overwhelmed with shame. He said, "I almost didn't come." "Nerves?" I asked, and he nodded. I pulled him close to me again and stroked his body some more. His arms stayed rigid at his sides. "Just relax," I cooed into his ear. "Just relax." He did not seem to be relaxing, but he liked the touching, if the shaking was any indication. I said, "Why don't you get on your knees and see what I've got for you in my pants." He barely reacted at all, and said absolutely nothing. So I stepped back, unzipped slowly, and pulled out my only partly swollen dick. He didn't move. So with two fingers I pushed gently down on his meaty shoulder. And he sank to his knees, but only gave my dick the tiniest of licks with a small, pointy tongue. Normally at this point I'd be over it. But I was still very curious. So I held my dick up, pushed it into his lips, and felt it edge by degrees past his reluctant teeth. Once the whole head was in the wet warmth of his mouth, I cooed, "Good boy. Very nice in there." And he moved his tongue over the right spots, but with far, far too much tooth. But wanting to encourage rather than scold, I expressed pleasure at how he was using his tongue, and gave him more praise. "Good boy, good boy," I cooed every time he did something right. He got a little bolder with the sucking and it made my dick start to get hard in earnest, but he was apparently dizzy and losing his balance. He asked for more water, and I gave it to him. Then I pulled off my pants and hopped on the bed with my legs open. He remained rooted to where he was, still kneeling, staring at the ground! I asked from my recumbent, lax position on the bed, "Are you OK?" He nodded, still looking at the floor. "Come suck my dick some more," I coaxed, and he stood up, still looking down, and pulled off his pants, revealing small black briefs with a gooey wet spot on them, and extremely muscular legs, covered with wiry white hair. "Come get between my legs," I ordered, and he climbed in and placed himself there, extremely awkwardly, bent over on his knees rigidly, with his shoulders hunched in. I wondered exactly what was going through his head. He took my dick in his mouth slowly again, by degrees again, and I coaxed and praised every part of the way. But his position was ridiculous. "Lay flat on the bed, on your stomach," I commanded, and he complied rather mechanically, with over-quick, graceless movements. He hooked one hand up under my thigh and put as much of my dick in his mouth as he could. At this point my dick really did get very hard; his body looked amazing in this position, with that big ass filling out his briefs, and though it was still extremely toothy, it was also very slippery and warm. I thrust my hips to fuck his mouth a little, and hitched my free thigh up over his back with my foot resting on his ass. And being wrapped around him like this set something off in him. The closeness of my body to his seemed to open up a deep inner greed. He changed completely from completely nervous to completely un-self-conscious. I stoked his massive, hairy back down to his small, tight waist and he shuddered and whimpered all around my dick. He gagged easily and seemed to choke on only a few inches. It seemed very difficult for him. But he kept going back for more. Then it seemed that the choking was more some kind of emotional cry more than a gag. He sat up and loudly sucked a bunch of drool into his mouth, with a face contorted with something that looked very much like pain, but also longing. He blindly clambered up my body from my groin and sucked on my chest. Then I pulled his face up to me and kissed him. And he sobbed freely. He kissed horribly-- no lips, all darting pointed tongue-- but his emotion was naked when I put my face against his, and melted and quivered and yelped when I sucked his ear. It was very alarming, but he did not seem to be dissolving into some kind of meltdown... he just seemed absolutely overwhelmed. I pushed him on his back and lay on top of him and he wrapped himself around me, stroking my body in a slow frenzy, and cried out wordlessly many more times. It was unbelievably exciting to me, and completely unexpected. He hadn't told me at this point, but this is when I knew he had pretty much never really, truly been with a man before, maybe just a few dumb quick experiences. His dick was not hard but was oozing serious precum. He seemed like a complete mess. We switched off a few more times of him sucking me and me grinding him. Once on top of his meaty, compact body again, I slid my dick down between his cheeks and fucked the dickhead against his hole. He began sobbing again, grabbing at my body, holding my hand, stroking my hard, hairy thigh. His inner bottom was clearly blossoming here. Eventually he positioned himself with his head in my lap and his body on all fours off to the side, so I could reach up and slide my fingers up and down his ass crack, and circle one finger around his hole. I pushed a bit to see how far he'd be willing to go. He whimpered with my meat in his mouth and pressed back against my finger, but was far too tight to take me in. I looked at the clock. We'd been at this for 45 minutes, and I had to leave to volunteer in about 15 minutes. It was time to breach the last topic. "Do you want to swallow me, or do you want me to cum on you?" I asked. The ad I placed had asked for a swallower, but somehow I thought he wasn't really going to do it. "I know you wanted a swallower," he said, "but maybe next time? You could just come on my face and on my, uh, mouth." I said OK, and asked him to kiss me and stroke my dick. He did, extremely roughly, cluelessly. Whenever I had told him to watch the teeth, while he was sucking me, he'd push me out, jump up, and cry in anguish, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know how." And I would laugh gently and say "You don't have to apologize, just listen, it's fine." And now with my fat knob in his groping fingers, he said, "I'm so sorry I don't know how to do all this. This is only the third time I've been with a guy." Bingo. I knew it. I climbed back up on his body and ground my dick into his extremely wiry, white body hair. Then I sat up to look at his shape. I stroked his body all up and down, and he was just hunched there with his shoulders so defensively closed around him. "I've never been... intimate with a guy like this before," he said. I laid back full on top of him and devoured his lips. He wrapped himself around me again. I began to cum, so I jumped up as quickly as I could, got beside his head, and let loose all over his chin. I came a dozen hard jets, it felt like, and the meatiness of his body laid out before me made me want to just keep cumming. He strained up to take my dick in his mouth several times as I came, but the teeth and the groping was too much for my sensitive tip, so I kept pulling it out. He beat himself off hard. At the end of the pulsing, still pulling hard on my tool, I felt another crest rolling over my body, and let it go, and shot more small drops into his mouth. I looked down to see his own dick now hard and shooting feebly. I rubbed my face and the room came back into focus. I looked down. He looked like the victim of a horrible Krispy Kreme factory accident-- it was absolutely disgusting the amount of goo amassed under his nose. I'd had a four day load in me, but this was ridiculous. He lay there stoically with his mouth closed. "Let me get you cleaned up, man, that's insane." I ran to the linen closet and couldn't find a hand towel, so I brought him a full size one. He wiped himself down. "Well," he said, "that was several barriers torn down." I laughed and shrugged and said "I usually get what I want." "Yeah, but you check in from time to time, that's nice." He sat up and looked at me. "I've never been so..." again he hesitated. "Intimate with a guy before. The first time I just got my dick sucked, I didn't even know what I wanted. All that touching helped calm me down." We talked a bit about how it could be that he'd be married to a woman so long, now divorced, and dating more women, and now in his late 40s, only just realizing in the past year that he is into men. I've heard this story before but am always mystified how this can be, as I was into other boys when I was 6 and always knew I was gay. "Everyone is different," I said in the end. I gave him some more water and he complimented me on the apartment and the neighborhood I live in. On his way out he hugged me and pressed his face to mine again, and I patted his ass. I told him to take it easy, and he trotted out. It was quite fascinating to be there to see him react so intensely. Compared to that I feel like an old French whore, used to everything and jaded beyond feeling. It was really something. I had only a few minutes to clean up a bit, dress, and run to my volunteer stint. It was tough going and long. I had a dazed dinner after, feeling very tired from my athletic manhandling of the rookie's muscular body and hours on my feet afterward. Waiting for the subway to take me home, improbably, I ran into Ultra Meat! This big hot, grinning guy was striding towards me and it took me a minute to recognize him, upright and dressed. He seemed very happy to see me. We chatted a bit until the train came, then in the tunnel under the river there was an awkward silence. On the way out of the train, he reached for my hand to shake it before parting, and then he leaned in and said, "Let me know when you're free." I shook it, and he raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers in my palm before dashing off. I love sex. I love sex with boys. I love boys. What a life. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Last night I wasted a big, pent up load beating off, and today I foolishly turned down a bunch of hot guys who wanted my dick, all in preparation to meet a guy this evening who turned out to be a fraud. We've been playing text tag for a couple of months now. His pix showed a very muscled, very manly body, with a nice shot of him sinuously draped across a sofa face down, with an ample, extremely inviting ass prominently bulging up-- that image is burned into my brain. But he had no face pic online and kept the other pictures locked after briefly showing me-- both of which would normally be red flags for me, but I was seduced by the idea of fucking my cum into another bodybuilder type, albeit one who looked a little past his prime, which is actually just fine with me. And he sounded like exactly the kind of sensual guy who I could sweat all over for hours. His face pic, which he emailed me later, did not really turn me on-- a rather hard-looking latino-indigenous face-- but it was masculine and had nice muscular-looking lips. He lived waaay uptown, though at least near an express subway. We kept trying and failing to set up a time every couple of weeks. All I knew was I wanted to cum in that sweet, beckoning ass. I wanted to add another big, muscular notch to my belt. So I indulged him in his frequent texting (which should have been another red flag, though I *have* had guys built like that after me more determinedly than you'd expect, given how *I* look) in hopes the timing would eventually work out. We decided yesterday that today after work would be the day! And, alas, it was. I actually woke up feeling like I was catching a cold. I could barely work till lunch, before I had to get back into bed. Around 2:30 I thought I should text him and let him know maybe he should make other evening plans because I felt sick. But then I decided to wait till 5, when I'd told him I'd check in about getting together, in case I felt better. I had beat off last night because I'd gone all week without anyone sucking me off and I didn't want to be fucking a big stud with seven days' worth of backed-up fuckjuice pressing against my pipes and making me cum in him too fast. The idea of doubly wasting it was too much to bear, though I felt like complete crap. But miraculously, when I woke up again at 4, I felt just fine. So at 5 I texted him asking if he still wanted to fuck. He gave me his address and I made my way uptown. He opened the door to his apartment and the face was as represented-- maybe a bit froggier in real life, but still clearly the same him from his glamor shots-- but nothing else was. He just looked like a regular middle-aged latin guy in his underwear. His arms were in fact quite scrawny. His ass was barely there. I seriously had to go to the bathroom after the trip, so I went in to relieve myself and figure out what I was going to do. Ay Chihuahua, I thought, am I really going to go through with this? Or, contrariwise, am I going to tell him sorry, not gonna work, and ride all the way back home? I came out of the bathroom and he was standing in his bedroom. I thought, what the hell, I haven't fucked anyone in a while, I want to fuck, I want to get off in someone. I kissed him and he kissed pretty nice, and had those muscular lips. I thought, maybe I can do this. But there was no sensuousness happening here-- he was going to service me and take whatever I gave him. I pushed him to his knees and ran my limp dick out through my fly and told him to suck me hard. He gave very, very good head and was not at all daunted by my shriveled tool. It wasn't getting hard all the way, but it felt pretty awesome, and I wondered for the zillionth time why the better a guy looks, the worse head he gives, even with directions, while less attractive guys instinctively know how to make you feel like you want to feel. I took off my pants and he stroked my legs up and down, making greedy sounds all around my dick. I took off the rest of my clothes, laid back on his bed, and pointed to my meat, swollen but not hard between my legs. He hopped on the bed and put it back in his mouth. I've been really spoiled by the guys I have been with lately. His body was doing absolutely nothing for me; it was like he was barely male. But the amazing head continued until my bone was throbbing hard. As he sucked me my leg extended between his haunches, and I stroked his asshole with my toe. Felt kinda nice, actually, and I imagined running my dick over the same area. I thought, maybe this doesn't have to be a total loss, maybe I'll just ram my tool in him and get off in him and leave. He made my dick feel so good I almost came. Which is a real feat a day after I've already cum... it's typically very hard to make me cum orally unless I have at least two days of cum backed up in my nuts. Hoping to at least seed him properly for my trouble, I got up and went to inspect his ass. It was really just not very appealing. Just a big shapeless ass. I closed my eyes and ate it a bit-- and he melted into a steady stream of helpless "Ay papi, ay papi"s. But it was actually starting to turn me off. Fearing I'd lose my erection before I got it in, I pulled back, aimed my tool at his hole, and pushed a bit. He was tight as a pinhole. My meat was not going in there any time soon. I was starting to deflate. Anxiously I flipped him over and lumbered over him. His eyes were big and greedy. He started to reach for a bottle of poppers on the bedside table. "Is it ok if I just--" he started to say, but I pushed him down, covered his mouth with mine, and ground my bone into his groin. His reaching arm fell limp on the bed and he wrapped himself around me, whimpering steadily and grabbing at every part of me. The pheromones were all wrong, wrong, wrong. I reared up and aimed my tool at his hole once more. He quickly went back for the poppers and I let him do a hit, hoping it would open him up. It didn't. He was holding his ass cheeks apart hoping to ease my passage-- one of the least sexy things any guy can do in my book. I pushed a few times and then shook my head with a tight frown on my face, and lay back, saying, "Suck my dick some more." And he did, greedily and quite expertly. His head was buzzed almost to the scalp and it felt good in my hands, so I stroked his head while he licked my dickhead until my tool was hard and oozing precum. He was going to make me shoot if he kept it up. I decided to just let it go. He'd hit me up on BBRTs so I figured he'd be happy with a load however it was delivered. My nuts jumped up into my body, my dick lengthened and strengthened, and I unloaded what I had all over his tongue. The fucker spat me out when I was done! Into a fucking Kleenex! My precious cum! I tried to be upbeat and friendly after, but I think he knew what had just happened, and had the crushed look of a puppy who has been spanked for pooing in the house. He got me a glass of water and I got dressed, asking him chirpy questions about this and that while he looked more and more miserable. As I left the apartment he said something about maybe getting together again. I resisted the urge to be cruel about the fake pix. And I rode the train downtown feeling foolish. Luckily a couple hours later my partner would be off work, and we were to meet for dinner at a new restaurant that turned out to be pretty good, quaint and cozy, and we would take and laugh together. The Strand Bookstore was not full of annoying people as it usually is and I browsed a while to forget about this miserable encounter-- so successfully that I almost forgot to make this entry, though I've pledged myself to record everything here accurately. I was grateful to have a nice enough real life to make up for lapses in my sexual one. I should be angry at this guy for misleading me, but mostly I feel sorry for him. More...

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To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Ok, I know it has been far too long for an update. It is not that I have been keeping my mouth and cock out of trouble, it is just that the time got away from me while preparing for our 3 week tour of Berlin. Lets just say that I made some very good international relations in Amsterdam and Berlin over my birthday month...and I do love the fact that every bar had a dark room. Over the course of 22 days I took loads in at least 2 bars each day and sometimes we went to some of the bars more than once per day. Now on to today. While walking to the bank to make a deposit I logged online and saw a hot profile nearby. I woofed him. As I was in line, he woofed back and we discussed my need for cum down my throat. Since he lived a block away it was simple to decide...I headed over. His pics gave me the impression of a long fat cock with a mushroom head. When I got there he was in sweat pants and t-shirt. We went to the bedroom and I got on my knees in front of him. He pulled out a fat thick cock, and as it grew in my mouth I was thrilled to find that the base was beer can thick! He started out soft, which you know I love. I just shut my eyes and went to work getting him hard. While I was doing my thing he had pulled up his shirt to tweak his perked hard nipples. That gave me a great view of his flat abs. His balls were a large hand full and I knew they were churning to release a hefty load of cum. As he got more and more aroused, it was just as I said...his cock grew larger and larger. He did not get much longer but damn it stretched my jaws. Based on his breathing, I could tell that he was edging closer and closer to release. Suddenly he started to moan and that shaft swelled. I kept slurping and just let him blow his entire load right into my mouth. Sometimes there is nothing better than feeling jets of spooge hitting your tongue and filling your mouth. So that was load number one. A buddy that works a couple of blocks from me sent me a late afternoon text..."you hungry?" My response...Of course. He mentioned a shower room in his building that locks. I said that was perfect and headed over. I saw him walk off the elevator just as I got there, and followed behind. Sure enough we had the entire room to ourselves. In the past we have played multiple times, and sometimes we do some short video. I had brought the camera along just in case. While I was getting into place on the floor, I told him to just record anything he wanted...then I got between his legs. He has a very heft set of balls, and they hang below a thick piece of meat - even when he is soft. As usual he was soft and I took my cue to do my duty... It was not long before he was sporting full wood and I was milking his shaft and head. He picked up the camera and I kept up my throat massaging. Every once in awhile I would grasp his cock to stroke and let my mouth work on the head. Thick, but long enough to be a two - hand job and I did love to give it my all. As he got closer to the edge, he put down the camera and just leaned back to enjoy my mouth. Closer to the climax and he spit a wad of saliva in his hand and stroked out his nut juice. I was right at the tip of his cock as his cum shot out and onto my waiting tongue. Using my lips and tongue to catch it all, and then lick the head clean...just as you know I love it! After he was drained and dressed, we walked out together. He mentioned that I was welcome to use his locale anytime I want...just let him know so that he can join in. We will see what new fun I can cook up there... More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Yesterday I decided at the last minute to hit my local bath house. And I wanted a room right away and not have to spend hours on the waiting list. Since CumUnion was also scheduled for that night, I knew I'd have to get their early, which I did and got a standard room, got myself together and then spent...five, six...hours on my belly getting nothing more than a bunch of feel-ups. It was a Wednesday afternoon and typically...slow. By the time CumUnion got underway, the communal playroom was jammed, with a gallery of cocksuckers and a crowd of tops taking turns on a muscular bottom who wasn't going to give up his space for anybody. As it turns out, that same bottom hogged the fuckbench the whole time I was there. But watching him take cock after cock, did get me hot. I hadn't been all that horny, and had decided on the baths mostly because I was in the neighborhood and knew I wouldn't get another chance for a while. With the clock running out (the time limit for a room is 8 hrs.), I went back to my room and went into cumdump mode. Being 5-6 has its advantages sometimes, like...you can be a cumdump in your own tiny room in your favorite bath house. I can get on all fours, butt out and up, across the mattress and parallel to the door and hallway. And I can look right at the prospects as they think about coming in. And man, they came in. It took about 5 minutes, although let's get real: it doesn't happen like that all the time, much less on a Wednesday night. The first guy was a white daddy with an average dick who wanted to cum (in a bath house it's all about timing and mostly little to do with being a hot bottom), so he gave me a vigorous working over and shot a load deep in my slutty hole...a lot deeper than I thought, it would turn out. As the daddy left, he was followed by another daddy type with hairy legs, and a bigger dick which slid right up my seeded sexchute. This was another spirited fucker, so I was getting to feel really used, and slammed around like a no-account, sleazy piece of meat with a hole to abuse and fill. This white pigtop fucked me for a long time but didn't cum, but it was hot just the same...and with the door open, we had drawn a crowd. That always happens. What doesn't always happen is to have two lookalike tops come in together. These pigs looked and acted like a couple...white, short hair, slim and muscled bods and with a 20-something badass aura. The first guy grabbed my ass and put me where he wanted me and then fucked the hell out of me. By now, my ass was well fucked, and the first top's generous load had been worked around in there...it was getting swishy and soupy and slurpy noisy. Then his brother took over...his dick was a little bigger...these were average sized dicks that stayed rock hard the whole time. And the whole time was a good 20 minutes during which these dudes took turns on my ass, switching at will, as if they did this every night. Hell, maybe they do. Neither guy came, which maybe makes sense since I think they'd just got there for CumUnion. But when they finished, they were finished, and theysauntered out with some attitude, slamming the door so hard that the light went out. My kind of tops. So like it was getting on to 10 p.m., and although I was totally horned up by now, it was time to move on out and give my room up to some other cum hungry bottom. I had been there 7 hrs. and everything happened in the last hour...typical, maybe. As I checked out, there was a line of guys waiting to check in, and waiting list of 20 guys for a room. It made me think of the 80's. That load of cum stayed in my ass all night. I got home, went to bed, and when I woke up, my morning crap was a wad of cum that was shot out in one big blob. Just like the '80's. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... As part of my sexytimes vacation, I went to a “play zone” of sorts. It’s not a bathhouse, as it was its own compound/land area. But it did have a sauna, steamroom, and various play spaces with slings, tables, benches, chairs, etc. It wasn’t super busy the night I went, but I managed to keep my mouth full of cock early on. I was also hanging out and feeding my dick to a fellow bottom who was whoring out his hole in a sling. Being the nice, non-competitive guy I am, I bided my time and didn’t get in the second sling that was in the room. That would have been rude, given the low about of traffic. However, he was finished whoring eventually, and I ended up alone in the room. Until daddy big-dick came in. This guy was all daddy— probably in his 50’s, grey hair, goatee, decent bod, and a big 8 inch cock. I had sucked him earlier and watched him take a turn on the other bottom’s ass. But now we were alone. So I grabbed his crotch and said, “You need to fuck me with this thing!” He says, “I don’t have any condoms…” “Who said anything about condoms?” I replied as I leaned back and hopped in the corner sling. That was all the invitation he needed. I scooted down and positioned myself while he squirted lube on his big fucker. By this time in the weekend I had taken a lot of cock and was pretty opened up. Even so, I felt this fucker go in. Even with the fresh bottle of poppers I had brought. I ask him to go a little easy, and he does. He sets up a nice rhythm of slow fucking me, letting me relax. About that time, a furry bear guy with a fat, 7” cock walked in and starts watching us. I licked my lips and motioned to him with my head. He walked up and fed me his cock. I was in heaven, sucking a fat prong while taking a thick 8 incher up my ass raw. With poppers, I floated along and lost track of time. Then suddenly daddy pulled out of my ass, and the emptiness was startling. I opened my eyes and looked around and that’s when I noticed that a little crowd had gathered to watch the festivities. Now, I love taking dick, but I usually shy away from doing it in front of an audience. It just makes me a bit uncomfortable. Bit I also knew that there were going to be limited fuck opportunities that night, so i should seize this one. So I went back to sucking the bear while the next top stepped up and slid in my ass. He was a non-descript older guy. Maybe 6.5 or 7. Definitely smaller than the daddy that had been fucking me. He fucked me hard and I felt his pelvis ramming into my ass. It was also making loud, wet, slapping sounds. He didn’t last long. He starts with the “Oh! Oh! Oh!!” noises and a couple guys egg him on with “Yeah! Breed him! Seed that hole!” He does and I stopped sucking cock long enough to let everyone know that I’m a load taker. “Oh yeah!” I moan. “Let me milk that fucker!” His shivers and jumps let the others know I’m working him with my hole. When he pulls out, another guy is right there to take his place. The next guy I swear looks like a skinny, slightly younger version of Sam Elliot. Shorter, iron grey hair and a big, bushy mustache. With an 8 inch, mushroom headed cock that curved to the right. I watched him intently as he lined up and slid home. I felt every inch and my eyes rolled back in my head. More poppers and I was back to sucking the bear cock while Sam fucked my cummy ass. Another guy had walked up at that time (shorter, chubby guy) and he starts playing with my nipples. This sends me into hyperdrive, and I start sucking like a Hoover and bucking down onto Sam’s cock. Bear blows his load in (and all over) my mouth/face loudly. I lick it up as best I can. A leather fist pig guy (he’s foreign and he had wanted me to fist him earlier) walks up and unzips his leather breeches and hauls out a nice, thick, uncut pecker for me to suck. Damn if this guy doesn’t have a ton of foreskin for me to tongue! I’m hitting the juice, and wallowing in the pleasure of the silky foreskin on my tongue when I feel Sam shove in hard and grunt. Load number 2 is going in my hole. Deep. I milk him as best I can, but he pulls out rather quickly and his mushroom head pulls a bunch of cum out with it. I hear it spatter on the cement floor and hear several guys mention how much cum is running out. Then I feel a greedy tongue at my hole and I look down. It’s the bottom from earlier, lapping up the seed and tonguing/sucking on my hole. It’s hot so I let him go with it. Leather fist pig steps around for a turn and he slides that uncut fucker right up my sloppy cunt. (At this point I’m pretty sure he’s German.) German fucks me for a minute, then pulls out and shoves his cock in the other bottom’s (who’s still kneeling closeby) mouth to clean him off. Then he fucks me some more, then more cleaning. I can tell he’s really more of a bottom himself as his cock is losing interest with my hole. He eventually steps away and there are about 3 guys left watching. One is the original daddy. I lock eyes with him while he’s jacking and I say, “Breed me, sir.” He steps back to my hole and plows in roughly. Fuck, my ass had forgotten how thick his goddamn cock was! Thick like a can of red bull— the full shaft. And it’s all up inside me. He grabs the sling’s chains and starts to really give it to me. At this point I’m not sucking any more cock— I’m trying not to spill the poppers while huffing away. I also have my eyes glued to daddy. Noises are starting to come out of me now. Grunts and “Ugghn! Ugghn!” With his hard thrusts. I can feel his dick head punching up well into my colon with every thrust. I start to beg. “Cum in me! Fuckin’ cum in me, sir!” A couple of the other guys watching start saying “Yeah! Fuckin’ knock his ass up!” I look over at the other bottom who is watching me with a sly smile. Daddy doubles his tempo, his thrusts coming fast and furious. It’s almost more than I can stand and my hole is feeling like its gonna turn inside out. I start jacking myself to match— knowing that I need the pleasure stimulation to go along with the gut punching he’s delivering. This tightens up my hole some, and I hear daddy gasp. Then I hear him revving up to orgasm. His cock is like a steel shaft, it’s impossibly hard inside me and he starts this long, low guttural moan. The other bottom guy comes over and starts sucking my cock for me and chubby guy redoubles his efforts on my nips. I am seconds from blowing and announce to the room that daddy is gonna fuck the cum right out of my cock. Then daddy gets really loud and starts yelling “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He grips the top crossbar of the sling stand, and is on his tippytoes, buried as deep inside me as he can get. I feel his dick pulsing and my ass get warmer (and wetter) as his load spills out. I allow myself to get very loud and shout “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” as I blow my wad down the bottom’s throat. He chokes a little which gratifies me a little). There are appreciative moans from the couple guys watching, and one of them shoots his spunk on the floor. What a waste. I beg daddy to stay inside me until I have ever drop. He pants and nods his assent. The bottom slurps the last of my load off my cock, and the watchers start to wander away to watch fist pig start to take some black dude’s massive paw. After about 5 minutes, Daddy does a slow pullout of my ass, and then helps me out of the sling. I thanked him and told him that was so damn hot. He agreed. Then we went out separate ways and I wandered to the wet area to clean the lube and cum off my torn up ass before heading for my hotel room. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... This past week/weekend I was a big, ol’ bottom whore. For several days I did nothing but suck duck and take loads in my ass Seriously. So many loads went both places that I completely lost track. My guess is that something like 15 went up my ass, and maybe half that many in my mouth. And the number of cocks that went in both orifices was probably double that. Anyway, two of my favorite loads came via a couple— albeit individually and spaced about 45 minutes apart. I’d seen them both at the pool where I was staying and found them to be quite attractive. I struck up casual conversation with them and learned they were on holiday from Seattle. Guy number 1 was tall, 6’2”, bearded (some grey starting), decent build, and with about a 6.5 inch cock. He was also the quiet one, and I thought he was a bit standoffish. Turns out he was just a bit shy. Anyway, there was a “play space” where we were staying, and I encountered guy #1 there. We held a brief staring contest— him seated, me standing. Without speaking, I walked over slowly, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. His eyes had invited me. We really started getting into playing, and he was working my nips which sent me into a frenzy. I pulled off his cock long enough to inform him that playing with my nips makes me need dick in my ass. “I can do that,” he says calmly. I suck him more, and he works my nips until I can’t stand it. “You need to fuck me,” I tell him. Now.” “You’ve got me so worked up, I won’t last long.” He says. “That’s perfect! Quick pump n dump in a glory hole booth then?” He nods, and we find an empty booth. “I’ve got poppers and a condom,” he says with a frown. “No lube.” “I’ve got spit, two cum loads already in me, and poppers,” I reply. He turns me around to face the wall, I reach back and spitlube his cock, we both hit the poppers, and he’s sliding into me bare. Now, I’d seen this couple for a few days and never saw them play. I figured even if they did mess atound, there was no way they’d play raw. Who knew? Guy 1 has me by the hips and my face pressed into the corner of the booth while he drills me. His cock is about perfect— thick enough to please, hitting good spits and not hurting me. Once the cumload lube starts slicking his cock in my hole, he starts pounding away at me. He’s totally into the fuck now— groaning and saying how nice my wet hole feels. At this point we start to draw an audience even though we’re in a booth. I see faces at the glory holes watching, and the booth curtain had been pulled back so guys can watch and jack off. I keep huffing poppers so I don’t care about being on exhibit. Guy 1- for seeming so quiet and reserved has turned into a loud, top pig in front of the crowd. “Fuck yeah! Take my cock! Work it! Make me cum!” I do as instructed and a minute or so later I get my reward. “Fuck man, I’m close! Cant hold it… I’m gonna cum! Where do you want it?” I haven’t answered yet, but I feel his cock start to pulse in my ass and I know he’s already breeding me. “Inside!” I whisper harshly. “Do it!” “You want me to cum inside, huh?” He says loudly for our audience. He shudders and shakes and breeds my ass while I milk him with my assring. We stay welded together, panting while his orgasm subsides. Then he starts to chuckle quietly. We separate and I kiss his neck. “What are you laughing at?” I ask. “Me. What we just did was so not me usually.” “Oh, I think it was— or at least a secret part of you.” I tell him. Then I lean in close to his ear and whisper “You were cumming inside me before I told you where I wanted it.” He laughs again and admits he was. “I know,” I say. “Where you want it… Whoops too late. Hell, I invented that move!” He thanks me for the fuck and we part ways. (I hung back, and another daddy who who’d been watching us came in behind and then came in my behind rather quickly). About 45 minutes later I was wandering about and bumped into Guy #1’s partner. The half of the couple that I was really attracted to. Shaved head, stubble beard, blue eyes and a killer smile. Stocky build, with a rough, furry chest that had some grey to it. He had made my engine rev all weekend. When I ran into him I said, “Hey bud— where are you off to?” He looked at me deeply and said, “Wherever you’re heading, stud.” I suggested we head back to my room. He agreed readily. We got to my room and literally attacked each other. If ever there was a “mutual rape” scene, this was it. It was full-on passion from both sides. Evidently he had found me as attractive as I had found him, and we made up for lost time. Making out, sucking, etc. Then we started fucking. And fucking. And fucking. The fucker had a beautiful 7.5 inch cock that stayed rock hard no matter what position we tried. And we tried them all. At one point I was riding him and he was groaning about how good my ass felt around his dick and I looked down into his gorgeous blue eyes and said, “I can’t wait until you cum in me. I want to collect the set.” He knew exactly what I meant, smiled a filthy sex smile and growled, “Is his load still inside?” “Of course— along with a couple others. Can’t you feel how cumsloppy my ass is?” “So fuckin’ hot- fucking his load deeper into you before I add my own.” “So did he tell you about breeding me?” “Yeah— why do you think I went looking for you? I needed a turn at that ass you’ve been parading around all weekend!” And boy did he make the most of his turn. He was definitely a hot fucker and he wore the hell out of my ass. I thought my hole was going to fall out! At one point he made me put on a show- fingering the cum back into my ass that was running out. Eventually he had me on my back and was pounding me furiously while we made out furiously. He didn’t even tell me he was getting close— I already knew. He shoved in deep, up into my colon, when he started shooting. I jacked off, and was joining him a few strokes later. Our orgasmic shouts and exclamations were heard by everyone at the pool. When we left my place, we felt several pairs of eyes all following us— including partners. We looked at him and he was smirking knowingly. I kissed him briefly and thanked him while winking to his partner. And I told him to tell his partner that I thoroughly enjoyed collecting the pair’s DNA. More...

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Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... I got fucked Sunday night by a 9-inch niggah 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 about to begin. 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 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 ginding -- 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. * * * 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...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had a bit of a breakthrough with Ultra Meat-- he finally let me cum in his mouth, and I came big. I was slowly fucking my bone in and out of his skull while he was on his back, with that insanely hot body spread back on the bed in front of me. I helplessly watched my dick buried in his beautiful face, firing what seemed like endless shots of fuckjuice into him, while my hands groped at his meaty, stubbly chest. He fisted himself like crazy and I kept saying "Cum man, cum with me, I want to cum at the same time," and he started dripping white spooge all over his black skin. And then a precious look of disgust came over his face, and I held up a washcloth to his face, laughing. "That bad, huh?" I joked while he spat it all out. He looked at me sheepishly with his sweet, gentle manner, and said, "You know how it is after you get off, the feeling changes." I didn't fault him. It was pretty fantastic sex. While he sucks beautifully, we spent most of the time mock-fucking, bodies pressed together tightly, his huge meaty limbs wrapped all around me with desire, his cock freely oozing precum all over our joined bellies-- and most of that time we were cooing into each other's ears how how it would be for me to fuck him raw, how much I want to cum in him, how I want him to carry me inside him when he goes back home, how much he wants to feel my hard dick in his soft insides, how he turns me into pure sex whenever he comes over. And yet I'm an idiot... I'm a little disappointed. All day I got turned down by guys I was crazy hot for, and it's always the same type-- the thin, otterish, hairy type, toned but not too built, but very nice shape. And they're never into me. After work, I was excitedly about to go cum in a new guy in the East Village, a little cute nerdy guy with the kind of healthy, manly but short and slim body I really want but never get, and then BBRTs kicked me out and wouldn't let me log back in! Just as we were about to exchange numbers! Agony! Ultra Meat was actually my consolation prize. He'd texted me yesterday saying simply, "Service?" and I put him off with a gentle excuse so I could look for new ass, but got nada. This morning he texted again, saying-- very sweetly and wistfully I must say-- "I so wish I could suck you today." When my otter fell exasperatingly into the Internet void, I texted Ultra Meat back, and he trotted over dutifully within fifteen minutes and spent an hour moaning about how hot I am as I lay on top of him, manhandling his limbs. And yet still all I want are these little guys who don't even know I exist! What is wrong with me! Here towards the end of this blogging year, let's have a look at the difference between what I want and what I get. First, here is an array of guys who have inexplicably let me stick my dick in them, many of them letting me squirt my cum in them, and all but one or two inexplicably hit me up again asking for more on multiple occasions. I have declined each of those guys on some occasion because I wanted to find some little guy. They all look really beautiful to me lined up here and I realize I hope to fuck them all again: [TABLE] [TR] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] These are beautifully meaty guys, all of them are pretty handsome, and I'm an idiot for not going running the instant any of them ask for me. I am a schlub and they are totally out of my league. I should be *begging* them to take my meat every day. But no. I choose. And often lose. The following guys will not even give me the time of day and leave me pining and weeping away for their cute, tight, hairy little bodies: [TABLE] [TR] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD][/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] Fuck, just looking at them fills me with longing and makes the cum rise up in my balls. If only they knew how much I desire them! Don't they care! No one will fuck them like I will fuck them! Would they let me fuck them if they knew the big meatheads up above whimper for my cum regularly?? Most of these guys totally ignore my advances, but one of them actually told me he was interested in letting me sweat all over him and cum inside him but the timing didn't work out that day. So I told him I'd buddy list him. And every time after that I saw him I hit him up, but he ignored me until finally I found I was blocked. Torture, torture! As Morrisey pathetically sang, "Please please please, let me get what I want... Lord knows it would be the first time." I often look at guys with bodies or faces I wish I had and moan to myself, "If I just looked like you, I could have anyone I wanted!" But I guess no one ever gets exactly what they want, and that tension actually makes life a little more delicious in a way. And if I looked like those guys I'd probably be an even bigger whore than I am now, if that's even possible. So it's just as well. Ultra Meat is a hell of a consolation prize, and we all beg and we all choose sometime. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... A few months ago, I was In SF for a weekend, and was going to see a friend of mine. Well, he was sick that weekend, so timing sucked, and we couldn't hang out. Turns out that he "trusted the wrong guy" and my friend was infected. He has since become very well adjusted to it, in part from support from family and friends. It did make me reflect on a lot... things I had done in the past, that infamous action where I lied to and bred that neg guy a few months after I had converted (he wasn't infected) I have made a... well, not sure effort is the word, because I have found it has been very easy for me, but i guess I will say an effort, to be 110% open and honest about my status, in fact, I am usually the one who brings it up. However, there was some backlash. Neg guys who felt that I shouldn't even be on hookup sites and apps like adam4adam, scruff, et all. Not sure how the phrase "I wont hook up with you became I am poz and you are neg" translated into "I log on to spread AIDS" but, it is what it is. For the most part, I usually get "Thank you for your honesty" or something to that effect, but yeah, every once in a while I did receive a "Log off and delete your fucking profile you walking STD" Neg guys are not well versed in being rational. If a guy is declaring his status openly, and seeking out people of the same status, just how is he seeking to infect or harm you. Anyway, long story short, I am only on BBRT now, where being poz is the norm. No more deceit, no more grey areas. It is my choice, and one that works for me. I do think about the guys on BBRT though the neg for neg only guys. I am not offended by Neg UB2, I think more about how guys like this are a stealther's wet dream, anyone can print out a document and have it say that they are neg. Anyone can say that recently got tested... ...knowing that guys out there will say and do whatever it takes to get a load in you, the BBRT Neg4Neg only crowd would do better to exercise a bit of caution, and no, taking a man on his word is not a bit of caution. It is every man for himself after all. -If you practice reduced-risk sex, bring your own condoms and lube, don't count on the other guy. Condoms can be purposely damaged/tampered with, or they can use a condom unsafe lube. -If a guy says he prefers bareback and you don't, cut your losses, you aren't compatible, better that than him slipping off that condom and you not knowing. It is up to you to protect yourself, not for a random trick to do it for you. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I unloaded an insane amount of spooge into a tall, thin, vaguely hipstery guy in his early 30s. He was 6'2, hairy, and looks like he lost a *ton* of weight fairly recently; his skin was somewhat loose and his musculature was barely there in his arms, though his legs were incongruously meaty and shapely. His dick was one of the smallest I've been with in a long time-- maybe 4 inches max. So why did I go through with this, when I had someone like Ultra Meat suddenly resurfacing, sending me texts begging for my cock all afternoon? That old kicker-- the handsome face. He had pale skin, dark eyes, extremely black hair, a long thin face, intense eyebrows, long straight nose, scruffy beard, nice lips-- I can forgive almost anything for a face like that. He ran over and sucked me absolutely silly for about an hour and a half. My energy is almost completely sapped after this, and my nuts and the ducts connecting them to my dick are seriously aching from the explosive relief of all that pent-up pleasure. I hadn't cum since my last entry almost a week ago. It was just what I needed! He seriously loved dick and clearly knew his way around one-- the way he worked his tongue against my dickhead was absolutely primo, and his entire face relaxed into blissful pleasure at the sensation of having my bone, which he had managed to get so hard it felt like it was going to fall off, just sliding in and out of his mouth. He put his big, meaty hands on my thighs and just sucked himself into nirvara-- the hands were so manly and shapely that, coupled with his face, he just sent me into a trance, staring at him as he made me feel better and better, tracing the handsome hairline along the edge of his face, stroking his eyebrows and nose, stroking those fingers. He claimed he'd never edged anyone before but he did know exactly how to respond to a top's signals, verbal and nonverbal, without any of the deer-in-the-headlights-type panicking you get from lesser cocksuckers who claim they're great at it but don't know how to handle actual suggestions. His body was seriously doing nothing for me, but after about half an hour of him licking away at my manly sensitive parts, I was basically convinced I was in love with him, and I flipped him on his back and ground myself into him, making out with him intensely the whole time, with breaks only for chewing and licking his beautiful, long, strong neck to his most exquisite delight. We were very, very into each other at this point. When he came over I had really only wanted to lay back and be sucked into oblivion, but he felt so good against me, even though he was tall and gangly and weirdly shaped, that I was overwhelmed with desire to shove my dick in him and fuck him and squirt all my cum in his guts with my tongue down his throat. It was all I wanted; I would have given a million dollars at that point to fuck him. But he was just ridiculously tight-- I could barely get my finger in. He was precumming freely so I wiped up some of it, and ran my newly slippery finger around his asshole and poked it in, essentially using his own precum as lube. He accepted this more easily, perhaps because of the excitement of what I'd done. But trying to get my dick in there was like trying to force an aircraft carrier through a garden hose. I was hard as a battering ram and was pushing my dick against his hole with all my weight behind my hips, pushing his legs further and further back, and pushing rather violently for me, and he wanted it, he said he wanted it, but it was like there was no hole there at all. Giving up on that, I humped him till I wanted to cum, then laid back and let him lap my dickhead some more. So fucking beautiful. The remainder of an hour passed in a languid haze. I wanted to cum so badly it hurt, but I also wanted more sex. I wanted nonstop eternal sex. "I never want to cum," I cooed into his ear. "I just want to feel this forever." He smiled a huge smile and sucked my face and held my ass down, he wrapped himself all around me and sighed and moaned. It felt so good I couldn't enjoy it for long-- I worried I would cum. So I pushed him off me and we made out more with tongues and lips smacking and sucking and making obscene noises and stroking each other's dick and rubbing our bodies together, more and more and more and more sex. I laid back again; hour and fifteen minutes had gone by spent in dizzying pleasure. I wanted to last longer. More dickhead lapping, holding hands hard, fucking up into his skull, his loose open accepting mouth, his genitals oozing against my hairy calf, our bodies curled together, all about my fucking dick. He had told me about ten times, "Your dick is fantastic, man," and assured me he could suck for as long as I wanted, he wasn't tired. "I really want your dick though, bro," he said. Bro sounded funny coming from him-- his voice was a little on the queeny side when he was really turned on-- but I dug it. I want dudes to want my cum. So I laid back with my arms and legs splayed wide, and rested his head on my right thigh so I could see his profile with my fat tubesteak running between his lips, and he sucked me to the edge, and kept me there. Five minutes on the edge. I was in pain. My balls were in revolt. I was going to cum. I didn't try. I let him lick me how he wanted. My dick grew tenser and tenser as the seconds went by. I felt some cum run out in a hard stream but it wasn't an orgasm. He tasted it and expressed helpless surprise at the taste of my impending climax. He felt my dick grow hard as marble, get a fraction longer, a fraction thicker on his tongue, he felt the ridges of my dickhead swell out far from my shaft in preparation for firing. And then the first shot. So hard and copious. A cry from my cocksucker. And then the second shot. Even harder. He was not ready, he coughed a little, and I felt my own warmth and sliminess rush around my dick in his mouth. He made tiny, tiny tongue motions on my favorite dick spot. To keep me cumming. To keep me happy. And then the third shot. They came faster now, that familiar pulsing rhythm. More tiny tongue motions, and my whole body was half tensed, half relaxing. So beautiful to be a man, so beautiful to cum hard. And the fourth and fifth shot; it was already too much cum for him, and I felt him gulping and he seized up a little, as if I shot down the wrong pipe. The tongue motions stopped so I unconsciously bucked my hips into him to keep cumming. He recovered and licked my dickhead, hard. This made me fire a sixth hard shot into him. He was getting so much cum. My groin hurt from the exertion. But it kept pulsing. There were only spasms after that; it didn't feel like my cum tube was being pushed open with more gushes of liquid. Just those last sweet warm throbs of my fertile tool. The orgasm was ebbing away and warm tiredness was creeping into my limbs. He treated my dick lovingly until it began to soften and stop throbbing. Then he pulled me out. "Not bad at all!" I joked, patting his stomach. He laid back and paused a long time. Then: "Are you crazy? That was *fantastic*!" I laughed and said again, "Not half bad!" Then I kissed him and said, "I know that was a lot of work." "A lot of work for a big reward," he said. "Definitely worth it." He flopped his arms at his side and snuggled up to me a bit. I worried I would fall asleep. We laid in the early evening gloom a bit then I offered him some water. We chatted about this and that; he's from Rochester and I babbled a bit about a recent trip my partner and I took to the Finger Lakes, stopping off up there. I think the tenor of the room changed a bit; he might be another one of those dudes who is uptight about the partner thing, I dunno. He scurried out fairly quickly at that point and took my huge load of cum with him. My balls still ache from that endurance test, but they'll be fine. I know I always say this, but it's great to be gay and have dudes who want nothing more than to spend an hour and a half with their head in your lap, making you feel great just for the pleasure of being close to your dick. It's great to be gay, and it's great to be a top! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Still leaking a bit when I think of yesterday…. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Yesterday, I was chatting with a guy on BBRT(bbplay), that has told me that he has been a fan of my blog. Timing was never on our side to meet, but yesterdat it finally happened, we met up at Flex. We went to his room, and we kissed, threw our towels to the floor, and I ate out his smooth muscled hole. He pulled his cheeks apart, allowing to dart my tongue deeper into his fine ass. I lubed up my dick, and slid it inside of him. Easing my dick into his butt. Once I got all the way in, I began pounding his hole, which felt amazing. Loved watching my black dick go into his milky white tanlined ass. I laid him on the bed, flat, and began to fuck him some more. I was getting very sweaty, and soon, I filled his ass with cum. We kissed a bit more, and everytime we passed in the bath house. He told me I was a great fucker. I walked around, resting, relaxing in the hot tub, eating ass. I went into the main video room, and there was 3 guys surrounding this latin bottom, they were all pumping him full of seed. After they were done, I grabbed him, and fucked him, while all the guys in the bathhouse watched. Egging me on and jerking themselves off. I looked at his angel wing tats on his back, he whimpered as I threw him in various positions, pistoning in and out of his hole. My dick was getting frothy and I pulled out, and shook off the froth, so the guys could see how cummy and used his hole was. I finally shot my second load for the day in his hole. I walked around and found bbplay, who hadn't cum yet, I told him about the cumfilled bottom, and that if i saw him again, i would send him his way. 2 minutes later, I found that bottom, he took me to his room and i told him id be back, I brought bbplay there, and told him to use the bottom boy's hole. and to fuck my load deeper into him, he seemed turned on that he was using my cum as lube, and soon, he fired off his load. It was great to finally meet, meat, and breed him, and to watch him fuck an ass. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Hole. Lee. Fuck. Yesterday was a banner day of sex for me. I’d been in a bit of a dry spell, with only the occasional quickie sauna bj to break the monotony. Until yesterday. First up was Mr. Ten Inch. (Aka Big 10). We’d been trying to hook up for several weeks, but our schedules just weren’t matching up. But he emailed me Saturday and said he’d be free Sunday at our usual time. And then a bit later I received a text from Perv Daddy who was horny and wanted a fuck session. So I booked him into the schedule as well. Big Ten fucked the snot out of me from 1:30 -2:30 pm. And true to form it was magical— hitting me with wave after wave of pleasure that emanated from deep in my bowels. I rode him, he nailed me on my back, we fucked in the T position (my favorite), on my side, stomach, and then we finished doggy style with him pounding me. Oh, and did I mention he wore his PA this time? It fuckin’ hurt so good— I got very loud. Neighbors be damned. Anyway, he came hard and shoved it way up into my colon, and then collapsed on top of me for awhile until I’d milked him dry and we were ready to separate. Since I hadn’t cum yet, no sooner had Big Ten left when I’m texting Perv Daddy that I’m ready if he is. He invited me over. I hook up with Pervy Daddy only occasionally, because I’m always a bit torn by our play sessions. I mean, PD is hot— handsome, nice body, furry chest, and a true 8 inch cock that is thick enough to hurt a bit. He’s also a great kisser, loves to suck my cock and eat my ass. And he cums a TON. But like I said, he’s pervy. More taboo really. When he get together he likes to hear stories about me and my father, my uncle, and cousins. And he tells me about the sex with his brothers and his nephew. (He and his nephew still hook up). And then we watch… Videos. He gets all riled up and then ends up spit fucking my hole. And with his massive meat, it takes all the poppers I can huff— especially after Big Ten got through using my hole. We have the computer angled so we can watch the videos while he’s nailing me at talking about all the boys he’s bred. Of which I’ll be the next. He flooded my guts when one particularly titillating scene played on the video. A three day load. He kept fucking me though and my ass was totally cumsloppy at this point. And my hole was raw and gaping. But he wasn’t done. Perv Dad hadn’t had any quality perv time with anyone in awhile, so he wasn’t done using me yet. We kept watching his videos and he kept fucking my sloppy aching hole until he launched a second load into me. He was kind enough to give me a reach-around while still pumping me and I shot violently. My load spewed all over his sheet-covered sofa. When he finally pulled out, cum ran out of my gaping hole, down my balls, and dripped onto the sofa too. We made out for a bit longer and he started getting a semi, but I told him my ass was done. I left him and ran some errands— with three loads of cum staining the back of my jeans. More...