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Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Fat uncut fucker that gave me an election night “return”. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got to slip my raw dick in the guy who hoodwinked me into fucking him rubbered up a while back, Wild Irish Rose. It's autumn and the air is crisp and clear and my libido is out of fucking control. I had a good bit of work to do this morning. Ultra Meat is back in town and resumed his endless campaign to suck me off with a text at 8am; I informed him that I had to give my high-pressure load to someone else in his absence, and he said "I'll take any load from you." I don't want to hook up with him again until I'm seriously loaded up with pent-up cum, so I begged off. Then a really cute guy in Chelsea, who really ought to have all the dicks from 14th St to 34th St aimed at his sweet little body, started hitting me up, and my inaccessibility due to the East River subway situation seemed to make me absolutely irresistible, so there was a new message from him about how much he wanted me inside him every time I took a break to check messages on Manhunt. A cute kid in his 20s with a sweet, taut little body hit me up and wanted me to fuck him but didn't want to go raw... but looking at his midsection made my dick swell and caused a huge hormone spill in my bloodstream. Everyone in NYC seems completely sex-crazed after the storm, for some reason, but I'm basically at the intersection of two non-working subway lines, so I'm hopelessly remote unless I drive somewhere in Brooklyn. All these bottoms got my nuts churning and tingling and I felt that ache in my hips that can only be mollified by thrusting them, hard, against a firm body with a yielding hole. I needed to feel big round ass cheeks in my face. And Wild Irish Rose is the one who served as the ultimate beneficiary of these needs. A week or two ago, I actually ran into Wild Irish Rose on BBRTS, where he has no face pix. He wrote me, maybe not knowing who I was, as I have a different screen name there, and different pix, than on other sites. I recognized his body right away, but then also realized from reading his profile that I'd hit on him there before in the years since I moved to NYC, and each time he would tease my prick but never come through and not sign on again for months at a time. So this time, when he hit me up, I unlocked my face picture and chided him for making me put on a rubber after luring me over to his neighborhood on the promise of skin-on-skin fucking. He just said "I just want to find the right neg top to breed me." I asked him point-blank if this was just a fantasy thing for him-- I told him it was fine, I wasn't mad, but was just curious about how seriously to interpret his advances. He reiterated his desire to have me "breed" him (a term that really doesn't turn me on that much, honestly; I much prefer circumlocutions such as "squirt your thick gooey genetic material deep inside my guts so I can absorb you for hours after you leave"). So I told him when things calmed down a bit after jury duty and the story, that I would come over and ejaculate inside him with pleasure and glee. Every couple of days since then he's hit me up, sometimes just to chat in a friendly way but mostly to talk about breeding breeding breeding. I figured, if he pulls out a rubber on me again I'm gonna be pissed. Today he hit me up this morning during a work break and I didn't expect to go over there. But after the day's nonstop hot bottom onslaught, I decided to go with the sure thing. After all, even with my dick encased in plastic, he was pretty fun to fuck. So I asked him if he wanted me to come by and dick him down. He began being evasive again, not answering my notes for long stretches, asking me to breed him, asking when I was last tested, expressing his deep and abiding love for my cum, asking if I had poppers, asking if I was going to drive, yadda yadda. I figured he was teasing me again. But finally I got an unequivocal yes-- after promising I'd cum down his throat instead of in his guts-- and so I got his address and number again and drove over. On the way, I texted him asking if he had tight colored briefs. He said he did, and would I rip them off him, and did I want him in a harness, and should he be ass-up when I walked in and he could unlock the door when I was parking and leave the door open and and and a bunch of other things that were not exactly what I asked for. I told him I just wanted him in tight colored briefs and a t-shirt under his clothes, so I could run my hands over them before I took them off. No harness. No ass-up. I tell you, all of the pomp and circumstance some guys want to erect around the simple act of sticking a penis in a hole is completely tedious to me. I feared the worst. But he answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt-- a wrinkled and baggy one, unfortunately; I should have specified "tight" for that too. But it was ok. We went upstairs, and I stood behind him breathing on his neck and tugging at his nipples through his shirt and running my hands up and down the inside of his thighs and he shuddered and sighed and his dick (which really is impressively big and fat, bigger than mine) swelled up nicely in his pants. I pulled them down and admired his ass swelling out in the briefs, and the thick knot of meat hanging in the front pouch. "Very very nice," I breathed into his ear. And he seemed to enjoy being the object of this kind of attention, despite all the hackneyed sexual tropes he was throwing at me earlier; he stood at attention and let me touch him how I wanted to, occasionally weakening at the knees. I bent him over the bed, chewed his ass through the briefs, then disposed of them with a toss to the side, as they had served their noble purpose of getting my dick fat in all of 90 seconds, maybe. And then I just began to eat. His hole is extremely accepting and supple, and I could get my tongue in almost all the way with ease. This is how I like it, not a tight hole you have to fight with, but a taut but ultimate yielding sheath for me to slide my meatsword into. I sucked his fat nuts into my mouth a few times and ate around a bit, but my dick was already steely and throbbing, so I stood up and twapped it against his exposed crack a few times. He reacted with an obvious combination of excitement and nerves. I slid it around the hole a bit, but then crouched back down to eat some more. The poppers bottle came out and he huffed like fifth grader at sleepaway camp. I decided this was enough foreplay-- probably a record for me, as I don't even think I'd been there five minutes yet, hadn't even kissed him, and hadn't even put my dick in his mouth. But I just wanted in that velvety chute. So I mounted him, aimed, and pushed. And it slid in into him with one gliding motion, like a missile on greased rails. He felt so good inside, so smooth and warm and enveloping, that I almost came right away. The image of his bent-over posture, with those hairy thick haunches bulging to each side and that impossibly tiny waist above the big round hairy globes of his ass, and the swelling tight lats swelling to each side, drilled deep into my brain, the thrill running right down my spine and into my dick. I wanted to pound him like last time but I was too excited. So I had to temper my movements. I kept him appraised of everything, letting him know how he felt inside, how much I loved fucking his body, how much I wanted to give him my cum. When I couldn't thrust for fear of triggering a tsunami of seminal fluid, I groped his body, pulling his hips hard up against me so my tool ground into him as deep as it could go; kneading his ass cheeks while admiring the shaft of my tool buried halfway inside him; gripping him from around the front with each hand inside each of his thighs (something bottoms seem to find extremely exciting when you're fucking them from behind)... If I couldn't ram him I could at least manhandle him and feel his flesh as intensely as possible. His body was so fucking exciting and I told him over and over how excited it was making me. And then I think a little bit of cum ran into him. I wasn't cumming copiously, but it's inevitable, really. It took the pressure off. I could fuck him for real now. And I rammed him from behind, riding him high so my dickhead would slam into his prostate, or riding him low so our thighs could slide against each other and my dick could slide frictionlessly along the barrel of his ass. I fucked and fucked and fucked him till I was dripping sweat all over him. We laughed at how good it felt; we grimaced at how good it felt; we shook our heads at how good it felt. This was serious fucking. "When you get close," he said, "tell me, so I can get on my knees beside the bed and you can aim it into my mouth," he said. I told him OK. He asked me to eat his ass some more; I think I was putting too much weight on his knees and he needed a break, which I could understand; I'm a big guy and I'd been all over him for half an hour at this point. I said OK and ate. But I could only do it for a minute. I had to get my dick back in. It slid right in. I was in awe of this eminently fuckable body. "Turn over," I sneeded, "lay on your back." He did, and I grabbed his ankles and slid his body away from the pillows up close to my hips, and pushed his legs open, pulled his legs apart, pushed them back, hovered with the tip of my dick on his hole, and pushed. Another perfect slide, I didn't even have to guide it with my hands. I plowed the hell out of him, we looked in each other's eyes and I touched his face all over and put my fingers in his mouth and sucked his earlobe and pounded into him without stopping. He wanted me to cum. He got beside the bed. I tried to jerk off in his mouth. I stood up and aimed at his face. It wasn't going to work. I needed to fuck the load out. I pushed him back onto the bed on his back, and stuck it back in, and took what I wanted, ramming my body into his as hard as I could. The cum rose from my nuts. It rose from my nuts. I felt it flooding my tubes. I felt it pressing against all my ducts. I felt the cum. I was gonna fucking cum. I pulled out, clambered up to his face, and shot a long thick jet into his gaping mouth. And another and another, and the rest came short and glazed his face and neck and shoulders. I wiped the cum that missed the target up with my fingers and fed it to him. He licked greedily. He jerked off hard and came without any visible cum but a lot of writhing and a chest flushed red. I was a disgusting sweaty mess, and so was he. "That was *crazy*," he said, and I said, "It was fantastic. But I seriously need a shower." He sent me to the bathroom and I cleaned up. I was still sweating when I got out of the shower. "I gotta cool down before I get dressed, I think," I said, and he got me some water and we chatted about the storm, about barebacking, about my partner. I told him I hope he didn't feel pressured into it, and he said no, it was his decision. Apparently he never does this. I got up in there! Awesome. I never want anyone to do anything they aren't comfortable with... but I love it when a guy relents and lets *me* in (and yes I know he could be lying but at least it was the right lie). Apparently he'd done nothing for the past week, during the time when the subway wasn't running at all, doing nothing but jerking off, sometimes four times a day. He said he'd already cum earlier in the day, which I guess explained the dry orgasm he gave me. I was impressed he could take a forty minute onslaught from a big hairy top with empty nuts, and stay hard too! I finally cooled off and got dressed. "Let's do it again!" he said. He's a very fun fuck... but I dunno. It'd have to be a while. I hope he doesn't drive me crazy asking for more. I'll probably get tested again in December, and he'll feel better, and I can finally "breed" him. But for now, I feel there is a whole army of bottoms out there who need dick... and I'm gonna give it to em. My muscles are sore. God, I love to fuck. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here For those of you who go to adult bookstores - you know how there is always this guy who borderlines on creepy and sexy? He's the kind of guy that if others are around you might purposefully dismiss, but when left to your own devices can't stop thinking, "maybe.......". And that maybe usually turns out that their actual air of sleaziness pays off mostly in big ways. That is if, you like a sleazy, smarmy guy taking out his dick for a guy like you (me) to suck. You might think he's low, but you're the one on your knees. There is a certain hotness to this. Such was the case in this bookstore. Pearl snap shirt. I'm guessing in his early 60s. Even his moustache was sleazy looking. Yet, again, that confident air. I know he looked in on me giving head to at least the second guy I mentioned (Bookstore 2). He stood there, watching my skills more than he was watching the guy feeding me. I know he saw me walking into the bathroom and I assume he saw the fucker walk-in before me (Bookstore 3). While he might not have known exactly what went on in that bathroom, he probably knew we weren't braiding each other's hair. Each time I'd walk past him, in my search for cock, he'd leer at me. I still wasn't at that place mentally where I told myself I wanted to go down on him, but internally I knew I was on my way to that place. A few times with me sitting in the booth(s), he stop in the doorway and I'd ignore or shoo him away. It never deterred him coming back. At one point, I looked at him and he at me. I didn't say no. I didn't wave him away. Encouraged, he stepped in to the booth. I didn't stop him. I sat on that seat, he stood near me. No words from me. Maybe saying I wanted it would be too much. No words from him. If he talked, he might risk the opportunity No words from him, as I assume he knew his ability to make guys like me put his cock in their mouth was his strength. And it's not that his cock was spectacular. Maybe 7" thin. Nothing bad, but it was his mindset - or what I perceived his mindset to be - that was his sexuality. He stood not moving. He knew I'd make the first move. I did. He knew he had to do nothing but supply the meat. I leaned in, I took him in my mouth. "Good boy" I heard barely above a whisper.....and a hand on the head. Somewhat avuncular, somewhat predatory. Maybe a little of both, not that they are exclusive. I worked the dick in part to make him hard and get off. I worked the dick in part to get him off so he'd leave. Guys have guilt about sex after they shoot. Sometimes feeders have it during - but the need to suck overrides the guy who might not be as desirable. Get it done. Get it off. Get it over with. It took 10 minutes. I slipped from the bench to the floor, his cock never leaving my mouth. He was hard and I knew he'd have a load for me. And I worked it out. "Oh yeah, that's it" was the only other words he said, and that was right before he shot. I knew he was going to. The load was minimal, but tasty. Again, it wasn't about physical prowess, it was mental - and his being self-assured. He carried it in the way he walked and how he approached guys. That he had seem my devotion did not hurt his cause, as he knew what he was dealing with. He stepped out and I stayed a few minutes longer. Passing through to the other side of booths, he barely nodded as he chatted with the fucking bookstore clerk. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... THIS IS THE STUPID FACE OF THIS NASTY FAGGOT CUMWHORE! HIS NAME IS GERA AND HE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A CUMDUMP! HIS WAS A CHEATING PROSTITUTE AND NOW HE IS POSITIVE! HE LOOKS LIKE A NICE PROFESSIONAL GUY BUT IN FACT HE IS A LYING BAREBACK SLUT! IF YOU RECOGNIZE HIM TREAT THIS PIECE OF SHIT AS IT DESERVES! More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I wasn't particular interested in fucking, though I had some time free-- my partner wanted to go do stuff in Manhattan but the trip there is so arduous with the subways under the river still flooded that I begged off, instead spending the early afternoon running around to discount stores and buying up about $300 worth of cleaning supplies, diapers, baby wipes, and tampons (can't forget the ladies) to dump on Staten Island and the Rockaways, which were harder hit than Manhattan but seem to be getting less attention. I dropped this all off at a surf shop inexplicably located on the East River that was running a collection drive, garnering a nice hearty thank you from the volunteers who grew ever more goggle-eyed as I kept bringing more and more bags from my car. Then I came back home to yack on the phone and relax a little. But habit had me logging back in to Manhunt and Adam4Adam and BBRT just for background entertainment, and I was propositioned by a bunch of hot guys who were completely unreachable on their separate little island. But when I was about to sign off and go read I was buttonholed by Flip Stud, who hits on me like every three weeks, and who I love plowing and spooging in, but who really is too insistent. I have come close to making plans with him twice since I last juiced him up and then backed out, and felt like if I didn't go fuck him again soon he'd go away for good. And I *really* like his body; just thinking about its thick musculature is making my dick hard as I write this. But honestly I wasn't even all that horny. I wavered back and forth but he said he hadn't been fucked since the last time I did him, and I felt almost obligated to go inseminate him. Stud service, if you will. Sighing with the heavy responsibility of tophood, I got in the car and drove up to Queens to do my duty. I got up there fairly quickly, and parked near his place, only to see a text he'd sent while I was parking that he was just now getting in the shower. It was cold out and there's not a lot of interesting street life where he is in Queens, so I was just basically wandering around in the wind waiting for him to get done cleaning up and let me in to his place. By the time he got back to me I'd been there almost a half an hour and wanted to leave, feeling very cranky; I don't know why he waited 20 minutes to get in the shower after I told him I was coming over. "You said you thought traffic would be bad," he said as we went up the stairs to his place. And I had... but it turned out the highway was almost empty, though all the surface streets in Brooklyn and Queens are totally clogged with lines of cars waiting in line to have fistfights at the pump over nonexistent gasoline. I worried this mood and my cold limbs would make for bad sex. But as soon as I put my hands on his shapely, firm, meaty body, my dick engorged with blood. Such a contrast to last night with the little nerd, where getting a boner took so much effort. I'm actually more attracted to the nerd in many ways, but a hot body eager to be fucked raw without restraint trumps everything, I guess. I was almost fully hard just from brushing my lips against his, breathing in his ear about how much cum I was going to fuck into him, and running my hands over his ample buttocks. I pulled down my pants, commanded him to his knees, and he sucked my dick with that intense, velvety pressure he knows perfectly how to apply, and I was bone-stiff and throbbing within seconds. I wish everyone knew how to give head like this. Good head is so fuckin beautiful, and bad head is so fuckin useless. I didn't have a ton of time, as I knew my partner would be ferrying back from midtown within the hour and I didn't want to keep him waiting for me to ejaculate in some kid in Queens. So I turned him around and pushed him over on the bed and tried to work my dick in. "Slow," he reminded me, "I haven't been fucked in so long." And there was no hope of me getting my dick in there. It felt like he'd pre-lubed when I stuck a finger up there, which I wish guys wouldn't do, since I like to eat them out, but his ass is a beauty and that opens him up nicely, so I got down on my haunches and stuck a probing tongue in his cleft. It didn't taste off, so I think maybe he was just somehow magically lubricating for me, which some bottoms seem to do. I lapped away at him and he moaned with pleasure and just crouched there with his ass out and his body immobile, receiving my ministrations in what seemed like rapt attention. My dick was achingly hard in my hand as I ate and ate and ate. He seemed to be loosening nicely around my tongue, but not quite ready. I left him on all fours, ass-up, and went around to his face and stuck my bone in his mouth and he sucked and sucked and sucked my head with such skill I was fucking dizzy. His body was as beautiful as ever spread out in it's v-shaped glory between my thighs. I had to get in. I flipped him on his back and he pulled back his legs all the way to make himself flat and open for my assault. I pushed myself in, hard. I sank in most of the way, but he grimaced and asked for lube. I like it natural with nothing more than spit and body fluid, but I wanted him to enjoy it too, so I slicked myself up and pushed back in, pulled out to use a bit more, repeating three or four times till we had just the right combination of slickness and viscosity to give him the ideal pistoning. I pushed in up to my balls and felt a tightness around my dickhead somewhere deep inside him, then pushed even harder, and he winced. I thought I'd hurt him again, but when I pulled out and fucked him more shallowly, he said, "Deeper, go deep," almost with anguish in his voice, so I forced it in deep again, till my balls were against his body, and growled into his ear, "Is this what you need?" He nodded, face still a contorted mask of something I've clearly never felt before. And so I reamed him hard, wrestling his limbs and putting all my weight behind the thrusts. I deep-dicked him like this, face to face, dripping with sweat, for about twenty minutes, nonstop in and out. My dick never softened or got tired of the sensation. His face never relaxed. But then I needed a rest, so I pulled out and laid my vein-popping choad along his belly, and laid flat on top of him. He wrapped legs around my waist, and then his arms around my back, and it felt like heaven. Then he pulled his arms away, but I whispered in his ear, "No, touch my body," and he put his hands back on me, lightly stroking the hair on my back up and down (sorry dudes, I got a hairy back). This is actually something my partner usually does when we are cuddling, and typically feeling anything reserved for my partner during sex with random dudes makes me recoil. But I was so hard and so excited by his body and breathing his breath that it just made my dick throb harder and swell up even more, like it would burst. I just held myself against him like that, dick oozing, brain spinning, and let the tingling pleasure wash over me. I had to get back in. So I aimed the missile at his hole and pushed again. And resumed pounding him, making the bed slam into the wall. About this time I heard someone come in to the main room and sneeze repeatedly. I kept plowing anyway, thinking about how absurd sex is, with the moist sucking sounds of his hole alternating with the sneezing. I know his roommate doesn't know he's gay, but he had to be hearing this racket. I didn't care. I kept pounding with my whole dick, the meat of my body slapping wetly against his. I wanted to fuck him for another hour, I didn't ever want to cum. This was really fuckin nice. Then he began stroking the hair on my back again. And I instantly blew my fuckin wad, over and over, fucking it into him, moaning with pleasure. I haven't cum that hard in a long time. Jet after jet after forceful jet deep into the warmth of his body. I lay atop him panting, with my dick still inside him, for at least another two minutes. He would pulse his muscles around my dickhead, milking out the last drops, and I would pulse my shaft, making my meat swell inside him, and we alternated back and forth. It was sloshing a bit in my mess. "Oh my God... You have me so wet inside," he said with wonder, "so much cum inside me." My urethra actually stung a little inside from the force of it. My dick was slowly softening but still thick. I pushed it in a little a few times. The tendons in my groin were starting to ache from the position I was in, and I knew I had to finally pull out of him. His ass had tightened up again and was making it hard to draw out my dickhead. He grimaced again as he had when I first pushed in, but I pulled back till I popped out. I seriously needed a shower. He looked out into the hall, told me he'd opened the bathroom door and I wouldn't be seen, and gave me a robe. I cleaned up a bit, and went back to the room, dressing. He liked my new sneakers. We chatted about nothing, the hurricane, his latest break-up. When I left I got a glimpse of his roommate sitting on the couch and conspicuously ignoring us; he was tall and gangly but kind of attractive, actually. Flip Stud says he has a girlfriend but fucks a different asian girl every week in his bedroom. What a den of dirty sluts that place is. He led me downstairs to the door of his building. I patted his juiced-up ass on the way out, and he laughed a little, knowing how loaded up with my seed he was. I'm pretty sure he got just the stud service he needed. And driving back home, in the breathtakingly clear evening, I felt satisfied with the good I've done today. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Okay readers, How do you react(honestly) when a fuck buddy informs you that he tested positive for an STD (Syphilis, Gonorrhea, Chlamydia)? Do you react differently if it is a long term fuckbuddy opposed to a one time trick? Do you ever think that maybe YOU gave it to them... wondering how you guys act when this comes up. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... It had been over a year since I’d been bred by this guy. *But we saw each other online again last night, and within two sentences, I was agreeing to cum to his place so he could unload in my ass. I got there and his place smelled faintly of pot, for which he apologized. *I said it was a pity he didn’t wait for me. *Which prompted him to pack the bong, and we took a couple hits each. As I remembered it, he had a bigger-than-advertised cock and knew how to use it. *I was proven right. His dick swells to a girthy 7.5 inches, and gets very hard. *And he loves to slow-fuck with it. *All the way in…. all the way out…. Repeat. *Then some faster fucking, but always a return to the full stroke. It actually felt awesome, and while he was fucking me I kept thinking “Why the fuck don’t I let him breed me on a regular basis?” We fucked for like 35 minutes solid, mostly me doggy on the bed, him standing. *Or me doggy on the floor in front of the mirror and him squatting behind me, watching himself fuck me in the mirror. It’s all pretty hot, and by the end I was begging him for his load as my ass couldn’t take much more long dicking. It was only when he came and then afterwards that I remembered why we don’t fuck more often. First off, he doesn’t kiss. *And doesn’t suck cock. *He is pretty much just about fucking the hole. *Which is ok, but can be a bit one-dimensional. Secondly, he doesn’t stay in my ass once he starts cumming. *I get the first couple squirts, then he’s yanking out violently and covering his cock, warding me off from even touching it because it’s “so sensitive”. Thirdly, as soon, and I mean as SOON as his orgasm subsides, he runs for the bathroom. *Where he already has a bath drawn. *Which he gets into and sits there to clean himself up. Lastly, he has all these toys and things around the fuck room in interesting poses. *It’s almost like being in some weird toymaker’s workshop. *Which, when I’m not so horny anymore, creeps me out just a bit. So… it was a good fuck and I got his load in my hole. *But I’m not sure if I’ll be back anytime soon. *Probably in another year when I forget why it is we don’t fuck more often. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Cock that fucked the snot out of me last night. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... This has been a rough year. I came to Seattle with my partner in hopes of ridding him of Leukemia. We have had many challenges along the way, but good times as well. While the treatments he underwent gave us more time together, they ultimately were not sufficient to save his life. We lost him a couple days ago. Our life together has been one of doing what we wanted when and how we wanted. That approach has paid off, in my opinion. I would not have done it any different. This philosophy is the same as those of us that bareback. Rules are one's own to make, not someone else's. Not sure I am ready to jump in and play hard just yet. But when I do, you can bet on it being unrestricted and as messy as I can make it. There is one thing that is out there I still have yet to do and I think I need to get it done... My record loads taken is only three for one evening. Think I need to at least double that. I think I should double that before I leave Seattle at the end of November. Local and want to help? You see how to contact me at the top of the page... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I broke a long dry spell with a rather atypical experience for me. I'd been saving up a big load last week to give to Ultra Meat, who, as I mentioned, would get my sap rising periodically while I was stuck on the jury by texting me and asking to suck my dick. During breaks we'd trade banter about how next time we got together I'd make sure I was really pent up so he could get me off over and over. He said he would go as long as I wanted, all day if I wanted, he just wanted my dick in his mouth and cum down his throat. So I obliged by going all last week without getting off (not too hard with jury all day and work at night). I expected to see him Monday or Tuesday, and spend a few hours with him, seeing if he could get me off three times in a row or more (honestly no one has ever done it more than twice, and even when I was a kid my record was maybe four times in a day). I really wanted this to happen. But of course it didn't happen; instead, Sandy happened. Ultra Meat is trapped all week in Philadelpia, and the subways aren't running, and my partner has been home all week, going out of his mind and needing close attention at night after a long day of climbing the walls while I work remotely, as usual. So I've gone almost two weeks without getting off. And today I really would have accepted just about anything; my husband braved the crowds taking the lone train from this side of the river into Manhattan. For several days, I'd exchanged some witty banter with a cute but a little too nerdy-looking guy on Scruff who lives in my neighborhood, and things eventually got kinda sexual, though that site seems less sex-focused than Manhunt or Adam4Adam so I kinda don't push it there. We'd talked idly about meeting for a drink or something to check each other out before "possible shenanigans", which seems hopelessly quaint to me at this point, given my habits and my usual precoital sweet-talk of "how about I stick my tongue up your ass while I squirt my spooge down your throat". But today I decided to bluntly ask him to suck my dick, and he was game, and gave me his address, but nestled in more witty banter. Whatever, I needed my nuts drained, so I went down there, wondering what to expect. He buzzed me in but met me in the stairwell, smoking a cigarette and holding a gin and tonic. In a text while I was heading over, he told me his roommate had just come home, though she was "cool and apprised of the situation." "Apprised that a strange man is coming over to ejaculate all over you?" I wrote back, and he said, "Yup!" He kinda wanted to sit in the windowsill on the landing to smoke first and, I assume, get used to the idea of sucking me off after ten or twelve IMs on Scruff. I don't think he does this kinda thing too often. He was certainly shaking as he smoked, which I found kind of arousing and certainly charming. He was much, MUCH cuter than his picture-- very slightly built, pitch-black short hair cut close to his head, slightly beaky nose, deep eyes, very very cute somewhat Jewy-looking guy (not sure if he was actually jewish to be honest). The gin and tonic tasted pretty good and we went a few more rounds of joking back and forth before the drink was drink, the butt was smoked, and it was time to pay the piper. We went to his room and I thought he might be awkward, but after closing the door he pretty much lunged at me and we did some serious making out. "Oh yeah, we can just do this all day," I said when we came up for air, and I meant it. I felt him up and down and put my hands between his legs and his motor was going on full throttle. He laid back on the bed and I bent over to make out with him and I guess I felt a little tripped up. The situation here was a lot like I remember in my 20s, when I was dating, before I turned into a big whore who gets express service from admitted and unashamed cumgobblers and holemonkeys. He had a big fuzzy sweater on, and sexy swirlie indie rock was playing. I love sensual sex but this all felt a little on the romantic side and something in my gears was seizing up. I certainly wasn't gonna ask this sweet little fella to guzzle my spooge. But he *was* very cute and I *did* have two weeks worth of cum in my nuts, so I was determined to make it work out. Just then my cell phone started buzzing, though, and I thought it might be work, so I had to stop making out with him to check it; that put even more of a damper on my arousal. This was stressing me out a little. I didn't think I could do much other than whip out my tool and let him suck it. So I did. I stood up and pulled down my zipper and revealed my wang. He didn't seem shy here either, and went to town on me. And it felt nice, but I just wasn't getting hard, and the angle was awkward with him lying down and me standing to his side. He didn't seem daunted, but just kept at me. This was a good sign. A lot of guys would freak out after about 90 seconds of blowing someone without them getting hard, and totally give up. So I figured I'd try to calm down and go with it. We were both getting too overheated so I relieved him of his itchy sweater first. He pulled off another shirt under that to reveal a white tee that clung to his tight little body. He wasn't built and was quite thin but I liked it. I laid back and let him have full access to my groin and he feasted on me. He was a trooper-- not as skilled as some cocksuckers I've had but he did good and I got thick, but still too rubbery to really enjoy it. Ugh! And then I leaned too hard against a window shade that came crashing down all over me. We both laughed, and he apologized and nervously put it back up, but everything seemed intent on killing this groove. So I stood back up again, pulled my pants of, pulled off my shirt, and pulled off his skinny jeans, to reveal a pair of briefs stuffed to overflowing with what looked like an 8" tool oozing precum like crazy. He seemed weirdly embarrassed but it was really a sight to see on his slender 5'9 frame. I ran my hands over the underpants a bit but pulled them off too and just this monster schlong sprang free. Things were looking up. I laid on top of him and we made out furiously; he hitched his legs around me and held my back and I ground my dick into his groin, which was very slick with the copious precum he was oozing, and my dick stiffened completely within seconds. This was really all I needed. And once it was hard, everything changed-- the energy was fiercely sexual and he was even hungrier for me than before, and I for him. I felt around for his ass while I humped him and found it to be little, fuzzy, and round. Very nice. I slid my fingers up into the cleft and felt a very hard thick penis root, matching his crazy huge tool, and a nicely filled out scrotum. His breath quickened noticeably as I stroked his taint and he pressed against me and shook a bit. This excited me even more and I felt my bone harden like steel alongside his. He clearly wanted to suck my dick more so he got back down there on hands and knees and I got to see his smooth back spread out before me with those fuzzy asscheeks at the end. He looked pretty good for a skinny little guy-- awesome v-shape to his torso. I told him to stay like that and moved around to put my face in his ass. And he went nuts. I didn't know how bottomy he was exactly before we ever talked, but he responded beautifully, though he seemed very tight down there. I just ate the hell out of him, holding that prize of a cock in one hand, feeling his precum flow freely all over my fingers. He would be serious fun to fuck. I let go of the schlong and held both hips in my hands, pushing up against the bones to pull his hole to my face, and he seemed extremely excited to be treated this way. I toyed with fooling around down there with my dick to see if he'd push back on me and let me in. But again I was inhibited a little by how we'd talked before we met. It really felt like two worlds colliding, somehow. We fooled around pretty intensely in a mist for at least an hour; my nuts were aching to unload. The music had run out long before, and he said he wanted to put on more. I made a joke about how he must not have thought I could last but he was wrong, and he laughed and put the sexy indie back on repeat. As he bent over his computer I sidled up behind him and ate his ass some more; he just leaned on his desk and took it and moaned a little, rather demurely. Then he knelt before me and sucked me some more, looking up at me for approval. I led him back to the bed; all I wanted to do was pound my body against his. Something about the cigarettes and gin mixed in his breath, coupled with an overall soapy wholesome cleanliness to him, was driving me crazy. I got back on him. His face was red. I was soaked with sweat. I stuck my dick between his cheeks and pounded, and he held my ass tight, the most awesome thing a bottom can do to a top. I put my dick on his and fucked it. I pressed my whole weight against him and pounded. I sucked his collarbone, chewed his neck. And then moaned out "Oh no" as I started cumming all over him. I reared up a bit to fist my tool and he watched me defile his tight smooth body with my thick goo. "Kiss me while I cum," I said, and he did. He started beating off but couldn't seem to quite get there, and just kept looking at my cum. To help him along I touched the side of his body, the inside of his thighs, cupped his balls, but it's when I ran my fingers between his cheeks again, along the hard fuzzy bulging taint, that he let loose his own gelatinous load. We kind of stayed frozen in place, with him on his back and me panting over him, supported by one arm, until the room came back int focus. "OK well that's it, goodbye," he deadpanned, and I laughed. Then looking mock-serious and dissed, I said, "Where's my two hundred dollars?" He got us towels and I took a shower, and when I got back to the room he was in a fresh pair of tightie whities. We talked a bit about his books, the job he recently lost, and his desire to learn to program computers. I gave him a little advice, and he was just ridiculously cute in general. When I got home there was a nice message for me on Scruff saying he'd had fun. Always nice to see something like that. I wonder how often he hooks up? I wonder what he'd think if he knew I was such a big dirty whore? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He walked in, not a day over 40 and in shape. You rarely see this in at least this bookstore. Tight grey t-shirt and track pants. I have no idea why I find track pants so sexy, but on the right guy - and this was the right guy - they are hot. He had nothing on underneath them. What he did have was a 7" very fat cock. Possibly fatter than the other guy's dick. But as he walked in, I was still on my knees - just looking up at him. He almost sneered as he looked down. He had every right. I was a cocksucker, he had just witnessed me taking another man's load in public and he was the hottest guy this place had probably seen for weeks or months. He pulled his track pants down enough to expose that cock and huge huge huge set of nuts. I went down on him. Since that last guy had shot some below my lower lips / chin area, when I swallowed this guy whole, the other guy's seed ended up coating this guys balls. No worries, I eventually licked them clean. I did a good job sucking him, if I say so myself. I did at one point pull off to ask if he liked the show he had seen of me servicing the guy before him. He shrugged. "I like ass". I stood up and gripped his incredibly thick dick. "This will be tough getting up my ass - it's so big". "I'll make it fit", came the reply. I turned away from him and while he rubbed against me he also said he couldn't fuck in a place like this. I'm not sure what he was doing there, but......then he said to follow him to the restroom and he'd fuck me there, since the door locked. He was sexier in full light. But there was no playing around. This was business. He turned me around, my pants came down and I bent over. Only mother nature's lube - his spit - was used. He offered me poppers and I gladly took them. I found the opening and pushed. ...and he was thick. Very thick. He kept pushing and he didn't care about how I was doing. The reality is, looking like he did, he probably didn't have to care. People bent over for guys like this all the time and without a hint of complaint. I wasn't going to be the first. He spit down onto his half-way embedded dick and said, "Ok, let's go" and pushed deep. I wanted to brace myself against the sink, but figured we'd rip it out of the wall. It didn't look that stable and this was going to be rough anyway. I leaned more and put my hands against the wall. Studman just went balls deep and started his fucking. Unlike a lot of big dicked guys, he knew how to fuck. Many don't because they don't have to know, they have big dicks and don't have to have style. But this guy liked ass for a reason, he was good with his tool. Don't get me wrong, he was stretching me open and we were both quiet. While I've never had issues having sex in this place, it was always a booth, never the restroom. I wasn't sure how it'd go over. After the "let's go" comment, not another word was said. Not even after 10 minutes when I felt him throb and knew what was about to happen. No words of "pull out" or "don't cum in me" were uttered. Neither were words of "I'm going to cum" or "do you want it?". I was letting a stranger fuck me in a bathroom of an adult bookstore. Those were the only things needed to be known. He pulled out. I pulled up. I walked out. He must have to.....right out the door. I was back in the video area again. More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... There's a hottie powerbottom named Tiger Milner who's about to spend several hours of his life on Saturday night getting gangbanged by an organized group in Orlando who will also film the entire event for a future DVD. Tiger Milner has become known to quite a few Xtube junkies as the guy whose raw fuck videos from a bathroom stall in a shopping mall have won him kudos for such a brazen and beautiful butt pounding while people come in and out of this public restroom. He has started writing about his exploits and posting videos on his blog, http://tigermilner.blogspot.com/. You can find him on Xtube through links on his blog. You can catch a little of the advance excitement about his Saturday night gig from his blog, but he also shared with me some of the nervous feelings he has heading into the gangbang showdown. It'll be his tight little ass against at least five and possibly as many as a dozen cocks, most of them wanting to drill his pussy raw. But the preparations, the hotel space, the use of equipment and the hiring of people to run that equipment will take a huge bite out of Tiger's budget. Here's where you may come in. Tiger is now considering setting up a PayPal donation box on his blog (http://tigermilner.blogspot.com/) and he may offer an incentive for people to contribute. I'm encouraging him to do it regardless of any incentives he may offer. Think about it: His expenses are going up, and it would be great if all of his fans on Xtube and elsewhere kicked in a $5 or $10 via his blog. That way he'll be able to spread his legs with peace of mind on Saturday night, and actually enjoy himself while getting plowed by cock after cock. Think about it, and keep tabs on his blog for more details. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It was a few dead minutes of wandering and seeing the same guys until I stumbled upon a prospect. He was in a booth and his gym shorts pulled down below his balls. I spied him from the booth I was sitting in directly across from me. Remember, these booths have no doors. He looked over at me too. This cock looked nice and very thick with a huge head. I stared and did a very very slight nod. Bookstores are rarely the place for over communication from the onset. He did the same back. I made my way over from my booth to his. He did not stop me from coming in. For whatever reason he I thought I was new to all of this - whether he meant the bookstore or being with a guy is unknown - and I just took it and ran with it. Maybe it was his fantasy, maybe not, but I could play the part. He had me kneel in front of him and he put that big head to my lips. I looked up at him like I wasn't sure what to do next. "Open up", he said. I did. He did a few quick jabs with that meat and pulled way back. The guy was close already - though to be fair, I have no idea how long he'd been there or how much he'd played with himself. He then told me he didn't want to blow right then and I was a little disappointed. Of course, I wanted the load. The guy had me stand up. He turned me around and wanted to see my ass. I told him (still in that "role"), there was no way I could take something like that up my ass.....it was too thick. Actually, it was very thick and even for an experienced guy it would take some doing let alone in a cramped booth. Sure it could be done. As it turns out, this guys was probably more about getting fucked than fucking. He wanted me to "rub" my cock against his ass. Then it was against his hole....but he didn't want it up there. Soon enough it 2-3" was up there. He had me go back and suck him and of course, one of the hotter guys who paid no attention to just me stood in the doorway watching and stroking his 8". But he wouldn't let me touch it. I wanted it.....but I think he was interested in the scene or just the other guy and I was in the way. ...then he walked away. Rubbed his cockhead over my lips and had a nice string of percum that attached to from my lips. He then did a few deep thrusts into my mouth and lots of spit came out stuck to his head, and stuck to my lips as it connected us for a few seconds before breaking and hanging off his shaft. Again he had me stand and he turned around for just the "rub". But I jabbed a few times and then he mentioned he was going to blow. While I wanted to keep the role going, I knew I had seconds to get on my knees. Eagerness of my normal cocksucker mode overrode the hesitant new guy role. He didn't seem to notice. He blew a huge load into my awaiting mouth. I got there by a fraction of a second, yet some still hit below my lower lip. He continued to shoot and look down on me....at me. Smile on his face. "Swallow it", came the command. I looked up and him quizzically and he clamped my mouth shut so I would have no option but to take his seed. He smiled, snapped his shorts back into place and walked out. Unknown to me, another guy was at the door.....waiting.........and just about to walk in. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I was bored. It was raining. I went to an adult bookstore. I was hoping others had the same idea, but it was kind of dead there. I've never understood this place. I'm not a half-bad looking guy, but the guys on my level or above tend to hook-up with the much older or the much skeevier. Everyone has their own tastes and I know places like this allow you to delve into environments you might not do in the light of day. I get that. So I was wandering around when a shorter, but somewhat attractive man passed me in the hall and purposefully brushed my crotch. He wasn't hard on the eyes, but only 5'5" - maybe. Much shorter than I'd normally consider. He went into a booth, I followed. As he leans against the wall, I walk in and he fondles himself. It's a nice package. I can tell through his jeans. He pops the buttons and I see how nice. Between 9-10". Fat. Maybe 6" around. It hangs, but you have to figure it takes a LOT of blood to fill that and make it super erect. Going to my knees, I can't help but to take it in my mouth. It easily fills me up and then some. Still, at this state, 75% hard, I can still take it all the way to the root. He seems impressed. I suck for a while and also work his nuts. Guys peek their heads in and check us out - one guy for a while feeling us both. The intruder turns me around to show both of them my ass. The big dicked man rubs his penis on my cheeks. I want it. I go back to my knees. I work the dick. I want the dick. I tell him it's a "porn-worthy cock". He looks down on me, telling me he's made 22 bareback films. I bone up. I ask if he wants to fuck me, he says yes, but not here, not now. He makes me stand and jack for him. He sucks me a little. He tells me my cock is nice too. It is, but comparatively, it is not. He is excited as I show off for him and he likes showing off for me. He announces he is going to cum. I drop to my knees, the first shot hits the floor. The second my beard. The third and additional ones in my mouth. The amount of cum is amazing. I have a huge wad on my face, a great splash on the floor and a good amount now in my belly. He wants me to shoot, but I'm not ready....and I just got there. He has my number. I have his. He will be fucking me. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Dear followers, you voted and I listened. I asked you how to reach my goal of 100 loads and more this year and the winner was "cumdump party" with runner up "whoring out". So I am having a cumdump party while whoring out my ass in the bathhouse. Party is posted on bbrt and have guys signed up. I also have a traveler bud who will be whoring me out to his friends and bathhouse visitors that day. This should be exciting-a lot of cock and cum on my first trip to bathhouse! If you are in the city come and deposit your load or watch me taking as many cocks as I can get. November 2, 11 pm- Steamworks Chicago More (many of his blog posts have video)...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Trolling the quick connect ads on BarebackRT, I couldn't help but notice that there were 33 New York hook-up postings at 230pm, Eastern Time. Usually, it's about a dozen for that time of day. I know that a lot of guys can't get to work today because of Hurricane Sandy; a lot of businesses, maybe most, have simply shut down for the duration. Evidently, a lot of guys plan to use the time, away from work, to engage of hot mansex. A couple of guys openly admitted that the Hurricane made them hornier than usual. What to make of this...a link between Hurricanes and sex? I, personally, have been interviewed by more than a couple of grad students, working on their dissertations...the subject matter in some way has always involved sex. Here's another one for a grad student out there...hurricanes and sex...start with the hooking up websites and get to work. All the best from warm and dry California... More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... A bubble assed bottom was taking loads last night in Hollywood. I went over and 3 guys were using him, he was wearing a blindfold, one guy was riding his dick, the one riding his dick then fucked his ass, while he was fucking him, he was getting fucked by me. He soon shot his load up the bottom's hole. He pulled out and I began fucking the bubbleassed bottom, his hole was loose, cumfilled, and amazing. I grabbed his big butt while I pounded his ass, then another top wanted a turn, so i pulled out and let him go ahead, then he had the bottom ride him, and I came up from behind, and we began to double fuck his bubblebutt. He was moaning louder than ever, whimpering at times, and saying that it felt out of this world, Then we flipped him on his stomach, and I rode his ass hard until i shot deep inside of him. When I got dressed, the other top fucked his cumfilled ass and fired off his sperm in his ass. I came back 30 minutes later, still horny, everyone was gone and he no longer had the blindfold on. He got on his hands and knees and I ate his messy and cummy hole. Tongueing him deep, eating all that anon semen from his butt. Then I got behind him, and rode his ass, then pinned him down on his stomach, flipped him on his side, then on his stomach again. Before dumping a second load into him doggy style. I left, leaving him to get used for a few more hours. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... On Saturday I got bred in the sauna at my gym by a hot, black guy. It was a bit of a challenge, due to the amount of foot traffic and interruptions, but we eventually got the job done. I’ve seen this guy at the gym off an on for while. Light skin, muscular, intriguing blue eyes, and swinging at least 7.5 inches of meat. Anyway, he let it be known that he was interested when we were in the steam room so we started jacking off for each other. But we kept getting interrupted! First by a creepy, lurker guy that was obviously gay but couldn’t take a hint to leave. But more annoyingly we were often interrupted by “al Qaeda”. At least that’s what my would-be top called him. The guy is actually Somali (so technically he would be Al Shabaab), but he is like a sauna spy or something. I swear he never works out and just spends HOURS bouncing between the sauna and steam room. He never speaks. Never removes his towel. I’ve never seen him “naked”. He just sits. And disrupts any sort of fun sexy times. Unless you can work around him. Which we did. Al Qaeda went to the steam room so Blue Eyes and I had some alone time in the sauna. While jacking an stating at each other I said “Damn, I want you to fuck me.” That really got him going! “Fuck yeah! I wanna drill that beefy, muscle ass— get those big nuts swinging— damn!” So I stood up, spit in my hand and lubed up. We got about 30 seconds of fucking before Geeky Lurker came out of the shower and interrupted us. Fuck. Next time was after Lurker left and “Al” headed downstairs. We got going again and Blue Eyes was just increasing his tempo and getting close when Al came back. Double Fuck! Blue Eyes pulled out just in time and we separated before getting caught. All while he was cursing al Qaeda under his breath and telling me he was so close. We cooled off and waited. There were a few more guys that came and went, yet Al remained. Eventually Blue Eyes and I were alone again in the sauna and Al went to sit down outside and cool off. He was steps away from the sauna, but we didn’t care. I could see him out the window to make sure he wasn’t coming in, and spit lubed again. Blue Eyes came up behind me, shoved in, and we humped like crazed weasels— but quietly. It took about a minute, an there was a quickening of breath, then a shudder and his cock was throbbing its swimmers into my guts. I milked him as best I could, then we did the slow pull out. A blob of his cum hit the sauna plank floor. We left it for Al. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Last night I went to the Team Pig sex/Halloween party in Silverlake. I have yet to be let down by these parties and this one was no exception. One of the major highlights of this party, was meeting and breeding Rob Rodin, ever since I saw a gangbang video with him years ago, I have wanted to get in his big meaty ass. We chatted on Barebackrt.com and he told me that he was going to be there. I got there and I fucked a few guys, but was determined to save my first load for when Rob showed up. I finally ran into him, and I gave him a tour of the place, since he had never been there. We got up to the upstairs bedroom play area and I got him on his hands and knees and began to tongue fuck his amazing big butt. I lubed up my dick and slid into his ass, damn, was just an amazing feeling hole, I grabbed his jockstrap and nailed his ass while others watched, jerked off and cheered on. I kept fucked his ass, harder and harder, until my first of many loads began to boil up and I shot my load deep into his guts. There was a bottom in a sling, who by the time i go to him, he had taken 14 loads up his hole, I immediately had to felch that cummy hole, and slide my dick effortlessly into his wrecked cunt, Soon, I fired off another load for the night, adding to his creamy hole. There was a very sexy bottom being fucked upstairs, his Daddy finding men that he wanted to watch breed his boy. He spotted me, and asked me if i wanted his boys hole, I did. I grabbed hold, and fucked him, firing off my third load for the night. There was a sexy latin boy getting nailed, and i got a piece of him, adding to his hole. Later on I got word that a guy ive wanted to fuck for a while was upstairs taking loads, I went up and i ate and fucked his cum filled ass, then fucked him until I added a load. I fucked him again later, once again eating his perfect ass, and fired off 2 more loads into him. After that I was spent, as you could imagine, and I went home, late night, but a very fun fuckfest. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... It's strange how things go in cycles. Last week, was a pretty good week. I did my usual routine, and managed to get 9 loads in my hole and a few up my mouth by the end of it. I had some pretty intense experiences with some daddy tag teams that I'll probably have to write about when the mood strikes me. But then, after the weekend - a total and complete drought. No one was biting. Nothing was happening. I had someone arrive and then see me and walk out. It's disappointing when that happens - I know I'm not a bad looking guy, but I'm definitely not typically cute so it wasn't out of the blue. After a really bad hook up with a way too panicky versatile bear dude, I was ready to throw in the towel. I had the morning off today so I figured I might try and see if my luck changed. And at first, the same usual BS as before - a lot of tweakers who have no concept of time or respect for others, lots of guys interested but too far for a quick hookup. And then it finally happened. Two tops hit me up at the same time. One a repeat off craiglists - early 40s bi "str8" italian top with 7.5 who loves to breed in hole. Very hands off, just super into raw ass on his meat, and making a bottom boy beg. He kept asking about group scenes, and I told him I would try. He said he wanted me ready in 30, and I said yes. The second was a late 50s daddy bear off bbrt. He has the honor of being the first man to take my "sling cherry" - he's into the scene and he and his husband used me in their basement dungeon a few years back. I was too nervous and too unsure of myself at that point, and I sort of competed for attention with his cubbish husbear, so I wasn't invited back. Daddybear kept in touch with me though, and today he happened to be around with a weeks worth of cum stored in his 8 inch PA'd tattoed cock. He suprised me by saying he was free and could be over in 30 minutes. The italian arrived early and came pretty damn fast up my hole. I tried to keep him entertained until daddybear arrived, but he was in a hurry. Daddybear walked in on him grunting his "straight" load up my hole, and watched me clean his cock as he got dressed. Daddybear was a little surprised by the guest (and I was bad in not explaining things to him in advance..) but he forgave me as I gave him head and let him plow my creamy hole with his huge thick PA'd fatherly cock. I got him off suprisingly quick - he kept commenting on how tight and pristine my hole felt on his fat prick, despite him watching another man unload in me just minutes before. I told him salacious details of the italians using of me, and it worked. The magic words were uttered. He erupted fountains of cum up my hole, and then held me and made me jack off me cock while he was hard and buried in me. I didn't need any encouragement - my load, held in check for days for a good bottom boy who never showed, spilled over the floor. As daddy watched, I licked all the cum off the floor, off his softening dick, off his hard metal PA. He made me eat his ass and lick his feet, and I thanked him. He wanted to stay longer and put more seed in me.. but he had places to be and so did I. And that was it. I guess I might keep trying to get more loads today.. but it's hard to beat what just happened. I guess I should thank the cosmos for pulling through. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here The landmark bareback porn video 'Breed Me' is now available to all you children out there. This video was released in VHS format and is not available in dvd, as far as I know, but it is available through the Treasure Island Media feature, TIMFUCK...and I advise you all to check it out. You must realize how important this porno is. The Father of Bareback Porn, Michael McKey, introduced some bareback sex in a fisting video he directed for Hot House...that video was called 'Depth Charge 2,' and for a few minutes we are treated to some bareback sex, and a little bit of cum oozing from a freshly fucked hole; there's also a lot of barehanded fisting, a lot of fisting. This would have been around 1997...the AIDS cocktail had just been introduced, the 'seropositive' stigma had been relaxed, and people were taking chances again in the pursuit of satisfying sex. Keep in mind there were fucktards who had been barebacking all along and when they were videotaped, they became objects of controversy and awe. Michael McKey then began producing videos on his own...'Bareback The Movie', followed by 'Bareback 2, Once in a Blue Moon.' These productions came out of Phoenix, Michael McKey's home base. About the same time, a guy named Paul Morris came out with a video called 'Bareback Lunch,' and we were titillated by his audacity...here was condomless sex without apology or qualification, in defiance of the political correctness of the time. Then Paul Morris followed up with a little effort entitled 'Breed Me.' From the very first minute, we were captivated by the straightforward depiction of willful, dangerous and unapologetic, cum-drenched sex. A faceless subject with the use of a dildo, coaxes rivers of cum to flow from his used and abused asshole. It was shocking at the time, as so-called safe sex was very much the order of the day. As far as we could tell, it was all very real...no phony cum concocted from pina colada mix here. And with the music and sound effects, the sense of taboo was greatly enhanced. The rest of 'Breed Me' features an anonymous bottom taking numerous loads. These are internal spunk deposits, and occasionally we may see a pearl of cum on an asscheek, but in the mood of the time, the very sight of a dribble of cum was radical, scary, sexy and to a great many of us, completely irresistible. A taboo had been broken. 'Breed Me' when compared to some of the stuff coming out today, will seem restrained, but trust me, it had quite an impact when it came out, so enjoy it by imagining the response it provoked among the AIDS mafia and self-appointed protectors of the gay constituency. This video changed everything and Paul Morris kept up the pace with 'Raw Shots' One and Two, and Hot Desert Knights entered the marketplace, eventually linking up with Michael McKey, and the rest has been history. RJ Parker is the only identifiable performer in 'Breed Me,' otherwise there are no faces shown. So watch with the understanding that 'Breed Me' made possible every single second of bareback porn you enjoy today. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Contacted a guy last week who was in town on business, we made plans to hookup when he had time. That time ended up being 1am Monday morning, I went to his hotel room downtown, and man, was he fucking handsome. Solid. Muscle. Furry. We undressed and we kissed as I toyed with his hole. He moaned softly, then I laid him on the bed, and munched his hole, licking deep in his furry asshole. I laid back and he licked and slurped on my balls. I grabbed the lube and worked my dick into his tight ass. I could tell it was hurting him, but he told me not to pull out. He wanted this as much as I did. I put him on his back and worked into him, pressing in all the way, his hole began to open and loosen for me. Then I put him on his stomach, and put both hands on his shoulders and began to drill his ass. I hadn't cum since wednesday, and could have cum at any moment. I held off, then nailed him harder. I felt myself getting close and I unloaded deep in his ass, we both felt that huge load soak his hole. I pulled out and we made out, kissing and talking. He licked my balls again, he we kissed more, my finger in his furry cumhole. Then I got hard and nailed him again, adding a second load to his hole. I great fuck, and one I hope to repeat. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was in traveling through town. That's odd, as I am usually the one one the road and hooking up with out-of-towners. Now he was taking my role - in more ways than one. Ok, in one important way. I'll call him SP. He has followed me on my blog for years, and yes, he gave me advanced warning he would be in town. And yes, I made certain accommodations to see him. I met up with him, since at the time he didn't have transportation. Hormones were high and I was sexually excited, as was he - or at least so it seemed. I found an out of the way place to park and he went down on me. SP did a nice job. I reciprocated on his nice cock, and he seemed to appreciate my talents. Now, during my blog and twitter times, now and again I show a picture of my dick. It's a nice dick, if I say so myself. If I had a dollar for each time another bottom told me what I had between my legs was "a waste" (since I'd rather bottom), I'd be a fairly wealthy man. Those comments no longer bother me, if they ever did. That said, I am a bottom 98.8% of the time. Any time I've blogged about topping, well, those are all the times I've topped. It's not like I've left any of them out......and out of almost 500 posts, we're talking single digit entries. I am a bottom. But so is SP. And he saw those pics of my meat and he wanted it - and told me so, repeatedly. Somehow, I kind of wanted to give it to him, but you know me, I wasn't sure I was "up" for the task. Even if I could get hard, could I stay that way? It's always been a problem for me, more mental than physical. ....and I wasn't willing to get an ED drug for a singular fuck. SP was very nice and said I could just jack off and push it up his hole at the last minute to get the load, but what fun is that - for either of us? None. Zilch. Yet, SP excited me and I was pretty fucking hard with no outside help. The question was, where to go? We talked about a seedy motel and I knew of one or two. We thought we'd split it, but somewhere in me, I'm thinking it was a lot of money for 15-30 minute event. I wouldn't last long, if at all, and we both had places to be. Just then I got an hair-brained idea, but one I thought would work. I can't say SP was quite on board with it. Right between motel 1 and motel 2 was a very very large cemetery. I'd never been in it, but passed it hundreds of times as it was near a bookstore I used to frequent before they tore it down. Too many wrong-doings in that building I suppose. Yes, the idea I came up with was to fuck in a cemetery. Not out in the open, but in the bathroom. For those unfamiliar with the bathrooms there, most burial sites have a men's and women's room not in the main building but back where they keep the tractors and backhoes - the maintenance shed. Don't ask why I know this, I just do. No one but workers around, so off we went. SP was much more nervous than I. But I get turned on by public and semi-public sexual acts. This actually helped with me maintaining my hard-on. In the bathroom was one large stall and one urinal. The stall locked, so in we went. SP was not so sure of this, but my confidence helped him through it. He got down and sucked my dick and got me hard and wet. I told him to pull down his fucking pants. He hesitated. "Do it!", I said. I've been around enough tops to talk the talk. The pants went down and he bent over, like a good boy. I lined up with just his spit, but he insisted it wasn't enough and asked me to spit on my own cock. I hit the target like a pro and pushed in. SP grimaced a little, and rightfully so. I am a little thick and I won't claim to have the most finesse or technique. I also didn't have time on my side. Now or never, baby. "It hurts", I was told. I told him to shut up and take it. I know from his past, he can take dick much bigger than my own. His ass felt great, but I wasn't taking anyone's cherry. He knew what he wanted, he knew I was going to give it to him. Maybe somewhere, he thought I would just jack off and cum, since I wasn't built to top per se. But here I was, at full mast and pushing in and pulling back like I was used to it all my life. The hole felt great. Warmth and resistance. A place for a deposit. Yeah, we could hear workers on the other side of the cinder block walls, but I wasn't too worried. Yeah, we heard someone flush on the woman's side too, but again, it didn't stop me or slow me down, though we both kept our verbals to a minimum - which I hate to do while having sex............but you gotta do what you gotta do. He begged for my cum and of course the irony is, I was fully hard and could have fucked for another 30 minutes. But it is public sex and one doesn't have those kind of luxuries. SP was a little nervous about someone walking in, at least that's my take and it's legitimate. There were few barriers from the entrance to the stall, no chance to hide quickly (i.e., someone standing on the toilet seat; only showing one set of feet in the stall). I quickened my pace and focused on the task at hand.....or in ass. And I shot. I shot a three day load into his guts and he took it like a champ. I stayed in until I was all done and he kept it there. I was ok to go, but he told me to suck his cock off. I wasn't quite expecting that. You know how guys are - once they cum, they can be done. And I figured, I was the top this time, I didn't have to, but he really pressed it. He stroked and as I was bending down to take it, he was getting ready to pump his nut off. I took it all like a good cocksucker. Oddly enough, that's what I ended up being after all my bravado of topping. I still took the load like I always do. I buttoned up and told him I'd meet him outside by the car and walked out the door. I just was looking at the graves so close to the bathrooms. If they only knew what went on a few feet from their eternal space. I dropped SP off to do whatever he was to do - and all with my little swimmers in him. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... posted an ad on craigslist announcing i was sucking anonymous cock in my hotel room (you know the scene...me blindfolded, naked, hotel room door open with the lights down low...step inside, unzip, dump your load, zip up and leave - all without saying a word). had 3 guys stop by and drained their nuts. the second guy was a young latin stud...lean body with an especially hard slim 8 inch cock that a cat couldn't scratch. gave him extra special treatment and ended up having his big thick creamy load sprayed in my face, down my throat, and dripping from my lips and chin. mmmmmm....very nice! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... In this day of the internet and phone apps, hooking up has gotten very easy. However, I was out of town this past weekend and evidently went back in time ad I got my ass fucked the old fashioned way: rest stop and bathhouse. First up was the rest stop. I was heading back to the airport on Sunday and I was still out in the boonies when I decided I needed a pit stop. So I pulled in to a lovely rest area— one which had a nature trail and overlook. As I was parking, I noticed a guy get out of his car and head onto the trail. I followed. We got to the overlook, a couple crotch grabs and we were heading off trail for some fun. Dude was older and had 7 inches of meat— rock hard and a big mushroom head. I sucked him for awhile, then he sucked me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He was game. So I dropped trou, slicked up with spit, and took his cock. Two minutes later he was filling my butt with his seed. We then zipped up and went our separate ways. As I still had time to kill before my later flight, I did a google search and discovered the city I was heading to had a bathhouse. So I went. It was not horribly busy, but I managed to suck many cocks— only got 4 to cum in my mouth. But they did include a hot ginger cub and a guy with a cock so thick I could barely get the head in my mouth. I did ask big cock guy to fuck me, but he declined. I was also sucked a LOT and had my ass eaten several times while I was fellating others. I still managed to get 3 cocks in my ass that afternoon (and 2 loads) which was quite a feat given the lack of talent and the fact that everyone there seemed to be all about sucking. First fuck was an older guy with a bad toupe/combover. I really couldn’t tell. But he had a nice, thick 6.5” dick. He got me back to his room and fucked me like a champ for like 20 minutes. All angles and positions. He fid wear a condom, And eventually pulled out and came on my ass. Meh. Second guy was in the glory hole booths. I had just finished sucking off a guy, and when he left, this sawed-off Latino dude takes his place at the hole. Big 7.5 inch cock sticks through and I suck the hell out of it. After 5 minutes he pulls back, leans down and tells me he wants to come to my booth to fuck my mouth. I told him I’d rather he fucked my ass. He came over and told me to get him good and wet. I did. Then he told me he was gonna fuck me. Hard. He spun me around and shoved in roughly. Because of our height difference I had to really squat down. But shit if he didn’t grab my hips and try to hurt me with his dick! I was facing the door of the booth an doing my best to keep my balance and not cry out with each slam into my asshole. Then I noticed a little light coming through one of the glory holes and realized we were giving a show to someone in the next booth. They may even have been filming it. Hung Latino guy didn’t last long and soon I was feeling his dick spasming inside me. So I milked him— he love that! Shortly after that, I found another older gentleman with an 8 incher in the steam room. After sucking him awhile I said I’d love to take him up my ass. We went back to his room and I rode his cock til he flooded my guts, then I came all over his chest. He licked all that up then we went to shower. Of course it was then time for me to think about leaving— just when the place was starting to get more clients. Oh well. Maybe next time I’m in town I can take a few more loads. As it was, my ass was quite full for my flight home. More...