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To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a bud's glory hole, was enjoying his warm mouth when a young Latino walked in. He stripped, and began to rub my back and ass. His fingers slid down to my hole, where I pulled him off and said, "No" He then began to rub my balls and ask how I liked the mouth that was sucking my cock. I told him it was great, and began to unload in my cocksucker. I pulled out, got dressed, and began to walk away. Latino began to follow me, and I said, "Go back and get your cock sucked. He gives great head." He told me, "We don't do that" I thought, "Hmm, whatever" Then he asked me if I were married, and if I were "clean" I replied no and yes respectively, but couldn't figure out what either question had to do with anything, especially if he had no intention of getting his cock sucked. I wonder what those do when they're together. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a gang bang last night. Went into the room, and the tattooed furry muscle bottom was in the sling. I bent down and began to lick his hole. All I tasted was cum. He told me he had eight loads in him. I shoved my cock in his face and made him suck my cock. When I got hard, I moved around to his hole. His hole was unbelievably slick and smooth. I could feel all those other loads in his hole, and it was amazing. I bent down and began to kiss him. He was asking for my load, telling me, "Breed that ass, sir" and "Dump that load in me" Who was I to refuse. I dumped a six day load in that hot hole, and pulled out to let the next stud breed that hot ass. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I was going out of my mind with the need to ejaculate. I've spent a week on a jury, with another to go, having to work at night. During breaks on the jury I'll check my phone-- shamelessly using the free wi-fi in the courthouse to check out Scruff and Grindr to see who's downtown-- and have found that Ultra Meat has taken to sending me almost daily reports of how he's currently beating off looking at my pictures, or is now constantly fantasizing about swallowing my cum (he hasn't even let me cum in his mouth yet), telling me I'm hot as fuck and better than my pictures, yadda yadda. So several times a day during the grind I'm exchanging dirty texts that get my precum flowing, with a guy whose mere phone number is giving me a semi lately. And meanwhile, every minute my clueless nuts are churning out more useless cum that I can't find the proper ass or mouth for, clogging my ducts and practically backing up into my brain. Couple that with the crisp fall weather, which always makes me want to fuck nonstop, and pretty much every male ass that walks by looks like a shining beacon of pleasure to me. My family guests are back this weekend for a few days, but I have a lot of catch-up work to do, so I sent them out on their own. While working I cruised a bit for someone to cum in without any avail-- it's a beautiful day here so everyone is certainly out enjoying it, and Saturdays are hard anyway. And then during a lunch break on Grindr I saw a cocksucker I've been with a few times here in NYC who is always game to help me out. He lives in the neighborhood, though on the other side, so it was maximally easy to go over, get off, and come back and work. This guy precums like a faucet when he blows me, even if he's not hard-- and he's not always hard the whole time, but he's clearly having the time of his life, going into a kind of religious trance. He's very responsive. If I touch both sides of his face simultaneously, or his ears, or flick his nipples, his whole body goes slack, he moans, and a stream of clear nectar runs out of his dick-- it's very entertaining for a top to have such a sensitive bottom. His body is really not that great, though; he's very soft and while he's cute enough he's not much of a looker. But he's a good guy and I like his beard and his dark hair and his love of dick. I forgot that he doesn't swallow, though. I'd promised him a big load and that's exactly what he got-- I came like crazy in his mouth, and I thought I was giving him plenty of warning that I was close-- and who can ignore those signs of the cock that somehow grows an extra quarter inch, is pushing out its veins in a rigid excited network, is slippery with fluid from the prostate, and has a hole that is suddenly gaping and ready? He must have been deep in his trance, because I felt like my dick was going to shoot off like a bottle rocket. But he gagged when I started unloading, and seemed a little freaked, and after four big jets he spat me out in a rather unsightly gelatinous white glob plastered all over my own pubes. I jerked myself to get the rest out, apologizing profusely. "It's OK, I was just surprised," he said, looking a little queasy and scared, and then he looked at my thick load with an appraising, wary eye, and said "Wow, you really *did* cum a lot." I cleaned up and we chatted a bit; he was in a new apartment that is huge but narrow, and no longer has roommates. I pretty much had to go, so there was only a bit of chitchat while I got dressed. I wish I could have found a new guy to cum in today, but if I'd held this in through next week too I would be out of my fucking mind. Ultra Meat says he wants to try to get me to cum three times in a row though-- he wants me to "dump my load over and over" in his own paraphrased words... I just might turn him into a cum freak yet. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Rawtop has reported that porn pup Dick Damonson was found dead in his New York apartment earlier this week. Dick was a cute little Marine (so I've read) who played in some Treasure Island Media videos, notably closing one of TIM's best videos ever, Fuckholes 2, with some sizzling group action where he and Marcelo Masko entertain a gang of determined tops. Rawtop actually fucked little DD on a couple of occasions and blogging about those New York liasons makes for some interesting reading. It's thought by some that the death may have been drug-related and I'm sure that's the story circulating around bars in Manhattan and San Francisco, but as far as I can tell, that's still only a rumor. With the recent death of mainstream pornstar Erik Rhoads of a heart attack brought on by steroid medication, one hopes that a third pornstar's imminent passing remains limited to idle chatter and conjecture. These things don't necessary go in threes. Rest in peace, guy. In your short time on earth, you made a lot of us happy and the world a better place. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here A couple of years ago I had a hot Latino man send a note asking about giving him head. I said yes, and went over to his condo. At the time it was across town, but my office has moved closer... Last week he sent me an email asking for a repeat. Our timing was off, but then he said that he was home today and needed to unload. I headed over as quick as my feet would carry me. Getting to his place, we went up and he was already hard before my knees hit the carpet. Uncut, curve down and a pink head dripping precum already. I know from past experience that he can cum buckets, and he told me that he wanted to have me edge him a bit before taking any video of his load. No need to ask me twice. I was swallowing his entire cock and playing with his balls. He is just the right size and thickness to fill my throat and just keep impaling. And of course, that is what we did! He was moaning and holding my head to keep his cock buried. After a couple of minutes he sat on the bed and leaned back. I scooted up between his legs and took over the deep throat blow job. He told me that I had him close. At that point he reached for the video camera. I swallowed his cock to the base and face fucked myself until he let me know it was about to blow. Standing up, he told me to lick his balls. Being the obedient cock sucker, I went for those cum filled nuts. With him stroking a few times it was time - and he shot a thick white glob of sperm right on my cheek. The next few volleys added to the volume and I could not help smiling at the feeling of that hot fresh load. Mouth open, he fed a bit more to me directly. To be sure I had it all, I milked his cock and was rewarded with a few extra drops of that nectar. After he drained onto my tongue I told him to keep the camera rolling. Using my fingers I scooped a thick mound of baby batter into my mouth. HOT, Sweet cum! He was grinning from ear to ear as I ate the rest of his load. Using his finger, he made sure that every last ounce of his juice found it's way onto my tongue. Next time he promises to edge all morning, and then feed me a more massive load. Stay tuned... Oh, and by the way I will be in Amsterdam and Berlin for a month. Updates may be delayed till I can get to a computer, but I will be taking video anywhere I can. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Tumblr seems to be where the action is. Check out this post. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... http://www.natureworldnews.com/articles/125/20120821/protein-in-semen-acts-on-brain-and-triggers-ovulation.htm So while this study is all about heterosexual mating, it wouldn't suprise me if proteins in semen have a direct biological effect on the neurology of the bottom receiving seed. I've been told the cum "high" I get from taking loads is entirely "in my head", but I have felt for a while that there is a direct link to the depositing of hot raw semen. Perhaps one day, science will catch up and do experiments on queer sexuality as well, but until then.. Time for more experimentation and data collection. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... You know there’s an old adage: sex is like pizza— even when it isn’t good, it’s still pizza. Well, I wish I could say this were true, but alas. Not always. Saturday night I went out with friends, and when I got home I was a bit buzzed and horny. So I got online. I soon found a willing top who was looking to travel. He wanted someone to “worship his 7x6 dick”. I told him I would as long as he let my ass worship it to get the load. He was all about that. So I invited him over. I should have known something was up when I answered my door an he is standing in my hallway in boots, biking shorts an a harness. With his cock out. Um— security cameras?? Anyway, we got down to the “worshiping” and he turned into a very bossy top. “Suck my cock— no, lower. And work my nipples! Too hard on the left one!! Put your arms here.” Etc. I did my best to oblige him, but he obviously wanted to just park his cock all the way down my throat. That’s it. And he wasn’t getting very hard. Eventually we moved to my bed (we were on my couch first) and we started fucking. Only he couldn’t stay hard. An he kept wanting me to go ass to mouth and work his nips to get him hard. Which never quite worked. So he’s basically pushing rope and I’m trying my best to please him with gentle, consistent nipple play, but it isn’t working. Eventually he says he wants to fuck me while I lay face down in the floor, legs together. We tried. It didn’t work. So he straddled me and jacked off. An jacked off And jacked some more. After 15 minutes of this I just told him to get off of me and that “this” obviously wasn’t working for either of us. He got dressed quietly and headed home. Leaving me quite unfulfilled. Worst. Pizza. Ever. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here For whatever reason, Superstar Satellite Video, the landmark institution of SF's Castro Village, is conducting its 'Closing - Everything Must Go' sale. This may or may not be the end of Satellite Video, as it may choose to relocate to another location, but somehow I don't think that's in the cards. It may be closing because of rising rents...all of San Francisco is on the upswing these days with a lot of commercial and residential development finally getting the cash to move forward. But somehow, I don't think a rent increase would be a big enough reason for the store to close. And though, I dropped in on a Wednesday, a day when most of the business conducted in the Castro would be local business rather than weekend or tourist trade, the place was as quiet as a tomb. The local guys weren't rushing to Superstar Satellite to snap up dvd bargains. No, it was more like nobody gave a shit. I'd have to admit that if this had happened a couple of years ago, or maybe even last year, I would have dedicated hours going through the inventory, looking for videos to add to my library..specifically a pozapalooza video of a road trip with porn pups Ethan Sexxtin and Tim Tyler getting in on with a poz daddy master, picking up white trash toxic hitchhikers and fucking away the daylight hours at the infamous old Coral Sands Motel on the shadier side of Hollywood. But do you know what? I don't give a shit either. In fact, this year I've sold more porn than I've actually bought. This landmark video store's closing is actually the closing of an era. The porn business has been done in by streaming videos, websites like X-tube and ********, tumblr and the i-pad. A new age of amateur porn is upon us...a lot of it, most of it...is crap, but enough of it is good enough, despite the limitations of the i-pad. I think the dvd will be around for a few more years; the cheap production costs make for enormous mark-up potential, but eventually it will go the way of the VHS, prized still but by collectors and porn archivists like myself. Subscription websites will be the next to go, they'll drag on for a few more years. The future will be in the free, amateur or personal websites and blogs. But if you're one of those into collecting, I suspect the Super Satellite - and I don't even know if that's the official name anymore, I used to be such a loyal customer I stopped paying attention - will die its lingering death through the end of the month, so you still have time to get down there and go through their impressive inventory with a lot of vintage stuff and esoteric material that will only get lost on the internet. For those of you unfamiliar with SS video, the sale could worth a trip to SF...it's in the heart of the Castro...the 400 block of Castro between Market and 18th Street. R.I.P. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... During the Folsom streetfair, I eat the ass of this really hot muscled black guy that is friends with Jake. A few days after, he friended me on facebook, and told me that he was going to be in town. He told me that he wanted my ass. I informed him that my ass was under lock and key. "Who has the key? Jake? Well, I'll just have to ask him then." I fucking swear, a minute later, I get a text message from Jake, telling me that his buddy from Folsom wanted my ass, and that he wants me to bottom for him and get pictures to send him. The day came, and I went to Faultline for beerbust to hang out with him for a bit, it really just ended up as us making out the entire time. We drove back to his place, and his sweet demeanor was gone. He became very dominant, i was gagging on his dick. Then he had me get on my hands and knees, and he ate my sweaty and hairy hole, I hit the poppers, and he added some SPUNKLUBE to his ass and my hole. His dick has a mean curve to it, but I did my best to take it. I kept hitting the poppers as he used my hole. He took some pics of it to send Jake, and he flipped me on my back, we kissed and i pulled his nipples, and squeezed my hole around his dick, then he drove his dick all the way in. Making me throw my head back, "LOOK AT ME!! DONT TAKE YOUR FUCKING EYES OFF OF ME!!!" he demanded, he drove his dick in me, and i kept looking at him, I begged for him to unload inside me. "You want my sperm huh, think you deserve it, you really want my sperm?" He kept fucking, I kept squeezing my hole on his cock, and soon, he unloaded deep in my hole. He stayed in me, and i squeezed my dick and moved my ass up and down on his dick, while i tweaked his nipples. His dick slid out and he took a few pictures while felching my hole. He hugged me and told me, "Yeah, I can see why you are Jake's boy." More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I don't often hook up this much, but today was three for three this week; after last night's disappointment I really wanted to throw a good raw fuck with a full seeding finish. I'm gonna be out of commission for the next couple of weeks as I'm stuck on a jury all day and evenings belong to my partner, so I couldn't let that be my last hookup until after that all blows over. I found a little round-assed Italian guy on BBRTS-- a site that is largely useless for finding bareback sex, truth be told; there's a lot more everywhere else-- who liked my schlubby body shot and asked me to come to him in Tribeca to eat him out and drill him good. He's 5'7, perfect ass, cute little body, much too pretty in the face for my tastes but you can do worse than that. I hopped on the train and he buzzed me up to an insanely huge, fancy apartment full of classic high modernist furniture. This kid is 29 or so... something seemed fishy that he was in a place like this, but who knows, maybe he inherited it. There were pictures of him on the wall in the bedroom. His little body looked great in his clothes. His hair was laquered just so. It was time to fuck. He asked how long I had once we were in the bedroom. I said "As much time as you have," and he said he only had a half an hour. I wasn't sure if this was a kind of blowoff, so I asked if everything was cool, and he said, "It's more than cool, it's great." He had a vaguely abstracted air, though, and I wondered if he was high. We made out and I felt his sweet mounds through his pants and knew this was gonna be good. Unfortunately, he had some seriously rectal halitosis. Not strong, but definitely scented sourly. I bit into his neck and sucked his earlobe and realized it was his general pheromone chemistry. Some guys just have a body scent that to me smells realllly bacterial, even if they are clean. And he was one of them. But he was so hot, I tried to look past it. He pulled his pants down while I kneaded his lats and when I put my hands back on the buns, they were uncovered, warm, soft, and covered with short, light hairs. He moaned and moaned as I rubbed them and ran my hand down his thighs. I whipped out my tool and put him on his knees, and he sucked me till I was hard, with quite good skill, but didn't seem hugely into giving head. And I wasn't really there to get head anyway, I've had plenty of that; I wanted the ass. So I pulled him up and pushed him over the side of the bed; he was wearing a jockstrap that framed him nicely but didn't need it (I actually find jockstraps ridiculous, but I admit he looked mighty fine in it). I ate the fuck out of his ass, and halfway through he moaned "I *love* getting eaten out," and I kept gasping how much I loved it and how beautiful it was and how much I needed it. I honestly could have spent all day with my face down there. But I also had to get my dick in-- I didn't want to get myself too hot from the ass-eating to fuck him properly. So I stood up at the edge of the bed and put it at the hole, and he leaned back into me, and I slid right in. It was perfect inside, slick and warm, and I realized maybe I should have opted for a little more head, a little grinding maybe, to desensitize my dick a little. Because I wanted to cum right then and there; fucking a little guy like that with all those curves and bulges just makes my nerves scream and my brain pump hormones to my balls and make every cell in my body cry out for orgasm. So I pulled out, then gave him a few more slow deep full-length penetrations, all the way in and all the way out, and knelt back down to eat him out some more. My tongue fit in his hole now that I'd opened it, and his erection was gone-- bottoms, what is up with that? I ate him out some more while I reached up under him and tugged his nipples and he groaned and groaned. It was firing on all cylinders, he had me so turned on. I put it back in him, then fucked him onto the middle of the bed, and bent his right leg with my right knee, so our thighs were together, and his ass was cocked a little to the side, and I could watch my tool slide in and out while my hand rested in the flesh of his beautiful globular ass cheek. He looked back at me and down at my body and squired to indicate he wanted to be on his back. We turned him over without letting me pop out, and he pulled a pillow up under his ass with one hand, and I plowed him hard, resting all my body weight through my arms and hands onto his chest, then holding his hips and drilling and drilling. The body scent was a little overpowering, and he had an extremely noisy ass; the sounds of my dick slicing in and out were obscenely juicy. I felt my dick start to cum, so I stopped moving and kissed him, and felt some high-pressure goo force its way out in a stream. But the feeling passed, and I hoped I could fuck him good with the pressure off. But once I got back into a rhythm, I felt like I had to cum again. I had only been there maybe 15 minutes; this was pathetic. His body was built for fucking, and I couldn't last longer than the subway ride to get to him! But it had to be, I was gonna cum and there was nothing I could do about it, so I just plowed my way through it, slamming into him as I painted his insides with my genetic slime. I started laughing a little, but kept plowing away and he arched his back to let me, but then I felt myself going soft. So I slowed it down, and he looked in my eyes and said "Did it feel good?" and I said "Hell yeah it did." And laughed again and pulled out. I cleaned up a bit and was out fairly quickly. We only talked a little bit about what it's like to live in Tribeca-- which would be way too quiet for me. At the door I told him if I came back to fuck him I could last longer, and he said sure, and I patted his tight little belly and trotted down the stairs, still a little in mourning for the ass I could have enjoyed a bit longer. Did I mention I fucking love ass? God, I love ass. I love it. Anyway, hopefully this will entertain you till I'm back. Or maybe I'll fuck someone on the jury! There's two cute guys... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... If you'd asked me this morning to write an essay about all the worst qualities I can imagine in a bottom, I would have basically described the guy I tried to fuck tonight. His pictures showed a very nice tight young body (he's 29), smooth and muscular like a dancer's, and a nice face, a little boyish and red/blond for me but nice. He hit me up and we quickly decided we'd like to fuck, but he said no raw, and I initially said no. But then I decided I really just wanted the feeling of manhandling a meaty body and thrusting my hips against it, even more than I wanted to feel slippery meat in a slippery hole. So I changed my mind, and told him I'd put a rubber on for him and ran over-- he was a 15 minute walk away. It was a beautiful clear evening, with fluorescent pink clouds in the darkening sky, and that brisk air that lets you know autumn is really here. I felt great. And he opened the door, wearing a pair of red long underpants that showed off his meaty thighs and perfect ass to great effect. I felt golden. But it was downhill from there. He was fairly thin-lipped so the kissing was not what it could have been, though he made up for it in enthusiasm; he really seemed into getting with me, and I liked that. His dick was visibly hardening in his underpants and it was very big. I groped his body while we made out and his musculature was perfectly taut; amazing young body. But then he ground into me and started wagging his hips back and forth in an extremely ridiculous manner, rubbing his thickening boner against mine through our clothes, back and forth, back and forth. But the wagging motion was so completely unsexy, it started annoying me; it felt like something fourteen-year-olds might have discovered in the rec room and did every time they got together. I pulled away from him, thrust my hand between his legs, and cupped up under that heartbreakingly hot ass, kneading his buttocks and thighs, feeling every curve. He made encouraging sounds and kept diving his mouth at mine. But then he pulled me back to him and did more of that stupid wagging, with an equally unsexy boyish grin on his face, reminding me absurdly of a Charlie Brown character singing Loo Loo Loo Loo Loo Loo Loo in the Christmas Special. He asked for the poppers I brought (Jacked Jack had left them here; that reminds me, I should look him up again and see if he'll let me fuck him this time), and I told him I had them, and asked if we could go to the bedroom. So we did. I led him to the edge of the bed and he kept squirming and moving in various directions; not sure what he was trying to do. I turned him around so I could see his ass, and pushed his back to signal for him to bend over. And he did, with his legs pushed together and wiggled like a woman. Ugh. I pushed him harder so he would lay on the bed with his ass in the air, and he finally got the message. His big fat dick hung down, hard and topped with a mouth-wateringly beautiful glans, and his balls with heavy, round, and fuzzy. The ass was unbelievable. The room was cramped and awkwardly laid out but I found space to hunker down and stick my face in it. He made lots of hungry noises, and I kept expressing my delight at having this beauty to feast on, but after maybe a minute he flipped over without any warning, and beat off with his legs sort of crossed at the ankle, and told me he wanted my dick. I put it in his face and he gave me awful, awful, AWFUL head-- basically gripped it with both hands and jerked up and down with his mouth sort of around my dickhead, but I was left with the odd sensation of feeling absolutely nothing even though he was completely trashing my bone with vigorous motions. Awful, awful head! I was losing my hard-on. So I hopped on top of him-- his stomach was so tight, his legs so beautiful, I figured rubbing up against him would get my hardon back. He yelped and yelped as if he was having the time of his life, but invested even more energy in beating himself off, basically pushing us apart, and flailing more with the kissing and body-wiggling. I pushed his thighs back down to the bed to make him raise his dick up against mine, pressing down on him with my full body weight, and he said "I want that dick!" But he basically was wrestling me off him again with all the crazy flailings he was making. This was incredibly disheartening. I don't know why God would create such a high-octane body, built for fucking, and populate it with such a complete sexual ninny. I flipped him over again so I could eat him out some more, and he let me go a little longer this time, but he felt extremely, extremely tight. I tried getting some fingers in to see how this was going to go-- I was gonna have to fuck this with a rubber!-- and fingering his prostate seemed to make him go wild. "Stop, or you're going to make me cum," he said, fisting his tool like a seventh grader at sleepaway camp. I wanted to say, "Stop masturbating and you might be able to last a little longer with me." But I didn't. I kept trying to loosen him up, but he would loosen then tighten, losen then tighten, even though he was doing hit after hit of poppers. "I don't want your finger, I want your dick!" he said. Pushy! One more round of rimming had me hard enough to get a rubber on and try to push my way in. But he kept the thrashing, was too tight, and I lost my erection again. We did a few more rounds of this and that but I gave up. "Not gonna work," I said. "Let's just beat off then," he said, seemingly unfazed, and got back in the supine, legs crossed position, jiggling away at his erection. I got on him again, we did more silly humping-- I felt like I was trying to ride a drunk seal-- and I said, "Let me try one more time. Have you got another rubber?" He did, I got it on, I tried to force my way in, he had a little pinhole down there, it was useless. I got on top of him again and just basically humped him till I came, utterly done with this nonsense. "Are you cumming?" he asked, as a pint of milk spilled all over his groin. "Yeah," I said, rearing back to jerk out the last few spasms. "OK now let me cum," he said, very matter of factly, and he did. Total failure. I slapped him on his gooey belly and said "Sorry man! Can I wash up a little?" And headed unceremoniously to the bathroom. "Oh it's ok," he said, still like some kind of puppy. We talked a little about the apartment and stuff like that as I got dressed but I left pretty quick, very annoyed. It's hard to know before you hook up what someone is like in bed. You never know what you're gonna get, as Forret Gump said. Somehow I think Forrest Gump would have been a better lay than this! Oh well, I'll make some more cum tomorrow and try again. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here After a long day at work I needed some down time and my daily gym workout and cardio. I headed to the gym, and took care of the cardio portion. Worked out and sweaty, I headed back to the locker room. As I had stepped off of the treadmill I saw a hot business man going to the locker room. Grabbing my towel and stripping off my sweat soaked jock, I saw him in the glass reflection. He was stripping down and putting on a towel...hmmmm, he might be hitting the steam room. I stepped out of my jock and threw my towel around my waist and headed straight for the steam. Someone was already sitting there, so I just dropped my towel and sat down. Now, most guys will sit there with a towel wrapped around them but I figure that if we are not sharing it with females then I can let it all hang out...and it makes the hunting much easier. Just as I thought, the hot business man walked in and sat to the other side of me. I looked over and saw a swimmer's build with salt 'n pepper hair on his chest. He also had that sexy salt 'n pepper thick hair on his head. His towel was basically still wrapped around his waist. The first guy got up and left, but then in walked a middle aged Italian guy that I have seen before, and had even taken a load or two from his cock. OK - no problem, I thought. I already noticed that the salt 'n pepper was looking around out of the corner of his eye. Taking my initiative, I stood up bare assed and walked to the shower. I took a real quick rinse and walked back. Of course, I made sure I was semi hard and let the businessman see my pierced cock bouncing. I sat back down and watched the other two guys. As I said, the Italian was a given so it was a matter of whether the business man was interested. Catching him looking over, I decided it was a good time to be sure my PA was still there...I pulled my cock and adjusted the ring. Letting my cock drop down, it was thicker than before and he noticed. Now that I had his attention, I let nature take it's course. As the blood flowed to my shaft and thickened it, I looked over at the Italian. He knew what could happen and just looked back. I grabbed my cock again to adjust it and let it lay across my thigh and that was the end of it...the business man definitely saw and his cock started to get hard. Once I knew it was a done deal, I reached over and grabbed his cock. Meeting no resistance, I then leaned over and took his fully hard 8 inches in my mouth and swallowed to the base. Right away I could tell that was what he liked, and I just kept going. To get out of the door, I scooted over and told the salt 'n pepper stud to follow. He scooted down, and I went back to work. We all knew to keep an eye out, and I was able to spend a couple of minutes going down on his cock over and over. He stopped me a couple times as he got closer to cumming. After each pause, I would grab his cock and deep throat until his balls were hitting my chin and he would get harder and thicker. I told him that I wanted to taste his load before he left. From the smile and his nod, I knew it was going to be mine. He stood up and wanted to sit between me and the Italian. We all sat closer and grabbed each others cock. As he stroked the third, I also leaned over and pulled his cock into my mouth. It was not long before Italian was close. While he pumped away on his shaft I leaned over offered my hand to catch his load. Knowing what I wanted, he kept jacking. Then it was time for the cum....thick, white and he let it flow out of his cock into my hand. Once he was spent, I pulled my hand to my mouth and ate half of his cum - the rest I offered to salt 'n pepper business man. He licked the rest of the load off my hand. Now it was his turn. He stroked a bit more, and told me that he was about to cum. I leaned over and put my mouth over his head as it erupted. Volley after volley of cum shot onto my tongue and filled my mouth. I swallowed the first few spurts and he kept cumming. After I came up and could still taste his sweet load, he stroked and more came oozing out. I swooped down and licked up that extra cum and cleaned off the tip of his cock. To be sure I did not miss a drop, I licked around the head and down the shaft. The Italian left the steam room, and it was just the two of us. He reached over and returned the favor by stroking my cock. After tasting two loads, and with his spunk still coating my mouth it was not long before I erupted all over his hand and the floor. We both used the shower to do a quick clean up, and then sat back down to enjoy the relaxing steam. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He had had a bad day. Work wasn't going right. Bank was fucking things up for him. He got a speeding ticket, which set him back $150. ...and he was horny. He needed something to take his mind off his bad day. He needed a distraction. He needed to get off. I was the brief relief. Early 40s, 5'10", maybe 180. The guy had a shorn head and a well trimmed salt & pepper beard. He seemed soft spoken at first - and at times during - but overall, he became somewhat dominant, demanding, verbal and well, he was a man in need who had a bad day. He immediately pushed me to my knees. I went willingly, of course. I sucked his smallish cock, which was still semi-hard. After fully getting it up, he was a respectable 6.5" and not really wide girth. But that is not to matter. He had needs. I had needs. I was there to fulfill his. He didn't really care if he fulfilled mine. Sucking was not true foreplay. He made it clear he wanted to pump, dump & go. First it was me bent over a desk. He went right in, no easing, no testing the waters. He plunged right in, all the way in. Going by his groans and words, it seemed to be just what he needed and he liked. For me, it was fucking heaven. Pressed between the desk and his cock, I had nowhere to go other than where he wanted me. We were both where we wanted to be. I won't say the angle was great, mostly for him. As he was 4-5" shorter than I was, there was only so far I could bend over that desk. The 30" height left us limited in his leverage and the power he wanted to exert. At first, he pulled out and sat in a chair. I went down to suck him, but he really wanted me to sit on his lap and take the cock. The way the arms of the office chair were, that wasn't going to happen....so down on the floor I went, shoulders down; ass up. This worked much better for him and invariably, much better for me. The man was merciless in his fuck. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but he wasn't carrying if I did, or if I even liked it or thought it felt good. This was about fucking, cumming and going. I knew that when we first conversed on-line. Ten minutes later, his breathing was telling me we were nearing the end. Sure enough, he howled and spewed his load deep into my ass. He stayed in, I stayed down, and we let time and nature have him deflate and slide out of me. No abrupt pulling out, more chance of his load staying in me, than being pulled back with his withdraw. The guy moved around and I leaned up and licked him clean. He threw on his pants and shirt and was gone five minutes later. Cum, Blow & Go. All according to plan. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I went to Soho to get some quick relief. I was out of town for the long weekend and have family visiting now, so I haven't gotten off since last week. On Monday I got a note from a guy I used to fuck the living hell out of in the town I used to live in-- once I plowed him for two hours straight, until we were both dizzy and exhausted with pleasure, until I finally unloaded down his throat. He was really the ideal bottom for me-- short, average looking in the face but very muscular and tight, hairy, huge dick for a little guy, ass that would make you cry, and able to take a pounding like a champ. Absolutely velvety and slick inside; the relentless desire to continue the in-and-out with him would almost drive me crazy, but I couldn't stop and never wanted to cum because the fucking was too good. He said he was going to be in town for a couple of days and wanted me in him again for old time's sake. It was very nice to hear from him after all these years, so of course I wanted to get with him, but timing was tricky with the visitors. As it turned out the only time I had free, Wednesday afternoon, his phone went out and he wasn't getting reception. So I missed out on prime ass-- I can't stress how awesome a bottom this guy is-- and it left me insanely horny with no outlet that day. Ultra Meat hit me up again while I was waiting to hear from Ideal Bottom but I put him off. (I'm pretty thrilled to have this stud constantly after my tool, but I can't do him every week; I just can't.) The very rough bottom from a while back suddenly favorited me on Daddyhunt yesterday, so I sent him a quick little jokey note asking why I wasn't his favorite before. He wrote back a rather bitchy reply-- the last time he hit me up for more dick, I'd honestly told him I would like to get together again sometime, but I'm a bad fuck buddy, just a big whore, and I like to space out repeats. He took great offense at this (I wasn't calling *him* a whore!) but I thought maybe he forgot about it and was signalling a desire to get together again. Apparently not. This time he told me he didn't appreciate what I'd said before, that I was extremely rude, and then asked if I wanted him to paint my apartment as he was hurting for work. Dudes be crazy! I was out of my mind with a week's worth of cum backing up to my eyeballs and could not take this. So today I felt fortunate to be hit up right away in the morning by a really handsome Arab with a sweet slender body covered with soft, straight hair who wanted to suck all the cum out of me. I should have been working-- I have jury duty tomorrow and am *always* picked, it's a curse, so I have a lot to do before I vanish for however long-- but honestly at that point all I cared about was getting sucked off and cumming in someone hot. So I abandoned work and ran over. He was even more handsome in person, very warm and open face, but his kisses were a little wooden so the chemistry was a bit off. He seemed to genuinely want to suck me though, so I whipped it out soft and he got on his knees and had me hard right away-- this was a beautiful silky mouth with an intelligent tongue. I pulled my pants off and kicked back on his bed and he positioned himself between my legs like a praying supplicant and beautifully serviced me; I repeatedly had to tell him to slow down so I wouldn't cum too fast. I had him take his clothes off and his waist was very thin, his back a graceful arching arabesque, and his haunches thick and meaty, though his shoulders were rather narrow. He had a neat Arabic tattoo on his neck and some symbols going up his arm. I cradled his closely buzzed head while he luxuriated in my groin. He was a real beauty, a natural, nut-brown body with thick protruding nips; a nice change from the big meaty guys I've been getting with lately. But when I pushed him back and mounted him to grind against him, he didn't respond physically-- he kept beating off, a behavior I don't like much in a bottom, and his kissing was lackluster, though he made a lot of excited grunting noises, and I felt a little disappointed, and my erection deflated a bit. So I sat back and got him back on point-- no sense in making him do other stuff than what he clearly wanted to focus on. I have this weird thing where if I am sucked too well while I'm not fully hard, it actually makes me cum faster than if I'm steely and throbbing. It felt so fucking good in his mouth that I felt the cum rising even though I had shrunk down to rubbery. I fought back the pleasure and felt my pole stiffen because of the closeness of the orgasm, but I couldn't will myself away from the edge completely, and as I was hardening and starting to throb, cum came shooting out with no way to stop it. He loved it and whimpered and sucked, delighting in each spurt on his tongue and never letting up on my dickhead. It was a huge load and he'd only been at me for maybe 20 minutes. He pulled off and ran to the bathroom-- I guess he wasn't the swallower he claimed to be! It's a little sad to hear my sweet babynectar being spat into a sink across the room, but I'd gotten what I needed, in the end, and was really irresponsible for playing hooky like this on a busy day just to get my fuckin rocks off. So I dressed while he cleaned up. "That was a HUGE load," he said admiringly, and I laughed and told him, "I don't lie." He seemed pretty happy. His apartment was very nice, a little studio with exposed brick and very spare furnishings, very tidy. I wish the chemistry had been a bit better. It's a beautiful day and I love walking in soho, but as I hurried back to the subway I felt a little disappointed. But sometimes you just need some quick relief. More...

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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He claimed to be mixed race, but if he was, then I'm full-on hispanic. Still he had a nice body. 5"11", 170, 8.5 thick thick inches. ...but I'm ahead of myself. I was in a seaside California town, keeping eastern daylight hours, so I was wide awake at 03:00. What to do when you don't even have to be at breakfast until 09:00? Look on-line for cock. That's what. Jared was awake and looking also...and one-half mile from my hotel. I was worried he'd be all chat, as he liked to tease and just drop subtle hints via Scruff. I wasn't there to flirt. It was now 03:30 - this wasn't flirt time, this was play time. The good thing with Jared was, he was just getting up too. So many at that time are still up hitting the pipe or slamming, and that doesn't do it for me.....or being with guys like that. I thought since I had the hotel room, he'd come to me, but he had dogs and they'd howl and wake his roommate if he left. Half a mile, what did I care, I got in the car and went. I found the house with little trouble and was in the door and in his room in a matter of minutes. His pics did not lie and actually he was better looking in person. ...and he had to piss. He'd been holding it until I got there. We hadn't discussed piss, but I was in a mood and I was game. Into his bathroom he went. He played with my tits a bit and then got my on my knees, like a good boy. It took him a minute, but it seemed longer. While not pee shy, he had to work up to start the stream. It was a nice steady, warm stream too. It went on for a long time and then of course it started to get stronger and stronger, in volume, pressure and smell. ..and taste. I "let" him piss on my chest and I then positioned myself so it hit my face, my beard, my lips, and then tongue. Overall I'm not a piss drinker, but as soon it was over, I immediately regretted not taking some of it to show him what a good boy I could be. But I stayed on my knees and took him in my mouth for other fluids. His cock filled out and it was a nice heavy piece of equipment. I did a good job sucking him, if his vocal responses were any indication - and I certainly liked having that cock in my mouth. At some point he thought he'd fuck me - which I was down with. I told him I hadn't prepped, but he didn't care. If he didn't, I didn't. ..and while he tried, he couldn't keep that big rod filled with blood to make it worth our while at four in the morning. I don't think he liked his straight roommate was somewhere asleep in the house, but fuck, don't invite me over then. No worries, I went right back to my knees. I tasted lube and my ass and still went down on him. He seemed to respond to the lips and tongue and in 10 minutes he was feeding me a load. Granted, it was not a big load, or even one with a lot of flavor, but getting a hot man off like that was what it was about. As we I was standing up, he asked if I wanted a towel to shower. Fuck that. I grabbed my shirt and pants - I was going to stride back into that hotel before dawn, with dried piss over me, sweat and a load on my breath. And I did. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Sunday the 23rd, after the Folsom Street Fair, Jake and I went back 'home' to take a nap. After the nap, we laid around, deciding if we would go to the party, or stay napping in each other's arms. Our piggy sides won out, just barely, and we got ready for the cockpit party. We got there, undressed, and Jake went to the restroom, in the meantime, I ended up flirting with this hot older guy, and soon, I wa nailing his furry ass. Jake came over kissed me and said "I turn my back for a minute, and you're already pounding some hole, GOOD FOR YOU!!!" Soon, I pulled out, and Jake was bent over a couch, and my dick was inside his furry ass, by "special buddy" sfsub(BBRT) was at the party, and we ended up taking turns fucking Jake's furry hole. Jake went and had his fun, which included getting fisted by a really buff black guy, fucking holes, and getting his fucked. He and I both bred Sfsub, and there were some hot muscle guys taking dicks blindfolded that I enjoyed fucking as well. Once again I ended up in Jake's hole, and I fucked his furry daddy ass until I seeded him deep. He wanted to cum one last time, and was looking for a bottom to dump his load in, i got sfsub, and gave him to Jake to use, I loved watching Jake enjoy his hole, and soon, Jake busted a huge cumload deep inside of him. We were about to leave, but there was a sexy as fuck rough trade looking white guy, who was very submissive, and i used his jockstrapped ass to dump another load. Jake and I left the party and went home, the final night of Folsom was over, and soon, it would be the painful return to reality. More...

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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I gave Folsom a pass this year. There were no performers who I wanted to see, and that's the only reason. Well, that...and also the fact that Treasure Island Media decided not to do anything this year. Last year, TIM hosted its fans with a party at the corporate offices...well, that's what I call it, on 9th Street, just a block off Folsom. I got there relatively late in the day, and I still had to wait a few minutes until I was OK'd by security to enter...a matter of the fire code; there were that many people...it was a success. Once I climbed up the stairs and reached the office, Brad McGuire had just shot a load up James Roscoe's butt...on the top of somebody's (not Paul Morris', I'll bet) desk, and there was some feeling up here and there among the fans, but nothing radical...and oh yeah, I recognized Paul Stag in the crowd, a cheap thrill if there ever was one. But there was nothing like that this year, so I didn't bother. But I did venture into the TIM domain on the Friday before for a meet-and-greet with TIM's newest star, John Dahl, whom we'll all be seeing in 'Fucktard,' the new video due out this month. There are a lot things going on here. First off, a fucktard is a guy who does incredbily stupid things in pursuit of self-gratification. The implication is that he knows better, and is going to risk endangerment or tragedy, anyway. Any old dumbass isn't necessarily a fucktard...he's just a dumbass. But a fucktard has to have sense of bravado, and he's going to engage in questionable, risky, taboo behavior because he wants to, or maybe because he just can't help himself. But that's just part of it. Formerly, what kind of risks were involved in getting fucked up the ass? Well, ah yeah, there was the risk to career, and to health, and to reputation, and of course, you could end up in jail. A lot has changed just within one generation, but there is still the risk of....yeah...HIV. Conversion...because HIV pozbottoms are beyond the risk issue...we're all going for broke for the time we have left. So, I think it's implicit that the alleged fucktards in the new video are all boys looking for the adrenalin shot that comes with doing something dangerous, something forbidden, something dangerous to one's health. They're not stupid but they can't help themselves either. I have no idea what John's HIV status is. We chatted a bit, and he's a genuinely nice guy. Shortish, meaty (not fat!), unassuming and masculine. He looks a bit more homespun in person than he does in the TIM promo where his muscles, physique, hairy blondeness and butchness in low cut wrestling gear, are all notably evident. The photographer also captured that quality of dumbness (fucktard!) that a lot of us find appealing, attractive, sexy. He looks like a dumbass Marine ready to take it up the ass. John Dahl is not a dumbass but I think he knows how to play one...the evidence is in the trailer where his shortness and stockiness, beautifully contoured head and nice feet, all come into play...he's a hotshit bottom, of course. So if TIM wants to build him up as this type of bottom character, I'm on board. I can't wait to see the video and more of John Dahl. It's so much more sexy when the bottom is smart but plays dumb. Remember, a fucktard is not necessarily stupid; he just does stupid (sexy?) things. Let's see where TIM goes with this. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... I posted on CL as a cumdump as usual. This new young guy wanted to come over and dump his load. Big cock and load. The usual scene. Another hot fuck! I know what guys want. All guys need to cum. They all need a hole. Whether it is sleazy pig tops that love to breed bottom cumwhores like me, ot regular guys who need a hole once in a while to cum, my hole is there for them. I have fucked many young guys in early 20s (youngest 19) who loved to breed my ass. They are begging to get into my slutty hole. They don't ask for condoms and even if they do, after I suck their cocks all they want is to stick in my ass, and when they do that there is no way back- they won't stop until they blow their nuts in my hole. Those are the best fucks. Young, dumb, and full of cum. Always hard and horny. Always raw. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Perhaps reliably, last night's marathon fuckfest uptown didn't happen. All afternoon we exchanged little texts about the assignation. He told me the general block he lives on so I could gauge how long it would take to get there. But we'd talked about me calling him after I was done with a volunteer stint in midtown. When I was done, I texted and called, and got no response. I waited around in the noirish drizzle in Midtown-- there's nothing going on there at night, and with the huge skyscrapers all around lit up with spotlights, their height disappearing into the foggy sky, I felt like I was in some kind of sinister thriller. I gave him 20 minutes and decided to go get something to eat, sticking around the area in case he came through-- he lives in Harlem. An hour later I was eating some mediocre lasagna in Hell's Kitchen and seeing who was around on Scruff and Grindr-- no one talks to me there, do people talk? And then, an hour after I was supposed to be fucking him, he calls and texts with the address, asking if I could also pick up some cigarettes on the way! I told him it was too late, I had already left and was eating (a small lie, but nothing is a bigger turnoff than flakiness). First he claimed he'd sent me the address and confirmed in the afternoon (he hadn't), then claimed he was "in a meeting" when I called him and didn't hear the phone-- who has meetings at 8:45pm?? I think he must do a lot of drugs. He seemed normal the times we talked on the phone and texted-- actually like a smart, cool person. But he was clearly making shit up. He finally said, "Another time, I hope," but I don't think so. This was doubly frustrating for me, because on and off all day I'd been involved in an extended dad/son fantasy chat on Manhunt with a very handsome young man, which left my pants gooey inside and my hands shaking. I was really looking forward to taking all that pent up horniness out on Flaky Harlem Muscle Guy, but it wasn't meant to be. Today, My Son hit me up yet again, looking for more nasty chat about my cum. I've got him begging me to cum inside him now, but I'm not sure if this is just fantasy or not-- he definitely sounds like other guys who have started out chaste and safe and end up begging me to ejaculate in them until it's coming out of their ears, so I'm optimistic it might turn into reality. But another day of chat with this extremely cute hairy guy was not helping my concentration any. And absolutely no one was biting today. So when I was hit up by UltraMeat-- with the very efficient msg "Service?"-- first I told him, "I'm really looking to fuck today." He said, "Aww please? I'll let you cum in my mouth." Something he didn't do last time. I decided it is insane that I let a guy like that beg and beg and turn him away, with a body like that, with a face like that, so beautifully sensual and eager-to-please. So I told him to come over now, and let me eat his ass this time. He showered quickly and was here in about 10 minutes. While I was sitting back against the pillows, watching this perfectly-built creature nurse away at my big fat dong, I was overwhelmed with temptation to photograph him with my meat in his mouth. It turns out he is black and puerto rican, with the best of both. But his nose is long and straight, actually rather sharp, which is one of my favorite facial traits-- a nose like that is like having a dick on your face, and it mesmerizes me, and neither blacks nor Latinos typically have it. Together with those sharp black eyebrows and the scruff on the chin and the clear brown skin, contrasting my pale wet dick in his thick lips, it was an overwhelmingly exciting sight-- his profile is fucking fantastic. The shades were down and it's gloomy today, so the room was dark, but the bedside lamp was on, turned down low, and his head was resting on the meat of my thigh as he suckled away, brightly illuminated in the cone of light. The ridge of muscle swelling from his neck and shoulder was flexed as he moved his head up and down. The long expanse of his body sloped away from my meat, down that muscular, ripe chest, and that flat meaty belly, to that hard fat dick oozing a free stream of clear precum, and then those massive thighs and calves tapering off into the gloom. I am kicking myself now for not taking the picture, but I know he has a boyfriend, and he might have gotten uptight at the suggestion, and what we were doing was too good to interrupt with a question like that. But fuck, I wish I had a picture. I got to eat his ass this time-- it's really almost too big, but the chemistry between us is so intense that I got lost in it, burying my face in it, humping the bed while I chewed and licked away, and he made small noises of pleasure. He only whispers in bed, and is pretty soft-spoken when upright and clothed as well, but at one point I held his steely dick while I bit into his buttocks, and I felt it throb and strain, and I knew he felt as good as I did. His body spoke louder than he did. I mounted him, and he hooked his huge thighs around my waist and pressed himself into me, and I let my slippery dick slide down between his cheeks and against his wet asshole, and mock-fucked him, hard, while looking him straight in the eye. He whimpered over and over quietly about what a good top I was, how much he wanted my dick in him, "and you want it raw too, it would be in me raw," he kept saying. I smiled at him knowingly and pulled it away, putting it against his own precummy dick and fucking that next. I could have kept this up for hours, but he kept looking at the clock nervously. After about 40 minutes he said, "Can I get your load, man? I have to go to work!" He'd told me he needed to be in midtown at 6:30... time was flying. I told him sure. "And you want me to cum in your mouth?" He smiled like a little kid caught in a lie. "You don't want me to, do you?" I said tauntingly. "I want it, man! I'm just scared." I patted his belly and said I don't make anyone do anything they don't want to do. "Yeah, but then you won't let me come back," he whined. This is just too fucking much! You really have to see this guy, he's fucking incredible, and he's whimpering about getting together with the likes of ME again. Unbelievable. "You can come back, man, don't worry about it. I can cum on you like last time." He looked relieved, and I mounted him again, and rubbed against his amazing muscular body. I was close to cumming just from the contact; his body is just too exciting. Looking into his eyes, I said, "Just let me hang on the edge here a little longer," and he murmured little things about how good my body feels and how much he wanted to see my cum, while holding my body and pushing up against me, and I moved slowly, as my sight grew fuzzier and fuzzier with sexual intoxication. And then it came, just like before, huge thick jets across his body. He stuck his tongue out like he wanted to catch it; this was clearly just for show as I was not cumming that far at that point. When I was done, I took one hand and reached up and put his tongue back in his mouth. "It's OK man, you don't have to," I said. "No, put your dick in my mouth," he said, jerking his bone. He began to smell extremely musky as I clambered up on my knees and complied, and flexed the muscles between my legs so it would swell and drip in his mouth. And when he felt that, a look of indescribable, mind-erasing bliss came over his face-- his eyes were closed, every muscle in his face went slack, but every muscle in his body was tense, and he came all over my calf muscle. He kept my dickhead on his tongue until he was done, then opened his mouth to gasp for air, and I slid out. I cleaned him up and he had to hurry and dress-- he teaches some class at one of the fancier gyms here in NYC. I'm sure half the dudes and half the women in the class want him to plow the fuck out of them-- he's a 6'2 warrior with a powerful body barely containable in his clothes. But all he wants is to come suck my dick every day. He hits me up constantly. It's fantastic. But I'm a dirty whore and I need new meat. So he will have to wait for the next time a bit more. But I'm gonna keep after this one. I think I might be able to get my raw dick in him one day, if I'm patient. And that's gonna be fucking amazing when it happens. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here He needed to get off, but the location was too busy...so, I gave him head in his van while parked on the street near a construction site. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... We decided that it would be best Folsom weekend to not make many commitments and promises, we really limited ourselves to one 'planned' thing a day. Saturdays was a foursome with two very hot twitter studs @knottyfucker and @kinkypisspig. (hint hint... follow them) I will tell you, I was very nervous about meeting these two, they are both painfully hot men, and two men who I already had a level of respect for. Would they enjoy sex with me? Would they like me as a person? All of this was going on in my head, as Jake and I drove to their hotel room near SoMa. Jake and I went over to the hotel and the older of the couple was waiting outside, he looked hotter than his pictures, and Jake and I were all over him, he were making out with him, and we had his pants down to his knees, right out in the open, outside his room door. There was @knottyfucker, looking all sexy in his jockstrap, Jake and I began to undress and we made out with each other, I kissed him and grabbed his bubbled ass. It didn't take me long before I had my tongue up his ass. His big, bubbled, beautiful ass. I saw that his daddy and my daddy Jake, were getting along great. I slid my raw dick into him, an ass like that, you want to fuck doggy style so you can look at those buff cheeks while your dick goes in and out. But like I said, he is one half of a really sexy couple, so i turned him over so I could look at him. Jake was now fucking his daddy, and they were making out while both of our dicks were inside of them. Then we switched, I was playing with the hot daddy, we were licking each other's pits. Then as Jake fucked Knottyfucker, I fucked Jake, it was a really hot, porno worthy scene, but Jake had me stop because that would have set him off to quickly. I fucked knottyfucker again, but there was something I really wanted to do. I have gone on knottyfucker's tumblr, to see him getting fisted. I wanted to know just how he likes to take it. I worked my SlamDunk covered hand, opening up his hole. Finger, by finger, getting to the knuckles. Meanwhile I heard a low groan from Jake, Kinkypisspig was fisting his hairy hole. I focused on knottyfucker, and i remembered that a FB told me that if i can't get in with my right hand, I should use my left, being right handed, my right hand is stronger, bigger, and more solid, i switched to the left, and saw with great satisfaction, that my paw was now inside of knottyfucker's bubble butt, the sight of watching Jake getting fisted while I fisted knottyfucker was so fucking hot, this went on for a while, then Jake fucked knottyfucker, while I fucked kinkypisspig, his daddy ass felt so fucking good. Jake soon unloaded inside of knottyfucker. Letting out his beastial growl. I looked at kinkypisspig, and said "I have to" I ate Jake's load out of Knottyfucker, and fucked the cum deeper into his ass. Soon, we were lying on the bed, talking, and laughing. It was a really fun hookup. We got dressed, they went to lunch, and Jake and I were off to take a nap before heading out to KOK bar for the night. I tweeted that he fucked as we left the hotel, which got some fun reactions. I am really happy to have finally met these two amazing men. More...