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Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... ...on a Sunday evening. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Met this guy online. Buff hairy latino with sweet uncut cock. You can see some of my cocksucking skills. He loved it. Like always blindfolded on my knees between guy's legs worshipping cock-where I belong. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Central California can be a desolate place for sex sometimes. Lots of interest from the few guys there and little follow-through. I was waiting for someone who said he'd show but I double-booked, because you just don't know. The guy was short and Hispanic. Maybe 5'6". His pics showed a beefy, meaty uncut dick - as one would like to see on a Hispanic man in his 40s. He never mentioned that he didn't have transportation, so it took him longer than expected to get there, and even though it is California, it was in the low 40s so he was cold to the touch. His cock was not all that - about 5.5" when fully hard, which was difficult to do. He was engaged, but something in him was not cooperating. I couldn't get him or keep him hard, and I don't think that said anything about my abilities. For certain it wasn't for lack of trying. I did suck him - and well. We finally got into a position that suited him. My head hanging over the bed, my head between his legs, his cock in my mouth. And he fucked my mouth. For those who've attempted this as the eater, it's a great place, if you're experienced. If not, there can be gagging and a battered throat. Not to say the feeder doesn't like to gag and batter the sucker below him - it can work on multiple levels. With this guy's dick, I was in no danger of having my eyes well up or have spit running out of the corners of my mouth. While back there, I did go farther behind and eat his ass, with which he was okay, but didn't get into that as much as most guys who experience my tongue on their pucker. But with my mouth and his dick, he was persistent and he plugged away. He started precumming and it tasted good...salty, watery but good. Then he stopped for a few. It hadn't been precum, it was just cum. His cum. Pre-cum size, not full load size. Still a load is a load. This guy thought for sure he had a second one in him and wanted to fuck me. Good for him, but I knew it couldn't happen - he barely got hard for a blowjob. He did get me bent over and poured lube on his cock -and the more he couldn't get it up me the more he poured lube. I just wanted to tell him no matter how much he had, if he could not get stiff, it wasn't going to happen - but he had to kind of know that, right? As it turns out, it didn't matter, because just then there was a knock at the door. The person with whom I was scheduled to hook-up arrived on time. He looked at the Hispanic guy, brushed my nipples and leaned in and whispered, "Get rid of this guy." I did. [/img]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14796943-280112015445368630?l=bikeguy13.blogspot.com[/img] More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... he stood over me as i knelt blindfolded on the floor...i felt the massive weight of his cock brush my face as i pushed my face into his cock. from his a4a profile i knew that he was an athletic black man with a high sex drive and a very large cock....but i had no idea what i was in for. it was getting late and he was late arriving. i had almost given up on him...but decided i wanted to check out that "very large cock". i had already hosted 7 or 8 tops needing a blowjob and/or some ass (yes, i had lost count...the first 4 arrived in a group and i think a fifth arrived in the midst of the sucking/fucking chaos and so couldn't keep track fully during that furious action). by this time of night i had a belly full of sperm and smelled strongly of cum and man-sweat....loving it as i inhaled my pungent musky scent waiting patiently for him...like the good cum-hungry slut i was. like i said he was late but i stayed diligent...i was blindfolded and sniffing poppers while i waited and stroked my stiff cock in the darkened hotel room. finally my wait was over as i heard him quietly enter the room and shut the door. i slipped from my chair and kneeled on the floor as i had been told to do...while he stripped naked quietly. without saying a word he stepped up and stood over me as i kneeled. i inhaled lightly through my nose and caught that sharp musky scent of a black man's crotch...and my cock almost exploded right there and then. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here After seven years, I updated my template for the blog. It was actually a mistake I couldn't seem to undo, but I"m nothing if not flexible. What it also did was force me to update my links because it only imported some and not all. However, so many of those links had not been updated for years and some were just outright defunct and no longer functional. Normally, I will update / delete a link that has been inactive for 12 months, but I kept one or two because the archived stories are so hot. But it is possible I lost some links I wanted to keep or some of you link to me and want me to link back. You have to give me a shout-out if that is the case. The look is a little cleaner and I like it a little better - so change isn't bad. We'll ride with it and see what happens. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Just had a few days back home. Started getting horny texts and emails from Jamie the week or two before I got there. He took the day off. I had vodka, rum and smokes from the duty-free so we got comfortable on the sofa and got quietly wasted. Like always he wanted to fuck me before anything else. He's back into one of those phases where he's freaking out about bareback. Said it wasn't worth the mental anguish. So he rubbered up before he slid into me. He was cursing it at the same time – he hates condoms, doesn't stay hard so easily. But otherwise it was like old times. Fucked me for half an hour, missionary style, finally started banging me hard, pelvis to pelvis, and blew a load. After a smoke and more booze he wanted to get his fist in me. It was sweet. I was relaxed and he got into me first time round. He's still fascinated by my hole and wants to get into me deeper. The last time in July he had started to find a route past first base. This time he went exploring again, fingers outstretched, looking for some depth. I sucked on some poppers and he just pigged out inside me, pushing, twisting, probing. I was pretty much delirious. It turned into a long night. Jamie gets real talkative when he's got liquor in him. Plus it was a Friday night so he was getting texts from some of his mates. He invited one of them up to play - some slut from nearby who wanted to get fucked. Not really my type: short, porky, completely passive. He wanted fist as well. I tried but couldn't get into him. He eventually left. Then Jamie started getting texts from one of his straight/bi mates. He turned up around midnight, completely wasted. It was helluva funny. James and Steve were abusing each other, replaying years of parties, booze, girls and sex. I was just sitting in front of them on the floor, naked, watching porn on the TV. Jamie eventually got into Steve's pants, got him hard, sucked on his dick for a while. This went on - smokes, more vodka, cocksucking, more chat - for hours. Steve kept shedding clothes until he was starkers as well. Jamie was pimping my hole, wanted Steve to fuck me. He tried a few times, always with a rubber, but couldn't keep it up for more than a few minutes. At one point he got me to eat his arsehole. Mmmm. The guy was hot, no doubt about it. He had a bit of a gut but he had a muscly butt, with fine blond hair all up his taint and hole. His hole was kinda raunchy. There was enough booze in me and enough sex in the air that it just turned me on more. I hardened up fast and jacked myself while I sniffed and ate him out. The taste lingered on my lips. About 3am something changed. Steve must have decided he wanted to get off. He took charge, got me on my knees on the couch and just pushed straight in, no rubber. The guy is six foot, big uncut dick. He was still sloppy drunk and it was a sloppy drunk rough fuck. He banged me hard for a while, pausing to pull all the way out then drive all the way back in. Jamie was urging him on, calling me a dirty bareback slut. Eventually Steve gave up, said he couldn't come. He was still half hard when he pulled out. I fingered my hole and tasted it. The bastard had stealthed me. Jamie eventually kicked him out, still wasted, around 4am. We slept a few hours before he had to get up for work, hung over but complaining because he hadn't woken up early enough to fuck me again. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here 'The Wonderful World of' was/is a construct of the 20th century...the media slipped into the wonderful world of this or that, everything short of psoriasis was described in terms of a wonderful world, e.g., The Wonderful World of Rice Pudding. I prefer 'The Strange World of...' but that is for another blog. Today, I'm using this outdated phraseology to describe the status of porn star turned entrepreneur pornographer Robby Mendez. You know Robby from his association with RawStrokes, where he superby played the role of submissive Latino sex toy for a series of megahung, aggressive black tops. That was the formula: LA barrio boy gets stuffed by big black banana dicks. Robby is short with a thin build and a buzzcut, a flaco and we didn't see much emotion coming out of him, but there wasn't a big cock that he couldn't take, and he was fed a steady diet of massive ebony love, to be sure. Robby is definitely a member of my own personal Bareback Bottom Hall of Fame. Robby has launched his own website with blog, calendar, videos and some free teaser video previews of sex parties he's hosted at this home in Los Angeles. I advise you to check it out and you'll see what a charmer Robby actually is; a revelation apart from his subdued performances documented by Rawstrokes. Robby's promoting his parties through barebackrt's party listings, and there's one scheduled for this Saturday. And if the past is any clue, there will be a couple of live sex shows featuring Robby and featured guest tops. These parties are open to barebackrt correspondents, but he says nobody under 21 or over 42 years old. Such a weird cut off date, Robby, but it is your wonderful world and you're entitled to design it the way you want. Hung tops and sizzling bottom bois of a certain age, like me, will have to content ourselves with joining the website and watching the action from our laptops. Trust me, Robby, you are making a mistake!! Anyway, some of his website is free, including his bi-lingual comments on contemporary sex culture, so enjoy Robby in any way you can. That's wonderful, for a start. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I was on the road, which is where I am apt to be - a road warrior. It was West Coast time, but my body remained on Eastern Standard Time - or was it Daylight? Either way, it was 4am and I was awake, but too lazy to start working, so I lay in bed and reached for my iPhone. Grindr, Manhunt, Growlr and Adam4Adam produced nothing. Now mind you, it's 4a and I'm suspect of guys who are up this early - or still up from last night - but even here there were not many. I did find a few more on Scruff - in particular a guy who was 5'10", 185, short brown hair, clean shaven and 40. He was looking for no strings - and I'm all about zero strings. Our conversation went back and forth. I was pretty up front about what I was looking for. He seemed into it. But then he started asking about my cock and to see pictures of it. This doesn't sound like a guy who wants to feed me his. And then he wanted me to call him - and talk. I didn't want it to be a verbal session so he could jack off at home. I didn't want to be a phone sex line. Finally he agreed to come over. I told him my room number and said the door would be unlocked, just push in. He did just that. The sun was not yet up and very little light in the room. He dropped his pants and walked up to the left side of the bed where I was laying. His 7" was hard and ready to go. It went in my mouth. Since I was laying in bed, right on the edge, he walked up and his cock was at mouth height. It slipped in. I took it deeper. All the way, actually. He groaned, possibly loud enough for neighbors to hear, if there were any around. I love when a cock feels natural in my mouth. Often they do, but there are some that don't. This was made for my mouth and my throat. It felt it too - as it plunged deeper, then out, then in again. Yes, this was not to be a passive blowjob. The cock, and body attached to it, were going to be an active participant. In and out, in and out - all the while me using my lips, my tongue and throat in unison and separate motions to stimulate this great dick. I was rewarded with moans and dirty talk of both my ability and of me being a big enough of a slut to leave my door open for a stranger. At one point, he leaned over the bed and engulfed my cock. He had a nice mouth - and he was no stranger to sucking. But that was not what I was there for, and he soon came up and checked his watch. I know he had to go to work. I went back to work on his cock in earnest. My mouth met his dick as often as his bush met my lips. We found the timing, we found the pace. He asked if I wanted it. "It" being the load, I assume. I always want the load, even in bad sessions. He didn't really wait for me to answer as he let forth a river of seed that fell into my mouth. I was still somewhat on my back, I opened my mouth for him to see it go into me.....the white just hanging there on my tongue as some of it slowly slid back past my tonsils. Of course, all of it made it there shortly thereafter, but now and again a feeder likes to see his own babies before they disappear. He left one drop on the outer edge of my lip - I made sure he saw I had taken care of it. With my tongue extended, I reached the droplet, curled the end of my tongue and brought it back to my mouth to go with the rest of his load. He took a towel and dried off his meat and was on his way. ....then I started mine. After I jacked off, that is. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I blew a giant load all over, and a little bit in, a tall, slender, rather pretty Latino. This is not my usual type although I am increasingly into very thin, tight guys. I hate to think I'm becoming a cliche by becoming an old man with twinkish taste. But mostly I like fucking these guys because I love the feel of that taut, slender waist in my hands while I slide by big fat slab of meat in and out of them-- I only look more hung when my prong is in the hole of a willowy creature than when it's up against my rather stocky body. So that is a beautiful sight and makes me feel a little studly. There is an appeal in contrasts: bulky versus slim, hairy versus smooth, homely versus pretty. I drove over to him-- he lives on a very quaint little street in Clinton Hill whose brownstones are undergoing furious renovation and there were construction workers everywhere. He met me in a dark foyer behind the basement entrance of one of them, and it was very dark. I could see enough to tell it was him, but he dove right in to me for the kiss and I was a little taken aback; these kinds of meetings usually creep me out cuz I feel like it's going to be some kind of diseased crypt keeper instead of the healthy pretty thing I saw online. But his little hard body felt so good in my hands, and he kissed very sensually, so I let it go a bit. Then I asked whether we were going to do this in the hall, and he led me upstairs to his art studio, where sumptuous beauty awaited. The first thing I was struck by was a bunch of giant paintings covering every wall; portraits of handsome women and very good-looking men in classical poses, clothed in luminous silk cloths painted in a style a lot like Ingres, though the brushwork was a lot looser and fuzzier. From a distance they resolved into very crisp portraits, close to photographic. They were nowhere near as cheesy as they could have been, which sounds like a dig but is not; they were fantastic. He kept going on about how cold the room was, smoked a bowl of pot really quick, and asked if I wanted any (I did not, thank you). Though the complaining about the cold made me think maybe he was tweaking. If he was, he was acting unusually normal. We made out some more and then he sank down onto a daybed loaded with pillows and covers and pulled out my meat and sucked on it with that languid hunger than stoned guys have, and which I love. For a while I stood with just my dick exposed, watching him enjoy me, and then I pulled down my pants and he popped open my shirt and I sank down into the daybed with him. We pulled off his clothes and he curled around me and kept slowly sucking down my meat while I equally slowly ran my hands all over his tight, long curves. He was in pothead heaven, I could tell, with the way I was touching and feeding him. And maybe he *was* tweaking as well, since his dick stayed soft and felt rather cold, like his ears. But he was treating me just right and seemed to be having an awfully good time. Go try to understand a bottom. He turned around and hunched down on all fours, to expose a long back swaying down towards his ass. His legs were very thin but he had that amazing waist and V-shape that make my nuts tingle. I put my big hairy body behind his, and let my hard-on angle up between his cheeks and slide up between his balls; just that movement made him gasp and reach up to press his hand against my bone, and press it up against that ultrasensitive skin between his legs. While he gently cradled my battering ram like this, I held my hairy torso against his smooth back and ran my hands up and down the front of his body, feeling his elegant shape from firm pecs down to trimmed pubes against a hard belly. His head lolled against my neck and he moaned and moaned. I pushed him forward a bit and slid back to eat his ass, which was actually disappointingly scrawny; it was not much to feast on. But it made him hungry for my tool; as I pushed my face into him from behind, he reached far back to stroke the head of my dick. I took this to mean he needed me inside him now. So I leaned back a bit, slicked up with a little spit, tapped against his hole, and barely pushed, signaling that it was time to fuck, but he was to take me inside him himself, at his own rate. He got my meaning instantly and complied, leaning back almost imperceptively so that my prick sank into him millimeter by millimeter. The outside of his hole was squeaky and dry from being cleaned out, and I thought, oh no. I saw a bottle of lube on the edge of the daybed. Handy... but not needed. Once I felt the fat ridge of my dickhead slide past his tight ring, I felt a blooming wet silkiness deeper inside him. My shaft began to slide with no effort at all, and I felt my dick grow warmer and warmer as it snaked its way inside him. By the time my balls were hanging on the hairy skin behind his balls, I felt that my dick was in a paradise of heat and silk. It almost tugged at the cum in my balls like the moon tugs on the sea; I would not have been surprised if I did not come in a salty, involuntary tide just from the pleasure of being so beautifully sheathed in his body. But I didn't. We both exclaimed at how good that felt. "Still not all the way in, still not all of your dick in me," he said, and I pushed my hips into him hard, pulling his shoulders back, and straining the muscle between my legs to make my dick probe as deeply into him as my flesh would allow. He gasped and turned back to look at me. And I slowly bucked my hips to make every inch of my bone slide in and out of him, in fluid, unrushed movements. On the out stroke I pulled out far enough to feel his hole close around the bulbous flesh just at then end of my dickhead, his asshole just kissing my cumhole with warmth and slickness. And then I would push it back in. He wanted to see me. He managed to turn over, with those long legs nimbly pushing him around, keeping my dick inside him the whole way. And once he was on his back, I held his legs to either side, and kissed him, and pushed into him deep again. And we fucked and fucked, the steady, hot gaze of his yellow-green eyes never closing or wavering from my face even once. He watched me fuck him long and deep as time slipped away. Whether I hiked up his ass from below, or put all my weight on his shoulders and plowed, or hooked his legs over my elbows to drill up against his gland, or humped against him furiously, each time he just said "Use me however you want," or "Put my body however makes you feel best," or "Do whatever you want to feel good in me." And so I did. And it felt so good that I felt myself cum in him a little bit. But I just rested and recovered and it only made my strokes more liquid and smooth. Which only made me want to cum more. We'd only talked about him swallowing my cum. I try not to cum in guys unless they explicitly ask for it. But I was having trouble controlling myself. Another small ooze went into him; I felt it clearly. So I pulled all the way out, and slid back in, and more fucking, all the way out, all the way in. And then it was not just gonna be an ooze, it was gonna be a rush. My body suddenly felt high. It was an intense orgasm. I pulled out and splatted huge jets of cum against his wide, thin chest. He exclaimed at the load, and pulled his legs back, exposing his hole. "Back inside?" I managed to somehow grunt out as my head was spinning in manly bliss. He stared at me with naked hunger, and I gripped my tool, braced for the scream of oversensitivity I knew was coming, and pushed in. It was too much sensation until I again had all my inches in that warm space, and then it was melting bliss, and I fucked the rest of my orgasm out... and kept ramming because he felt so beautiful inside. "This is just like in the movies!" he was saying rather inanely. "I think... can cum again..." I muttered, equally inanely, and pounded and pounded myself into him until I felt myself fall over another little precipice of pleasure and spurt out a few more drops of my fuckjuice. We stared at each other as I slowly moved my wet dick around inside him. "So good! So good!" he said. I pulled out slowly and ran my finger around his hole. "What a mess!" he said with wonder, and ran his own finger around it. "Just like in those movies!" I stroked his legs and body some more while asking about his paintings. He was not very eloquent-- could have been the pot, or could have been just his artist's nonverbal head. But I told him I liked the style and the choice of models. I took a shower and he led me downstairs, still naked but no longer slathered with my wad. He told me to keep in touch. I might consider fucking him again and planting my goo inside him deep next time since he doesn't seem shy about that after all. And I'll have to try to last longer. We had barely been at it 40 minutes; a hole like that was made for marathon fucking. I feel so good now. His body was so beautifully silky inside, and he gave it to me so freely and openly. It's good to be a top. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got some seriously vigorous service from a big lumbering guy with a very stocky frame-- not my usual type at all, even for sucking, but his face was extreeeemely handsome in his pictures on Manhunt, and I'm a pushover for a handsome man. He was behaving shyly enough that I wondered if the pictures were really him. Even his profile is a little defensive about his build. It was the kind of morning where I was suddenly getting offers from all sides, rare for a Saturday, but Beautiful Lummox and I had exchanged some witty emails yesterday and he was very enthusiastic about sucking a big load out of me, so I felt I had to give him his chance. But as the morning wore on, and he had more and more delays before he could come, I started wondering if I was setting myself up for a huge disappointment-- if he didn't look like those pictures, it would have been a waste saving myeslf for him. He showed up looking exactly like the pictures, but he is a big man, for sure-- maybe 6'1, very broad, carrying a good bit of extra weight on his linebacker build. He was extremely nervous, and after drinking the water I gave him, he eyed my liquor shelf and asked for something harder. "It's been a long time since I met anyone," he said sheepishly, and asked for a very fancy liqueur which happens to be my favorite too, in a candle-lit lounge after a show, but which would have been a completely ridiculous pre-blowjob apertif. So I suggested Wild Turkey and he said OK, and slammed that down. And then asked where we were going to do this, as if I were a wild west doctor about to cut a bullet out of his arm. I led him back to the bedroom and he basically sucked the living hell out of my dick. What he lacked in confidence about his body, he seemed to have in spades for his cocksucking ability. He was a great kisser and it was a thrill to kiss him-- dark brown hair cut short to his scalp, nice beard, very straight protrusive nose (my favorite), silky lips, very nicely shaped and placed ears. Thick, thick muscular neck. As I felt him up and down, I thought, this guy is just way too big for me-- but I also noticed his arms and shoulders were actually absolutely humongous and very hard. That's another turnon. So I pushed him to his knees and whipped out my only slowly engorging dick, and he hot it steely firm in no time with expert ability. We moved to the bed and he was a little rough and overenthusiastic-- I had to keep calming him down-- but he was making me feel pretty fucking nice. His hands were big and meaty (another turnon for me) and when I touched them or held them he went pretty crazy on my tool. My dick looked fantastic in that handsome mouth. I grabbed his chest and he actually had massive hard meaty pecs, covered with some padding, and hard nips I could really feel though his sweater. But when I reached down to pull of his pants, he looked me in the eye, and said, "My clothes have to stay on." I asked him why without thinking, and he said, "I'm still not confident. I've had some bad experiences. Like last night." This was kind of a downer; at this point I really wanted to feel his muscle through his skin, rather than his clothes. I told him ok, ok, probably not very convincingly, and my dick deflated a little. I was taken aback and felt the need for another level here, another sensation. But it was blocked, so all I had was his handsome face and his bulk against me. We made out fiercely while I fisted my dick back to complete hardness. And then I told him to lay flat on his belly between my legs; up till now he'd been on his side with my leg between his, pressed against what felt like a ridiculously fat, hard bone of a dick in his pants. He complied; this position emphasized how wide his shoulders were and how freakin huge his guns were. Then I told him to open his legs a little, and he again complied, slowly, as if he felt foolish. But in that position, with legs splayed, ass in the air a bit, and wide V of his torso spreading up to me, he looked really fuckin nice... enough to get me on the edge and keep me there. When I told him how close he was, and how I needed him to go slow, it was like all he could do to contain himself-- he was practically vibrating with desire and broke out into a sweat all over his body. I put my hands down the back of his shirt to feel his muscles through smooth skin, feel it slide over his collarbone and shoulder blades, and the sudden, peephole intimacy of that little bit of skin-to-skin contact made me shoot instantly down his throat. He gulped me hard and greedy, and I kept having to tell him to slow down, it was too much, my dick was too sensitive, but he kept it up until I just pushed his face off my tool and held it gently in my hands, safe from his voracious mouth. He asked if I was satisfied and of course I was. We talked a bit about what had happened the night before-- apparently he used to have a great body, but gained a lot of weight when he was living a sedentary life in another state for a few years. He ran into an ex boyfriend on the street who gave him hell about how much weight he'd gained, in front of another person, at length. I felt bad for him; that's very ass. Though I can totally see that if he lost about 40 pounds he would be hot enough not to have to suck off dudes like me! He'd be beautiful indeed, then. After we got out of bed he wanted another shot of whiskey, and we chatted a bit about my apartment, his life in Europe for a few years, things like that. I was warming to the Europe-vs-America topic and enjoying the conversation a lot, but he suddenly said, "Well, I don't want to talk your ear off," and then made motions about leaving. Again taken somewhat aback, I wondered what was up there; the conversation had been lively and perfectly normal up till then. He took a leak, asked me about three times if we could get together again while he put on his jacket, and left, thanking me for the semen breakfast. Not sure how I feel about this one. My own body is far from ideal-- it's pretty fuckin schlubby-- so it actually spotlights my own insecurity in a way to have him behave this way. With hot guys totally out of my league, I swagger my way through it with my pure, genuine, and undeniable love of sex, beautiful men, and pleasure. I can forget about it when it's just me. But when it's two of us, it's a damper. If we don't get together again, I hope he somehow understands that it's mostly because I'm a big dirty whore, and not because he doesn't look good (he could work it if he wanted to). I'd hate to add to his insecurity. But there are so many places I still have to stick my dick. So many mouths and asses. It's a beautiful sunny afternoon and I'm going to go out, unburdened of my milky, heavy load, and enjoy myself. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here My Thursday (Lights Out Party) at the Berkeley Steamworks got off to a slow start but that was because I got there early to improve my chances of getting a room without having to wait. I was successful in this, and then I had some bizarre encounters before the big event unfolded much later. First off I got fucked by a daddy who never really got all that hard or that big but somehow he managed to get it in and I did my best to clutch my butt muscles around a spongey smidge that never really felt like a dick. He didn't move much; he mostly pushed, but it was like pushing a tiny chunk of banana against a hard surface..squishy. But...I got a cumload out of him...I really worked for that load by doing the ultimate buttwall massage. The next top simply lay on my back and moved around, snarling and growling, grabbing my neck and moving my head about. Thing was, I couldn't feel a dick at all, not even a bump. I thought for a moment I might be getting worked over by the famous Joe Mangina. Then I thought this must be the way he gets off...he must just squirm around to get off. But he didn't get off. I put up with this bullshit for about 10 minutes and then said I had to pee. The next top was hot and heavy until I opened a bottle of poppers. He said he was allergic to poppers and beat a hasty retreat. Then I got a deep load from a dick that looked like a big ole bratwurst that the top knew how to work nicely...this guy plunged as deep as he could, held his dick for a second, then unloaded a big load really deep in my ass. This was an East Indian guy with Caucasian features and skin the color of rich dark chocolate. The door was open, and we had roused a crowd, and this guy brashly cleared off all the voyeurs. I mean, it was Lights Out pitch black so it would have been hard to see anything. I spent this next hour trying to push that load out, but I'm still learning how to do this. I think I'm developing a rosebud after all these thousands of dicks, but I still haven't managed to push out all the loads that might be in my ass. All I get is a bullet haze of loud farts. Finally, a shadowy number came in and started to feel me up...as I'm in my usual bath house pose: flat on my belly. With my hand I can feel from his muscle tone that he's an older daddy, but it's a great worked out bod, his calves are beautifully muscled. And there's a massive rod here and if he slips on a condom, I ain't comin' back here anymore. He doesn't put on a condom. He just pushes his rock hard cock into my well-fucked ass with one big thrust. He stuffs his long straight dick into my deep hole to the hilt. And I get a really good workout. His style is to plunge and hold, retreat completely out of my ass, and then plunge and hold again. He never uses his hands. And he doesn't really slam, he more like steers that big old manmeat, hits the wall and then puts out more pressure. But he had dug so deep that he unleashed the cum from 2 loads that had lodged in my innermost depths. And with his plunge and retreat style, every time he withdrew, there was a juicy, gummy gush of seed with buttfarts and this was too much for this dad. His dick stayed rock hard throughout. He liked to tickle my buttlips with his ramrod, teasing my hole before poising his pole on my holetrap before shoving it back in going all the way to the bottom of that cum reservoir, then pulling out, more dripping cum, more juicy farts. I'm a bitch with cum fever, a crazy bitch with poppers up my nose, fat dick up my ass, cum, squish, grunt, fart...tribal beats, pitch black, this place could be burning in a raging fire, and I wouldn't give a good goddamn. Man, I'm going to die! This man is a great fuck but he wants a deeper probe he can get with me in missionary. He gets me on my back, and we make eye to eye contact and...wow!!...this is the same daddy who closed an exceptional night a couple of years ago when I got fucked by four massive dicks one right after the other. This is a reunion that might change things for me...I hope so. We exchanged phone numbers after meeting years ago...he called me but I was at Home Depot at the time...I waited too long to call him back...it would have been embarrassing because I waited too goddamned long...then I got a new cellphone and all my old contacts were lost. I think God meant this to happen...yeah, I believe in God (and guardian angels) when it suits me. Anyway, I was so happy and he so was happy that we didn't care about fucking anymore, that's how great this was. More about this later, if you guys can stand it. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Commando at work again. And horny. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... A buddy I haven’t seen in 6 months came by tonight, and Damn does he know how to fuck! He’s about my age, maybe 5’6”, tight little body, and a big ol’ veiny 8 inch cock. And he’s rough Dom top. Basically he attacks me the moment he arrives, and doesn’t let up until his spent dick slides out of my ass. I wish he kissed better, as he attacks my face with his tongue and teeth. It’s a bit rough. But he also attacks sucking my cock with that same tongue and gusto, and it’s freakin awesome. And then he goes for my asshole! Fuck, I think his tongue worked all the way up to my spleen and he sucked and chewed my butthole until I couldn’t remember name. It was incredible. And then we fucked. He slid that big cock of his into me, and after 5 minutes I’m humping back onto his dick like my life depended on it. He smacks my ass and commands me to work his dick. To make my ass tight for him. He’s so big he sneaks into my colon. Which is where he eventually dumps his load. But he continues to fuck me afterwards, so I can get every drop. He stays hard and my ass feels so sloppy while he continues to piston into me. He finally pulled out and half his load ran out of my ass, down my balls and onto my sheets. One more smack of my ass and he’s getting dressed and out the door. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... T-minus 2.5 hours til this cock is nailing my hole. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today was my birthday, but I woke up feeling extremely cranky and depressed and could not shake the feeling; it was also a gray, chilly day without any charm. I barely wanted to crawl out of bed, and when I did, a huge list of urgent issues needing to be taken care of awaited me in my work inbox. I heaved a big sigh and dove into it. I got a few happy birthday calls from family and friends, which was nice, but I was too busy to even talk to them for very long. By mid-afternoon things were slowing down but I could not shake my foul mood. And then Tireless Cocksucking Boy appeared, to give me the birthday present I needed, and saved the day! He's actually been after me at least every two or three weeks since he sucked out everything my nuts had to offer back in September, and despite his impressive abilities I didn't really think I'd hook up with him again. But this time I thought he'd be just the ticket to lift my funk. Gratifyingly, when I told him he could come suck my dick, he was out the door within five minutes-- I do like being liked, and I do like a cocksucker who doesn't dally but comes right to my aid when summoned. When he showed up he was looking cuter than I remembered, so I groped his body a little and said, "Let's just get to it, OK?" and he laughed and said he was fine with that, so we went immediately to the bedroom. He seemed more into kissing this time, so my dick grew into a heavy lump in my shorts right away, and he massaged it through the heavy jersey fabric to make it even fatter and heavier. I pulled my shorts down and it sprung free and he looked down at it reverently and stroked it up and down with the perfect touch and pressure. I pushed on his shoulders and he went right to his knees and sucked me into a full throbbing hard-on. It felt cold in the bedroom so I took leave to turn up the heat, and when I came back I hopped on the bed, spread my legs so my fat dick hung down between them, and he assumed that peculiar praying posture he seems to fetishize between me thighs. And he proceeded to basically suck my fucking brains out. Within 5 minutes I was dizzy with pleasure and fucking my stick into his mouth. His arms and shoulders felt thicker and more muscular than I remembered-- he was fully clothed and I was naked except for a t-shirt, but I groped him through his shirt. Then I unbuttoned it so I could reach inside and stroke his smooth, young skin. Things were heating up. I pulled the shirt off him and watched him suck me shirtless with his legs cased in his jeans and socks. Something about this was extremely hot. My dick was hard as a rock. He was much, much more willing to make out with me this time, very intensely, and this made me get up, rip off his pants, flip him over, and hump his dewy young body. He held our dicks together while I rammed my hips into his, and oozed clear, slick precum all over my dick as I fucked his in his hand. Very exciting; I came close to cumming over and over. Then I fucked his mouth, pushing my dickhead well into his throat-- I feel like I felt the ridge of my dickhead popping in and out of his gullet past the palate, and the flicking sensation made me want to cum over and over and over. I don't know how he didn't gag from this. I began to sweat with pleasure. Then I laid back again and he brought me to the edge and kept me there. It was agony not cumming but it was my birthday, dammit-- I wanted my mind completely erased. I looked at the clock; we'd been at it for about 40 minutes. I wondered if I could linger on the edge like that for another 15. I laid back, wrapped my legs around his back, and let him work my prong skillfully. I was dying to cum but not letting myself. I looked at the clock: five minutes had somehow slipped away in that hot mist of proto-orgasm. I sank back into the pillows, grabbed his hair, and pushed his head down so he enveloped my whole tool. He greedily tongued the whole length of me, over and over, not letting up. My vision turned fuzzy and gray and my heart was in my throat. I looked at the clock again; another five minutes was gone. Ten minutes on the edge! I wanted more, but I foolishly fucked up into his mouth and found myself unable to control myself any longer after just a few thrusts. He felt the cum spurt and became very greedy and aggressive; I had to push his head down and hold it steady so he was not putting too much intense pressure on my dickhead. I shot into him over and over and it began to seep out the side of his lips because he could not swallow it fast enough. He pulled off me, licked up what he had let run out, and put me back in his mouth. He sucked me for another minute or too, face full of bliss. I felt like I was going to pass out. I had heard my cell phone ding while he was sucking me soft, and I said quietly, "I'm going to have to go see what that was, it might be work." He nodded and sat up, and I tried to stand, feeling very unsteady on my feet. I don't know if this is typical but being edged for any serious amount of time leaves me completely depleted and barely able to coordinate my movements. The text was a guy on the upper west side who normally tops but wants me to fuck my load into him, saying "hey papo". When it rains it pours! I told him maybe I'd fuck him tomorrow. I came back to the bedroom and collapsed back on the bed. Cocksucking Boy was putting his clothes on, quiet as a mouse. "God, I wish I could just go to sleep," I said, and I meant it. He was very awkward and shy, like before, but accepted my offer of a glass of water. I managed to stumble to the kitchen to get it for him, and he gulped it down, and tanked me for the dick, saying it was fun. Afterward I felt light as a feather and more like myself again. Sex is a fantastic gift. Thank God for the selfless cocksuckers of the world. Happy birthday to me! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I had a little downtime in Palm Springs and hit the best gay emporium in town, Q Traders, for some old school dvd rentals. They have a 3 for the price of 2 deal, and the rental is good for 2 nights, so that's where I go when in the desert. Amazingly, they offered 'Ass Wreckers of the Congo,' a recent video from the iconoclastic Knightbreeders, based in the condom-loving, bareback-hating San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles. Knightbreeders has run the gamut of sleazy thematics...ah let's see, they've covered sex cults, *****ism, Roman Catholic imagery, vampires, gas masks, clowns, trailer trash and Caligula...that's quite a playbook. Most of the action is filmed in the same set on sofa, chair and floor in spectacularly tacky fashion, and it's the best, sloppiest, cum-drenched sex in LA. But now we travel to Africa-in-the-San Fernando Valley with drum beats, ritual chants, jungle birds screeching, lions growling and four mega-hung black tops that drill Damien Silver's expressive asshole from hell to eternity. This is one hot video with great angles, good clarity, and the trashy toilet talk that Damien Silver does better than anybody else. But once again, it's all about Damien's hole, the best in the business and you get great closeups of those well-exercised, gripping, quivering buttlips wrapped around pounding black cock. Damien likes his black dick, and he's hosted some big names...Chase Coxx, Buster Sly, the incomparable Michael Rome, but these guys in 'Congo' are all new to me, and we hope to see more of them. I know we're all buying fewer dvds these days, but you might want this one for your collection. Raw Fuck Club has the best website around, with great video streams, a good selection and the hottest models. The biohazard logo says it all. But...I really didn't care that much for 'Real Pump & Dumps of Los Angeles,' a follow up to the New York pump & dump video that was one of the best of its year. There are some interesting things, though. Danny Lopez fans, take note: Danny's here with a full head of hair, but he isn't shot from the best angles this time, and Jay Hernandez closes the vid with his scene, which isn't all that great (it could never be bad, but we've been spoiled by some great videos), but we'd like to see more of him (he's also in 'Power Studs' which I haven't seen). So, if you're into hot muscular Latino bottoms getting pumped, you can't do better than Danny Lopez and Jay Hernandez in one video, and this production might do it for you. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here It can be embarrassing if you are one of five bottoms, butt up on the mattress in a sex garage, and you are the only one of the five who's not getting fucked. Well, that does happen, assuming you are like me and spend a lot of time at sex parties. This party during Palm Springs Leather Pride (going on right now) actually has three mattresses scattered throughout the play space, but the area near the entry is the most active, and though this space is the smallest of the three, it is also the darkest and by extension, the sexiest. The mattress can accommodate four bottoms fairly well, but for most of last night, there were five, sometimes six, positioned butt up, ready to take any of the tops that crowded around, an ever changing cast from the moment the party started, around 8 p.m. That's a pretty early hour for me since it pushes the prep time into the late afternoon. I usually check in around 9:30 but I decided that was way too late, so this time I was there right at 8. And man, the action starts right away, no shrinking violets here, no posing, no attitude...these guys are here to fuck!! That mattress was crowded for the next 4 hours, for only around midnight, did the action diminish. I described my fellow bottoms as 'power bottoms' because we were ready for every swinging dick that wanted a piece. No dick was refused, needless to say no load was refused, and the cum that wasn't discharged into a hot ass, was flying on our backs, and we would wipe it up and put it into our asses, or what I like to do, is put that cum into the ass of the bottom next to me. There's no territorial competition among these power bottoms...we all know we're all going to get fucked good, so no one hogs the mattress, splayed out taking up all the space the way that a queen, who doesn't get around much, would do. It couldn't be hotter with bottoms kissing each other as they're getting plowed, passing poppers around, and even grabbing a dick and putting into another bottom's ass. Especially if that dick had just been up your ass. It's the best way to get another bottom's DNA into your own gut. These pigs were totally greedy. There was no wimpering, no screaming, and NO talking...these bitches were in control. And the tops just kept coming, and cumming...and coming back for more. It was like that for four fuckin' hours. I had three good runs over the night...each session on the mattress good for about 45 minutes, and then I'd take a break for a beer and relax my back, which would get sore from being arched for so long. I got fucked by about 20 guys, excluding the repeats, and took 4 loads. Three loads were in succession. The first blast came after the top really worked my butt for a good 10 minutes, a relentless fuck ending with a manly orgasmic moan. Well, all the tops crowding the mattress were really into sloppy seconds, and the next dick was up my ass within 10 seconds. This guy came really fast, as I think he'd been jacking off to the first top's fucking. He was nice, trim fuck. The next top slipped it into my cum-lubed asshole and he was a furious fucker with quick, jabbing strokes. But it took him a while to cum, and he was really working hard, and I realized I was slipping off the mattress...it's slick because it's covered with a black vinyl cover...the easier to wipe the cum off. Anyway, I'm sliding, moving off the mattress, and this guy is digging deep, and I'm thinking to myself, 'Bitch, don't you fuck it up for this guy...you hold firm and don't go off the bed. He is the top and he will be served!' And we kept up with him, and the dude came deep in my ass. At the party, a well-known escort from SF shared time on the mattress and was fucked beautifully by an assortment of tops, finally taking a big load from a leatherman in chaps. You have to subscribe to the website to see his videos on Rentmen. Yeah, well, maybe later. I just saw it in person...and it was hot. The best thing about a no-attitude party is that everybody gets fucked, and in the best type of party every top fucks every bottom. That's pretty much how it was. There were a couple of disappointments, though. I saw among the RSVPs, a couple of fuckbud tops...one of whom is maybe the best top who ever fucked me...but neither one showed. And the sexy black leatherman in a harness turned out to be a bottom. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... After the gym yesterday, a muscle daddy from San Diego was staying at the Sunset Dunes, and was going to spend the day taking loads, I went over, we made out and I put him on all fours, eating up his tasty muscle butt. I spit on his hole, put him on his stomach and slid my raw cock into his ass. I grabbed his furry butt, slapping it as i fucked his hole, he was getting real wet as i fucked him, and i felt his hol relax and open around my dick. I pounded his hot daddy ass for a while, then i pulled out, his hole slick with ass juices that leaked down his balls, he quickly turned around and cleaned my dick off, then i lay back as he licked and sucked on my balls. He worked his tongue all over my sack, slurping and getting my nuts wet and warm, then he licked lower, it was very clear that he wanted to eat my hole. I flipped over, and he moaned as he looked at my furry ass, then he sniffed my crack, i told him i was fresh from the gym, he licks his chops and dove into my hole, licking and tongue fucking my ass. Felt amazing, after that I flipped him over, and fucked a load into his hot and hungry butt. Later that night, I got a text that a very sexy black/creole/ mixed boy was going to be taking loads in hollywood, I went to his motel around midnight, his big bubbled jockstrapped ass was in the air, I dove in and ate his cummy hole, he whimpered as i fleched out the anon cum that he had collected. I slid my dick inside of him and pounded him hard, doggy style, nailing his hole and spanking his ass. It didnt take me long, being in such a cumfilled bubble butt to bust another load up his wet and bubbly ass. I left, and went home, very sexually satisfied that day. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked my cum into a guy who was laughably unlike his picture/profile. In the profile he was a 5'11, tightly muscular, very Sicilian-looking guido type, with a very shapely little body, all torso and shoulders and protrusive nipples. He looked and acted pretty fuckin dumb online, but the overall effect was turning me on. My boss was out today and there wasn't a lot to do, so I had gorged myself on porn and wasted a bunch of time talking to a 22 year old with a heartbreaking pair of buttocks on Grindr-- I think I looked at the picture he sent me about 59 times with my dick getting harder and harder each time-- who in the end was the kind of Manhattanite who would not come into Brooklyn on principle, even though he was exactly one subway stop from me. I pretty much sent myself into a horny spiral after this and felt a deep, mindless need to just rut my brains out. The Supposed Guido came along just in time, so I ran up to Hell's Kitchen to plow him. "Get that ass minty fresh for me," I texted him as I was leaving for the subway. "I'm gonna eat it till yer crosseyed." One the way up beautiful, bountiful man-ass seemed to be everywhere, taunting me with its closeness but its inaccessibility. I get so fuckin horny in the fall, it's crazy. The train ride was mercifully fast. He was in a part of Hells Kitchen that was not too far from the subway. Things were looking up. And then he opened the door. It was a joke. He looked absolutely nothing like the picture; he didn't even look Italian to me, despite that being the main part of his screen name on BBRTS. He was not 5'11-- he was more like 6'3, I'd say, if not a little taller, even. His body was reasonably tight but not what I'd call muscular, and certainly not shaped like the guido in the picture; he was pretty white-boy, straight-up-and-down with tiny flat pink nipples. He opened the door wearing a jockstrap (ugh, enough with the jockstraps) and a wifebeater and a baseball cap. He had a soul patch and looked like a complete stoner. My heart sank. But then he turned around to lead me into his little studio, and I got a look at the ass. Holy fuck, the ass. The motherfucking ass. Taught, high, round, completely hairless and white, meaty, ample, beckoning ass cheeks, all for me! Suddenly nothing else mattered. He muttered something stonery and went over to his TV and bent over a bit to fiddle with putting on porn I had no interest in and never looked at. I wasn't going to waste any time, but just dove right in-- I still had my shoes and clothes on, but pulled of my jacket, threw aside my cap, and whipped off my watch, and knelt down behind him and rubbed my face over his right cheek. That amazing sensation, that world of globular flesh. I bit into the plumpest part a little and slowly shook my head back and forth with it in my teeth. He stayed bent over and made a small noise, but then planted his feet a little more sturdily apart, and just let me do my thing. And I was all over this fucking ass. When I was going through puberty, and beating off to underwear ads in my mother's People Magazine, I had no interest in men's asses. I was all about the bulge, mesmerized by the bulge. In the late 70s there was a sort of "buns" mania thing going on, where women were always talking about men's buns buns buns, and I thought it was idiotic. Well into my teenage years I was perplexed at what appeal there was to that part of a guy's body. I endlessly fantasized about dick. I still love looking at dick, of course-- there is nothing more beautiful in this world than a beautiful dick. But an ass is another thing. A beautiful ass now has an electric hold on me; I have actually trained myself to the point that I can tell from the fit of a guy's pants in front, as he walks toward me in the street, how well I'm going to be rewarded if I turn around to look at him going. The anticipation, when I see that particular fit, is exciting out of all proportion, and when I turn around and see the back of his pants filled out in that majestic, masculine way, it's like half my brain shuts off in rapt admiration. Back to the studio with the Supposed Guido. I pulled my dick out of my fly to stroke myself, and just ate and ate and ate, licking greedily at his hole, his taint, his fuzzy thick balls. His dick was completely flaccid and very small in the jock. I pulled it out anyway and tugged on it while I worked over his mighty globes. His legs were actually pretty muscular, roughly hairy unlike the rest of him, and hard as marble. The contrast between these hard hairy legs and his supple, giving, supernaturally smooth assmeat was an intense turn-on, and I gripped his hard calves firmly and stroked them up and down. Then I tugged his dick some more. He was definitely a grower. As I worked my tongue up his rear all up and down and in and out, he thickened and grew into an extremely thrilling, superfat, mushroom-crowned and mouth-watering choad. Feeling a man get hard in my hand from what I do to his ass never fails to make me hard as a rock myself, and his growing dick was so meaty and smooth and beautifully shaped that I had to put it in my mouth. With him still bent over the TV I alternated sucking his fat dickhead, sucking his balls into my mouth, and sucking his big buttocks into my mouth. Up and down, over and over. Then I led him over to the bed, had him get on all fours, and prepped him for my dick, pushing my tongue into him as deep as I could. He was pretty supple and accepting there. So I stood up and slid in my bone in one fluid motion that made me feel like I would cum instantly. To avoid getting too excited I just pushed it in as deep as it would go, and pulled his shoulders down so he would be completely impaled on me, and for good measure pushed his goofy stoner face, still wearing that stupid ball cap, into the bedclothes. Which he loved. He pushed his ass back against me, wanting to be full of cock, and hiked his hips up and down so my dick waved back and forth inside him. This was too much for me so I pulled out, crouched down, and put my face back into that gluteal wonderland. And I went back and forth, running my inches into and out of him until I got close, then crouching to eat, and back and forth. Then I rode him high, with my feet on his long calves and my dick fucking straight down into him, and all my weight balanced on my hands on his shoulder blades, and he bucked into me wildly, fucking himself with my dick like an inanimate instrument. "That's gonna make me cum," I warned, and he stopped, but it was too late. So I just started pounding him like he obviously wanted, and kept it up all through my liquid eruption, unloading everything I had into him. I kept pounding even after the pulsing was done. He seemed happy. It did not last near long enough, maybe 15, 20 minutes all together. I slapped his ass and laughed and apologized for cumming so fast, and he said "It was good for me." I cleaned up my dick with some very artificial smelling apple hand soap; now my dick smells like a cocktail in a gay bar in 2003. I saw a guitar in the corner and we chatted a bit about playing (I've tried to teach myself but I suck, despite being able to play other things). He was really just not a bright person and has obviously smoked way, way too much pot. He lures guys up with a ridiculous photograph that no one would think was him. But he kept parading around with those shining buttocks out, and all I could think was that I wish my face was still in them. I still do. All worth it for ass! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It's the mobile age, so what was I doing while between cocks at the bookstore? Certainly not watching all the fucking tranny porn they have there. I'd much rather watch straight porn than chicks-with-dicks. I'm not sure who that is appealing to, but it ain't me. No, I was sitting in the booths, but I was on my phone looking for cock. Yes, the irony does not escape me that I was looking for better cock on-line than what was right in front of me - or potentially in front of me. There were a number of people I was 'chatting' with, but two were better. One in theory because he didn't have a picture. He was using a smartphone app without a picture! But he was closer than the other guy. As you might know these apps can tell you they are x distance away. One guy was 16 mi away. Unfortunately it was in the wrong direction, until I realized when you're horny, that doesn't really matter. As I took my last bookstore load, I decided it was time to leave and give this guy a shot. His pic was promising. Goatee, bald, 5'11 and 160.. His cock was 7". I wouldn't have traveled 40 mi for it, but I was already part of the trip in, so I'd go the extra distance and he talked about what a shooter he was. Of course, I always worry about 50 year old men who have a "roommate". If he lived with his partner (he said he was partnered) that is one thing - I can abide with cheating. But for a 50 yo man to need a roommate is just well.......kind of sad. The place was a walk-up duplex. Something I would have lived in as a college student. The guy's picture was way better than the actual thing, including his dick. But fuck, I was there. I got on my knees and he took it out. There is no foreplay when sucking cock like this - no conversation, no kissing, no nipple play. It was on my knees, it was dick in mouth and it was to be over. For all his talk on the phone, he must have been worked up. I can tell you the head I provided lasted no longer than seven minutes - no including walking in and walking out the door. He had a gravely voice so when he encouraged me while I sucked was kind of hot, but kind of not. Maybe I read too much into the rest of the surroundings. The cock was rock hard, so he was good to go and he did have a fucking big if tasteless load. Seven minutes isn't record time - fast or slow - for a blowjob. I was hoping for a little more substance, but I was also happy to get it over with and move on. Like it says, it's a "job". I did my work, I got what I needed, he got what he wanted. I started the car and had six loads in me. Not bad for a Saturday afternoon. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Voters in Los Angeles County, which encompasses the city of Los Angeles, the surrounding suburbs, a few mountain ranges and a vast expanse of upper elevation desert scrub, passed a law that will require the porn industry to use condoms in all future productions. I had reported that this unenforceable law would effect the City of Los Angeles only, suggesting the industry could merely cross the street and relocate to neighboring Burbank. But no, I was wrong: it's the whole county; eventhough there's a quirk in the law that exempts a city or district with its own health department. And there are a few, namely Pasadena, that staid, starchy, stockbroker suburb commonly referred to as Pasadowner and the port city of Long Beach (its raunchy Navy town days are now just a memory), and the industrial warehouse town of Vernon, known as one of the most corrupt cities on the Pacific Slope. But do you know what? Who gives a rat's ass? Pornistas can take their business to escort and margarita-ridden Palm Springs, just 100 miles east in bareback-friendly Riverside County. The boys of the Hot Desert Knights family once ruled that town...Bill and John and Ray, not to mention Cole Tucker, Lance Hancock, Steve Hurley, and many others were all over the place. You couldn't swing a purse without hitting a pornstar. Now you might see Lance on the patio at Wang's-in-the-Desert during the infamous Friday happy hour, but that's about it. LA porn producers should pack up the trailer, get on Interstate 10 and just head out east. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Fuck, I love Ultra Meat! He came over today, a couple of hours after I slipped over the edge from a normal, sexually sated person to completely dismayed at my endlessly swelling nutsack, increasingly full of cum relentlessly pumped out by my mindless balls, every second of every day since I last got off. When I felt my hormones cross that threshold, I texted him to come over and see how many times he could get me off. And it went unanswered for hours, leaving me scrambling for other relief vectors and being prickteased by a very cute little cub in Fort Greene who seemed spooked at my intense insistence on his ability to suck me for as long as I wanted. And just as I was about to give up, the big guy texts back, asking if I'm still free, and I have an hour and so does he, and he comes over dressed in tight blue jeans, a black leather jacket, and a black wool cap pulled down over his brow. His powerful legs stretch the denim in his pants to the point that anyone would look at him and spontaneously think, SEX. Before he was even through the door I had my hand between those thick thighs, groping at his cunt. He bent over to untie his shoes and I stood behind him, admiring the protruding ass and then pulling his hips back to mine. He has an easy, good-humored manner, and he laughed and pushed back into me, and I let go, saying, "Let me let you concentrate on untying your shoes." He laughed again, squatting down this time, flipping his laces all around, saying "I have tied them into knots trying to pull them off too fast." He then stood up to full, majestic height, threw the jacket and skull cap on the couch, and we went back to the bedroom. I brought my face up to his and held it close, without touching, and his breath hissed out with excitement. He brushed his thick lips against mine and then held them a few millimeters apart. I stroked his hard, muscular torso up and down, saying "So fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful," and he said, "I'm so fucking hot for you." I ran my hands up his lats, fingered the deep ridge in his back muscles down to those huge buttocks, then slid my hands over his already hard meat. And he ran his hands over mine, which this slow tease had made harder and harder with each heartbeat; it was now a painful steel rod waiting to spring free. I bit into his neck and his breath trembled, his knees shook. "Please swallow my cum today," I cooed into his ear. He started a little, then weakened. I knew he was still shy about it, despite all his claims he would drink me down. "I'm so hot for your dick, you have the perfect dick, I need your dick," he whispered. "Take it out, man," I whispered back. And he did. That velvety tongue. That suction. That handsome face, slack with the pleasure of worshiping another man's sex, worshiping his own sex, worshiping pleasure itself. His skin is so smooth, his body is so perfect, and all he cares about is making my dick feel good when we are together. An unbelievable gift. My feet were ice-cold but he said, "Put them on me," and I did, wrapping my thighs around his massive torso and putting my feet on the small of his back just above the swelling of his assmeat. Being enveloped in me only made him suck me more intensely, more desperate for the pleasure of contact and penetration. I reared up and he joined me, and we knelt in front of each other, taking turns with one of us holding our dicks together and stroking them as a pair, and the other running his hands over the other's body. "You feel so good," he cooed as I stroked him, and I pushed my mouth against his and we sucked each other's lips as I closed my eyes and just felt the shapes of his muscles mold my sliding hands. He's fucking unbelievable. I pushed him on his back and pressed my body into his, and it was just too much, too much, I hadn't felt that good in so long. I circled one hand under the small of his back and pulled him up to me, grinding my oozing dick against his, and with the free hand reached under and stroked his asshole. "I want inside there," I growled, full of desire. "I want you in me raw," he whimpered, and I believed him but knew he wouldn't go that far. I slid my dick down into the deep cleft of his ample ass and rubbed all over the hole so he could imagine what it would be like to be fucked by me, so close to the real thing. "You would fuck me so good with your raw dick, it would be so good," he whined, slapping his hands behind my neck and pulling my head against his neck while I ground away. "I wish you were my man," he said, almost to himself. "I wish you could fuck me every day." Intense desire and pleasure inside this amazingly formed sensual beast. In the end, I just came all over him again, a huge series of long jets that covered his entire, perfectly muscled torso. He positioned his head under my dick after I was done shooting and licked my cumhole with the most tentative of tiny tongue motions. I stroked his face and neck and smiled indulgently but let him do this for a good while-- for a dick that is typically way oversensitive after cumming like mine, this was actually very nice treatment, but if he wanted to get me off again, he'd have to do a little more than that. Finally I said, "You don't have to, I can tell you're still shy." And he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Shy?" he balked. And he defiantly sucked my whole half-soft, half-hard dick down into his silky mouth, rolling it over his tongue. I asked if he wanted me to clean the cum off his body. He shook his head no. He stroked his thick bone while I fed my rubbery dick to him. Then I lay back and cradled his head on my thigh as he suckled away like a baby for five minutes or so. I occasionally hardened up a bit and every time he felt this it drove him wild. But I knew we had limited time, and most of the hour was up already. I wasn't going to cum again. I put my free thigh along the length of his body, stroking my foot through his rough pubes, getting it slick with my thinning cum. He pulled my foot up to his face and sucked my big toe, and licked the arch of my foot till I started laughing. "I'm too ticklish for that," I said, and he smiled that good-natured, cool smile, and sucked my dick a little more, then grew so excited he suddenly came, sucking away at my meat the entire time. As soon as he shot his last shot, he popped me out and lay there panting. I stroked his chest and heck and head for a long time after that; he seemed to start to fall asleep. Then he woke up with a start and asked what time it was. He had about fifteen minutes to clean up and get home. We chatted a bit about open relationships-- he has a boyfriend too but was not terribly forthcoming about their arrangement. I was frank about mine, saying I was free to do as I like when my partner is too busy to be with me. "Good for me," he said earnestly, as he pulled the skull cap back on and pushed his way out of the apartment. Sometimes it's good to enjoy the same pleasures over and over. As long as they're packaged in a body like Ultra Meat's. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Sorry - after #4, the place just got ugly, save for these two guys who came in I think together. If they did, they split immediately. Both were above average. One I would have love to have made it with (ok, probably both), but he'd look at me with slight interest but keep moving. Adult video arcades are like swimming with sharks, if you stop you die. It's rarely about what is in front of you, but what might be in another row, or another booth. They always hope there is something better. The guy in question was maybe 5'9" dark hair with a little grey. His friend was about the same height with blonde hair and seemed a bit more gym built. Guy #2 never seemed to get off his blackberry, just standing in a corner while his friend made the rounds again and again. Maybe one was the bait or maybe the chaperon. I don't know. Neither seemed interested in me. Though I don't think blonde guy knew I was even there. Then there was a third to the mix - he was a short, muscular, trimmed hair and again, a pair of track pants. At first he seemed more interested in my cock, which is not what I paid a $10 entrance fee for. Still, I let him grab it, I let him see how much it would grow. I felt his cock through his pants, which felt like a solid 6". He wanted to see how hard it would get, but didn't want to suck it. That I don't get. As I reached back for his dick, I felt a hand on my balls. But it was coming from behind. It was not the guy in the bench in front of me. I peered over my shoulder just a bit to see the studly blonde blackberry guy. The guy on the bench took out his dick and I bent over to engulf it. Blond guy kept feeling my nuts and across my taint. He tugged a little on my sac and even reach to feel my stiff rod. When he did that, I sucked the guy beneath me even better. As much as I wanted that cock in my mouth, I wanted the guy behind me to unzip his and slide it up my ass. That was not meant to be. He never exposed himself, he never really played with my ass. And when I positioned myself to make myself "available", I think that was too aggressive for him. As he was getting ready to back off, he heard the other guy - the feeder - tell me to drink it. Just then he shot off a small load in my mouth. Nothing substantial at all. I swallowed. The guy behind me was long gone and the guy on the bench was soon to follow. But it was my fifth load of the day. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here A Canadian jury has found a self-described 'vampire,' in fact, a poz vampire, guilty of sexual assault with intent to kill three men, including a 17-yr. old chicken. The little chicken got fucked and took the vampire's poz load and according to the prosecutors, sero-converted. There are a lot of interesting details related to this story and you can read them for yourself by checking out the Ottawa Citizen's October 31 edition. The Halloween edition (fittingly?), a vampire, a stealth conversion, and assault with a lethal weapon, which is how the Crown's lawyers characterized the vampire's toxic semen. No argument there, I guess. But the 'intent to kill' part is problematic, and I don't enough about the case to judge, but the poz vampire, one Steven Boone, would have to be trolling the dark alleys and bedrooms of Ontario, looking to kill trusting victims by shooting his toxic loads up their asses. There are lots of easier ways to kill somebody, if that's what you want to do...so I suspect there's a poz fetish at play here. This Steven Boone guy might have been just playing out a nasty fantasy, and believe me, his is not that unique. And Steven Boone pitifully declared that he wasn't trying to kill anybody, and actually, I believe him. There are certain aspects to the gay lifestyle which do appear unseemly to clueless straight people, and these aspects must be articulated by defense lawyers to help the jurors understand how much of gay culture is based on fantasy. The trial seemed to dwell on HIV transmission, and a legal quagmire involving condoms and viral loads. Steven Boone's lawyers didn't help his case by trying to characterize him as a victim of society, searching for love in all the wrong places after his own conversion. Hell, if these squareball Canadians only understood how rarely disclosure of status is discussed before engaging in gay sex. In the gay world...it's understood that unprotected sex is risky, period...and we're all adults capable of making intelligent decisions that affect our health and the health of our partners. I even know negatives who lie to get impregnated with poz cum. That's their own little fantasy; what can a hot top do about that? As for the little twinkette he pozzed up, there's no excuse for that bullshit, but the internet report didn't go into that part of the case very much. I hope the kid didn't lie about his age, as it's implied that his sexual encounter was consensual, and I wish the kid all the best as he learns to cope. By the way, the vampire aspect wasn't discussed much in the reporting I read. Blood, I guess, was just a little too 'out there' for the jurists to pursue. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... Second night of trip and am waiting on sixth nutt load to show up. Already have sucked 7 cocks...swallowed 5 loads...been fucked 4 times and gotten 2 loads pumpded deep in my warm guts. HOT! Lots of horny men with full sperm loads needing draining....and I'm just the guy to drain them. There is a knock on the door...the seventh nutt just arrived. More...