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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... These are a collection of fun or great moments from Folsom 2012, that I couldn't make full blog posts about, or aren't really sexual, but awesome nonetheless: - meeting a longtime blog reader, who has become a friend, and walking Castro with him and just chatting - seeing more black men in leather, rubber, gear than I have in previous years. -getting @rawfuk ready for the cumunion party by passing him around in a circle at KOKbar, fcuking him in front of a bunch of people -a guy getting crazy and out of hand at the fair, and Jake putting his arms around me and telling him to back off - running into @kinkypisspig and @knottyfucker at the fair, and Jake, kinkypisspig and I having a very fun, and very public piss drinking session -Jake and I being able to flirt with other guys, while holding hands, sucking dick and eating ass side by side. -walking the fair with Jake, and a guy passing me, tapping me on the arm and saying "LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!" (I seriously stopped, Jake was laughing, I couldn't believe that had happened) random fan, YOU ROCK!!! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I decided to get a fairly perfunctory draining, in order to prepare for a possible marathon fuck with a pretty hot guy tomorrow night. We tried to hook up Saturday but timing didn't work out for either of us, so we're going to try scheduling it in advance. I know these things rarely work out but on the off chance it does, I wanted to be able to drill this dude without the burden of three days' worth of goo in my balls. And that meant I really needed someone to get me off today. I tried hitting up a couple of new guys who had told me they wanted to be my cocksucker-on-call but none of them responded-- bogus! A very handsome man I reconnected with on Scruff the other day was also not available to take my load, though I look forward to seeing him again at some point. I had a lot of work to do and not much time to cruise, so it looked like I might have to beat off tonight to prepare myself for what I hope is a long deep drilling tomorrow. But then I noticed on Manhunt a guy who has serviced me several times before (and who often lets me bareback him as long as I cum down his throat). He lives on the other side of my neighborhood, and is constantly after my dick, though I've told him I'm a big dirty whore and always want new guys. But he keeps coming back, full of hope-- he's got to be my semen's biggest fan. So I asked him if he wanted to get the cum out of me, and he said he could be here in ten minutes. I told him I was feeling very selfish today, and just wanted him to make my dick feel as good as it could and make me cum as hard as possible but nothing else, and to send me his cell number if that was cool with him. He did, and I texted him my address, and he hopped on his bike and flew over. There's not a lot to say about this one. He's really just not my type-- his pix are a little on the misleading side, making him look a bit hunkier than he is. He's older than me but looks boyish and young. His skin is very smooth except a little bit on the chest around the nipples. He's got a bit of a badonkadonk, which is why I decided to drill it the first time I went to his place to get sucked off. Whatever magic my dick was working on him that first time had so hot that he didn't protest when I slid it in him natural and slick with his own spit, and I remember after a few minutes of me sawing away at him with him stunned on his back, he exclaimed, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" But a few minutes later he was moaning with pleasure and drunk on dick and groaned, "It's so velvety going in and out" and lolling all around holding me tight and opening his hole up to me completely. I think I fucked him two other times over the years, mostly because he's not the usual big/built/handsome/hairy guy who blows me and keeps me entertained with his bigness/builtness/handsomeness/hairiness. So to keep the energy up I usually have to fuck him. This time I knew I didn't want to do that-- I really wanted him to work for my cum this time. Perhaps it was a little perverse-- I couldn't get any of the really hot dudes I really wanted to service me to come over today, so I was putting this guy who is always begging to get me off in his place. I barely touched or kissed him, and kept him firmly focused on my tool, which he seemed completely happy with. He gave me a little more teeth than I like, and a lot of cheating hand action, but it felt good and he had me on the edge a couple of times. So I just laid back, my arms spread wide across the pillows and my hairy thighs parted wide to give him easy access, and bless his heart, he sucked and sucked and sucked for 40 minutes or so. He's one of those people who somehow sucks with almost no pressure. You can sort of feel a tongue moving in there but it doesn't feel firm like other guys'. But on the edge of orgasm this is not a bad thing, because I like to feel myself skirting that precipice for as long as possible before I fall over it and erupt into ribbons of goo. With him I really never know when I'm going to cum. My dick just gets harder and harder, with the cum tube in the front straining and getting more and more prominent, and precum starts to flow, and the head flares, and the hole opens, and it all happens so slowly that the first sudden shot takes us both completely by surprise. He didn't stop the sucking as I fired into him, and the pleasure of it was so hard to take that I was practically clawing his shoulder and forearm, my heels digging into his sides as he knelt over me and received his reward from the depths of my testicles. Not bad. His dick was hard and he was stroking it as he tried to get some blobs of cum out of my pubes that had somehow escaped his lips. I asked him if he wanted to get off but he said he didn't care. And off he went, taking a half a pint of his favorite semen with him. Now let's see if Mr Tomorrow comes through and lets me fuck another big load into his guts. Stay tuned. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... So. My buddy with the ginormous cock came by yesterday and fucked a few IQ points out of me. An as usual it was fucking incredible fucking. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in real life an it makes for amazing sex. I’ve mentioned him several times (the cock is a reported 10x7) and I truly feel every inch. Especially the 7” around part. We always start with me sucking him— which I can only fit about half of in my mouth. He’s so think its a struggle, and there is no way I could even get more than his head past my throat. Then I straddle him and slowly work him inside (raw of course) with the help of lots of lube and poppers. Because the thickest portion of him is about 1/3 the way down the shaft, that’s the threshold point. Once I get that part inside, the rest of him slides in nicely. When I bottom out on his groin, the head and first bit of his cock pops into my second ring— which we both feel and relish. It’s the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. I highly recommend it. Then I start riding him. Slowly at first (usually) to get my pucker used to his girth. But yesterday I was so ducking horny (an the poppers were fresh) so I started doing almost full stroke bounces right off the bat. We usually talk and trade sex stories while I’m riding him. I love hearing about his adventures with guys who’s eyes were too big for their colons and chicken out when they see him. Even better are the stories about him fucking guys who *almost* can take it all, but cry out in pain when he tries to get that last inch home. Or then there are the young whore bottoms who take him to the hilt, but last 5 minutes before they cum and then want him OUT. Big 10 and I always fuck for an hour solid. Minimum. And he loves how he can pop all the way up inside me and fuck my ass with his entire length. Without ever separating, we rotate positions. He rolls me onto my back and pistons in and out of me that way. Then we do his and my favorite position— the T. He lays on his left side, I’m on my back, legs over him and impaled on his dick. We fuck a long time in this position— it drives me bonkers. Sometimes to cum he gets me on all fours and just rapes my hole hard. Or on my stomach. Yesterday he finished up by getting me back onto my back and slam fucking me into a stupor. I work his nipples and this gets him to cum. Thank god for poppers because he hauled after my hole yesterday. And when he came (it had been a week for him) he flooded my upper colon with his semen. At this point, I’m usually so overstimulated that I don’t need to cum. But yesterday I needed to. Desperately. So as his orgasm was subsiding, we got back into the “T” and I started jacking furiously. And I begged him to fuck his load deeper into my guts. He did. And the feeling of his still hard massive meat popping in and out of my second ring made me blow. I came EVERYWHERE. Normally I cum a good amount, but it doesn’t shoot- it blurps out onto my stomach. Sometimes a spurt gets to my chest. Yesterday sprays of my jizz hit my chin, chest, the sheets, my belly, him, etc. It felt like I was orgasming myself inside-out. Then we just lay there and chatted for like 10 minutes until he was soft enough to slide easily out of my ass. The feel of his meat pulling out almost made me want another fuck. Almost. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... My cunt getting destroyed by my 10x7 buddy. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here It was around midnight at the Steamworks Berkeley on a Lights Out Thursday and I couldn't remember at what hour I had to check out...or renew. It turned out that our check out time was 3:00 a.m., and I had a great parking spot right across the street, so I decided to let it play out. It had not been busy, but after I decided to return to my favorite position...on my stomach...in my room, oddly enough, things picked up. A couple of sheathed fucks were nothing to write home about (or blog about), but just before 1 a.m., a built black daddy made my room his own and went down on my very available ass. I don't know what's considered top or bottom in the world of eating ass, but any guy can eat my ass out for as long as he wants as long as he fucks it afterwards. I've always considered ass-eating as a prelude to some serious digging. But the clue comes when a dude spends longer than a few minutes eating you out, and that's what happened here. When daddy spent elongated minutes tongue-ing my slick primed hole, I knew he wasn't going to fuck me. Then a white dad with a shaved crotch returned (he'd fucked me hours earlier, then abruptly left, which is not unusual), it's now, around 2 a.m., following that eating out session that went on way too long as far as I'm concerned. But then again, that black daddy got what he wanted and left happy...we aim to please. This Shaved Crotch wanted to fuck and that he did, laying down some aggressive dick probing, with my ass working hard to stay still and firm getting his every inch...all seven or so. I don't think he shot a load, but he acted as if he did...I can usually tell by the change in thrust and draw, and he did keep his thick white raw shaft deep in my ass for me to massage with my buttwalls...I've gotten damned good at this. They all grunt like hawgs. He also got me going with my raunchy toilet talk, yellin' as is my usual. Getting it on in bath houses is so unpredictable, one never knows...like Thursday night, it was ass-eating and then a good raw fuck. I wish it could have been in reverse order, but shit man, we can't get it the way we want all the time. Hell, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? More...

Click here to see CFL Barebacker's original blog post... Matt Sizemore, Nick Moretti & Rowdy McBeal Get Adobe Flash player Rowdy, Nick and Matt make for one of the dirtiest trios we’ve seen for a while. Matt bends Rowdy over and penetrates him hard with his long thick cock. Matt and Nick then get him onto his knees, as Nick pees into the young stud’s dog bowl and mouth, commanding him to lap it all up. Now soaked in piss, Nick comes around and nails back into Rowdy’s tight hole so hard that the bottom begins to pee all over the floor. Nick and Matt then take turns fucking Rowdy’s hole and mouth, loosening it up for a hard thrashing until Matt insists on getting the same treatment. The horny studs then continue their fuck-session by triple-fucking each other until they can hold their loads no more. CLICK HERE More...

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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Friday afternoon, Jake and I met in the Castro. Did our usual kissing and making out, he grabbed a coffee and went to his friend's house where we would be spending the weekend. We washed up and washed out, and relaxed in the guestroom/playroom. He pulled me close to him and we made out, grabbing and pawing at each other. I then ate out his furry muscled daddy-ass. I slid my raw dick inside of him, and began to fuck his hole. I love the way his furry ass looks when I fuck him doggy style. I laid him flat on his stomach and pounded him, I pulled out and we kissed. Then he told me to get on my hands and knees. He ate my hole, lubed up his tattooed dick, and slid it into my ass. He fucked me in and out, i did my best to open up for him. He pounded my ass, telling me that he has wanted inside his boy's hole for some time and had to get in me first. I gave a wicked grin and reminded him that I got in him first, and he said that I would be getting bred first. He kept pounding my ass, then flipped me on my back and kissed me. I'm not that great at taking dick, since I don't do it often, but I am good at dirty talk, and I know what turns Jake on, and I know he knows what I am trying to do when i talk real dirty, trying to make him cum ASAP, he told me he would cum when he felt like it, that he wanted to enjoy this fuck. Eventually I began to relax more, and take his fucking, he began to ram his dick really hard into me, and busted a huge load of his poz cum in my ass, then I flipped him over, and fucked his hairy white ass, grabbing his hips and driving my dick into him, I hadn't cum for a few days and had a huge load for him. Finally I let loose and huge load of cum in his ass, we pulled out, kissed, and he held me while we napped. Then went to a BDSM party that night, Jake flogged me again, and I watched him get flogged and whipped, and I held him while he was whipped, feeling the force and vibrations as he was struck, was so fucking erotic. I held him as his threshold was tested and pushed, and we kissed after he was done. It was great being there with him. We went to our hosts house and he bred me again, before we went to sleep. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked Little Beard Big Nose again. I recently got an iPhone, opening me up to the wonderful world of grindr and scruff, which had been unavailable on my stupid old smartphone. But I don't seem to be very popular on either site. And of course it is Friday, a/k/a No One Is Gonna Fuck You Day, and it's raining outside. So when I saw Little Beard Big Nose on scruff or wherever, I hit him up, saying "Wanna fuck? I'm horny." He told me a friend was coming over and he couldn't get away, but then a few minutes later said the guy had cancelled on him. (I wondered if HE cancelled on the FRIEND.) It's getting dark early now, and it was gloomy outside so the light was low, and I had several hours free after work. So I asked him if he had some time to spend, if we could take it slow and really get into it. There is something really sensual to me about fucking at night, when the lights are low and the fall is coming; I do most of my fucking during the day so this was a bit of a treat that I wanted to savor, and I knew he wouldn't disappoint me in the pleasure department. He said sure, and was over in about 10 minutes. His pheromones or whatever were working their usual magic-- he really is just a weasely little guy but he turns me on so fuckin much-- and we were having an awesome time just making out, putting our hands on each other, getting into each other. I humped his body and ate his little ass and taint, all beautifully composed of full, round flesh that is endlessly entertaining to my mouth, and then slowly began working my bare bone into him. He's tight and not very slick inside, so I had a bottle of lube ready, but wanted to see if we could do this naturally, and just took it slow, getting it in a bit, then eating him some more, and getting it in again. And eventually it all sank in, and he was fully impaled on me, flat on the bed face down, with his arms and legs splayed helplessly, like a frog about to be dissected. But my big fat steely tool was too much for him, and he began to wince, and jumped up and ran to the bathroom for a good while. I guess I took it too fast. He came back and apologized, saying he doesn't get fucked much. "You need to invite me over more often," he joked, but I could tell it didn't feel good for him. I petted him a bit and he stroked my dick, which I'd lubed up hoping he'd let me back in when he got back. But he said maybe not, and we just made out closely pressed together, intensely intertwined with each other, his legs wrapped around mine. His little body felt so good beneath me, but I had to be INSIDE. So I asked him if I could try again, and he said "OK give it a try." And I got it in and we fucked really nice for a while, me holding his legs back and looking into his bearded face, pale with submission to my penetration, but if I went in more than halfway he winced. I like for my dick to make bottoms feel good, not wince, so even though I was feeling fantastic, I pulled out for him, and we went back to humping intensely, closely. I asked one more time, and he could only take a couple of strokes. My dick was turgid and purple with excitement and frustration, but it wasn't to be. An hour went by with us blissfully feasting on each other's lips, dick sliding firmly against dick, increasingly sweaty bodies pushed together so hard you'd think they'd meld. He asked me to cum down his throat. But my dick was all lubey... so I just humped the load out, sat up when I was close, and blew all over his dark beard. He grabbed me and stuffed me in his mouth greedily, sucking me well beyond that point where it's good and into oversensitive territory. I pulled out, but he rather brusquely put me back in-- he wanted all the cum, to help him shoot. So I let him suck the dickhead a little more, but had to take it out again, and jerk it hard from the base. I don't know what it is about that little guy that makes me so crazy-- watching him beat his ridiculously meaty tool turned me on so much I kept beating my own, even after I was done shooting, and I felt another rapid-fire orgasm coil up and spring open, and more small spurts shot out. He saw it and yelped and pushed his face down so the newly gooey dick touched his lips, and he unloaded all over himself too. It was a lot of sweat and cum. He showered and we chatted a bit; he seemed a lot more relaxed this time than previous times and didn't scamper away quite so quickly. My nuts are now actually very sore, not sure why; then feel like they've been through the wringer. I wish I could have screwed him long and slow tonight-- he is in so many ways the ideal bottom for me. This is so amusing given his looks in comparison to these amazing studs I've been getting lately. But I'd trade all of them for a good hour of ramming Little Beard Big Nose's ass as hard and deep as I wanted... More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here My husband had some meetings after work, so I took the extra time to get in a second workout at the gym. It was slow there, I had a great core workout and then headed home. I always take the mass transit from the gym, and today I happened to see this young bearded guy sort of checking me out on the platform. We both go on, and I took a seat towards the back. At this point I really had no idea if he was just looking or cruising. A bit of background - he was wearing a pair of worn grey sweatpants, and a grey hoodie, carrying a gym type bag. The hood of his jacket was up on the platform, so I only saw an auburn beard and short hair. He had his hand in his pocket and I thought it would be hot if he were going commando. When he sat down catty-corner to me, he had a view of my crotch and I could check him out. At the next stop more people came on, so I just made direct eye contact with him and beckoned him over to my seat. He smiled, had his hands in his sweats and gave a slight twist of his head. As the miles went by, I kept watching him and then I sat back and let him see my semi hard cock in my jeans. He loved that, and I knew he wanted something. I debated how to get my hands on that cock when the cum gods smiled down on me. He was getting off on my stop. Grabbing my gym bag and hoodie, I stepped onto the platform and we walked side by side. He was really grinning now, so I asked he were actually getting out at this stop. He said yes. I told him "I live at ### and ###" - and his reply was "want me to come over?" I had mentioned the intersection in case he was nearby and may have wanted to host. Asking him if he wanted a blowjob, he immediately replied yes and I said that could be done. He had to get home also, and said he would be quick. As we walked, he told me that he was a yoga instructor. Hmmmm, never had one of those before. Once we got in the door, he took a seat on the couch and pulled out his cock. Fuzzy balls, slight bush and a rock hard piece of meat standing straight up. I got down on my knees in front of him and took him all the way down. I had to push to get the last inch because of the angle, but that drew a low moan out of him. That guttural moaning sound of someone that does not always get their entire cock sucked is such a sweet sound to a cock sucker. At that point I just kept up the swallowing, deep throat and occasional stroking. At one point he said "you really like sucking cock" and I said that I love to suck....and went right back down on him. He was edging closer and closer. He told me it was close, so I slowed down and then went back to working the head with my lips as I stroked the shaft. As I heard his breathing speed up I asked him where he wanted to cum - down my throat or on my face. He smiled and said he wanted to cum on my face. He stood up and stroked a couple of times and then the cum flowed. It was like a thick river of white cream as it dropped from the head onto my lips and goatee. Three thick spurts and it was done. There was more on his hand and some oozed out, but he could not be touched because it was super sensitive - so I let him wipe his hand onto my tongue. He cleaned up and thanked me as he went out the door. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Well,it has been a few days - sorry about the delay, but my mind, mouth and ass were just exhausted. So I am going to attempt to give you a recap beginning Thursday night. This will be different because there were honestly so many cocks. And I loved it! Thursday night - an underwear party with friends and also attended by two extra hung visitors. One has been in town before, and there are 100's of pictures of his baby arm sized cock on the net. I had the pleasure of taking almost all of it into my mouth. My eyes had to be glazed over by the end...but, after fucking my buddy for awhile he gave me a look that said he wanted my ass. Well, I was not sure it would go with just a hit of poppers and some spit..but it slid right in and then I REALLY got nailed. He did not cum, but I was now primed for more cock. Then I run into my raw top visitor!! Hot! He bends me over and fucks the hell of my ass in front of everyone. He can be a brutal fucker, but he knows I can take it. He fucked me until I was ready to explode and then he let out a massive yell and unleashed every ounce of cum that he could. By the end of the night I had taken at least three loads. Friday - I had an invite from my raw top Folsom visitor to breed his young friend. I said sure and went to the hotel room with my husband. There on the bed was a hot furry ass that I had only met briefly the night before. While my husband was fucking his hole, I was being slowly opened up by the thick cock I had the night before. The phone rang and he had to pull out to go get the new arrivals. In walked two hot men. Both uncut - and one was sporting what I would say is at least 9.5 if not more. My buddy threw me back down on the other bed and took over fucking me. After the uncut visitor was done with the party bottom he came over and gave my ass a taste. He went back and gave his load to the host's buddy. The second guy that came in then came up behind me and wanted to fuck me. I bent back over and let him take my hole. He gave me a good fuck, and bred my ass. Now it was time for me to get it from the host again. And this time he was POUNDING my ass. It was like a porn movie where the bottom is just a hole and he is going to be raped no matter what he says....and I was saying yes! He ended up giving me another huge load of cum in less than 24 hours. Now it was time to head out and hit one of the dance parties. This party has a play space set up already, so I was prepped and ready. I wore a wrestling singlet and pulled it down to reveal my ready and waiting ass. Once again, I cannot even recall the number of cocks that were buried up my ass and down my throat...but, there was one special one. A friend from New York sent his young friend out for his first Folsom. As I was waiting by the bar he walked up and recognized me. We chatted for a short bit, and then I decided that his cock should be in my throat. He agreed, and down I went. While swallowing everything he had, including his load, there was a photographer taking pics. My new friend was thrilled to be caught in the act, and we both cannot wait to see the final pics. Saturday - the annual house party orgy. All I can say about this is that my reputation for being a cock sucker was apparently well know and talked about. And a demonstration was requested...and I did...for more than a few hung guys. More than once I overhead them say "yes, that is damn good". Later in the night I headed down to the play room. Ass already used since Thursday night so I was looking for more. I found it, multiple times. Now on to the Sunday event...wow. That is really the only thing I can say, but I will recap what I remember and let you decide. Arrive at the fair in rubber apron and cock ring. NOTHING else but my boots. Walked into one of the more aggressive spots where cocks are always out and being serviced. Within minutes I was taking them down my throat or bending over and feeling random cocks sliding into my ass. I recall five very hot guys that would not stop until they had planted their seed, and even more used my mouth to either unload in, or to get them to the edge for more ass. Then it was time for a lunch break. I went out and found another annual gathering that has some food and beer. Joined in the fun, and said hello to many old friends. Then I was ready for more...so, I headed back to my first haunt. Now the entire room was filled with even more horny, hung guys. I went right back into the thick of it. More random cock in my holes. Then I went out for some air. And I ran int my New York friend from Friday night dance. He, his hot friend and I went back inside. Since he is a very hot young guy, there were no lack of cocks. Eventually his cock met my mouth and I was rewarded with another hot thick cum load from his young nuts. Off the top of my head, I think that was the finale of the weekend. Of course, he was told of this blog by our mutual friend. I know that we will see him again in January at the annual leather event we attend. Cannot wait to see what trouble we get into there... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today was another one of those flabbergasting experiences that I feel like I can't explain: I got blown by a good looking, hugely stacked and muscular, beautifully proportioned 31-year-old black guy-- or maybe he was Latino and middle-eastern? It was hard to tell from looking at him, but his accent sounded lightly tinged with the cadence of black speech, and his skin had the chocolatey darkness, and his ass had the ampleness, and his pubes the rough, very short-curled texture, of a black guy. No matter-- he was one extremely beautiful man, and he hit me up Monday on Daddyhunt with the charming greeting, "Fuck me?" His profile wasn't filled out much, so I didn't know where he was or even how tall he was and stuff like that. But the body was undeniably my kinda body-- huge chest, huge shoulders, huge guns, thick neck, big ass, big legs, willowy waist, no fat anywhere, beautiful masculine proportions. I asked if he took it raw and he said no. I had really, really wanted to fuck on Monday, so I told him maybe he could suck me off sometime and mentally put him in the "no" bin, turning to other possibilities. And then the begging started. He was really insistent, sending me a barrage of wheedling emails and pictures of himself sucking dick and getting fucked, which is actually a little bit of a turnoff for me, and they weren't as good-- the typical trashy, bad-quality pix most people have of dicks getting shoved in their orifices. Perversely, the more he begged, the less interested I was, but I told him, "Look, if I can't find any good raw ass today, you can get me off with your mouth. But I really want to fuck today." And he said OK and left me alone, until yesterday evening, when he was back, saying "Do you want me to suck you off yet?" I just kinda let that go. Today I was full of two-days' worth of cum; a twilight realm between when my balls are light enough that I think I could fuck someone for an hour or so without popping, but heavy enough that I hanker for the feeling of the slow, adoring drain that those good cocksuckers out there can supply. I had a really busy morning and couldn't really look for anything till late afternoon, which didn't leave me much time to shop. Super Stacked was online, and I figured he'd be an easy target, since I really just wanted to get off so I could get back to work. So I hit him up, and he leapt on it. But then he told me he doesn't swallow, either. And I was like, egad, what a goody-goody with all these trashy pix! I let him go for a while, tried some other dudes who've been after my cum from craigslist and stuff, but got nowhere. So after an hour or so of working and waiting for replies, I asked Super Stacked where he was. He was 5 blocks from me. God was clearly saying, "Go to, and permittest thou this humble supplicant to suckle thy member." So I told him to get his ass minty fresh cuz I wanted to eat it, and come over. He was here in 10 minutes. He was taller than I expected-- about 6'1 maybe-- and much bigger built in person than in the pix, and his eyes glittered black, under strong, black eyebrows, in an oval face with that otherworldly, flawless skin some people have, which makes them seem like members of another species, and makes you yourself feel like a pimply, sallow little Hobbit. He told me he had to "get away" from his boyfriend and couldn't take a shower without arousing suspicion. I wasn't sure if this was his entree to a "I gotta go" thing or just a friendly warning to stay away from his ass; hoping it was the latter, I smiled and patted said ass through his nylon jogging pants (it was verrrry meaty) and said "OK, we'll just let you do your cocksucking." He nodded, still a little shy. "Everything cool, wanna get to it?" I asked, trying to keep chipper. He still seemed a little evasive but said yes. And we went to the bedroom and made out beautifully-- his hands were all over me and didn't seem fazed by the extra padding around my waist; in fact he seemed to like it, so I let my guard down. "So are you poz?" he asked in a break in the kissing. I told him when I got my last neg test, and added, "so you should be OK." And he said, "Should!" and I was like well, that's all I can tell you, you know my habits, but I really did get a neg test a few weeks ago. And he mumbled something about "I mean I'm thinkin, this guy is fuckin other guys without condoms!" and then he unceremoniously dropped to his knees and took my meat in his mouth. Unlike most stacked, handsome guys, he gave *awesome*, silky head, with just the right kinds of pressure and variation. He seriously knew his way around a dick. I told him to undress and he did the "Yes sir" thing (which always makes me feel a little like Peppermint Patty being addressed by Marcie, but I roll with it) and revealed just an eye-goggling physique. The ass was actually a little *too* big, but not enough to throw off the overall symmetry of his beauty. I hopped back on the bed and he got between my legs and I watched him get me hard as steel with a shit-eating grin on my face. He wouldn't let me near the ass, which was frustrating. But he loved it when I lay on top of him and pressed my body into his-- I felt the broad, firm flatness of his torso against my body, and his skin covered with prickly body hair growing back after a shave (something I actually kind of like when the body is that firm and muscular). Everywhere I touched was thick, abundant, swelling muscle and soft, taut skin. With my dick pressed against his, and his arms holding my ass tightly with each hand, pulling my crotch into his, I licked his sturdy neck from collarbone to ear, and he sighed and turned his head to expose the skin better, and as I repeated the motion he groaned, "You're so good..." And then he whispered out his pleasure in a long stream of exposed desires: "I would love to feel your raw dick in me, I can tell you know how to fuck, I love getting fucked," and we spoke quietly to each other like this about how good we felt, how good it would be if I was inside him, breathing each other's breath and soaking up each other's quiet words. His lips were thick, again almost too thick, but something you could really feel when you kissed him, something to really hold onto when you sucked them. He put his arms around my neck and pulled me down and said, "I hope you let me come back." I like hearing this, even though I'm a dirty promiscuous whore who never does, and I told him I would. "I really want to feel you again," he said. "I need to eat your ass," I said. "I have to have it." He nodded. I hiked his thighs up, hooking them over my elbows, and fake-rammed him like I would if I was inside, with my dick slicing over his balls harmlessly. And his eyes rolled back and he shouted and yelped. "That's how I would fuck you," I said. He shook his head over and over. "You would fuck me so good," he kept saying. I didn't try to push my way into him-- he was far too skittish and seemed to want to keep his ass completely off-limits even to me putting my dick down there to stroke it over his hole. And that's OK. I just couldn't believe I got access to this body for as long as I wanted, for as long as I could hold back the cum. I sat back to let him suck me some more, completely helpless with admiration for his long muscles. He sucked me with a look of complete bliss on his face. And then, with his eyes closed, he took my dick out of his mouth and said "I! Love! White! Dick!" And then put it back in. Of course everyone reading this blog knows I'm always puzzled why any of these beautiful dudes lets me stick my dick in them-- I am really nothing to write home about and these guys really, really are ridiculously hot. This guy had been all over me, stroking the hair on my rather thick belly, looking me square in the face as he blew me. I rather wondered if maybe sucking off older white guys was just a fetish of his, and I would do as well as any other old white guy. It's nice to think someone is into me for me (whatever that means when you're oozing precum all over someone whose name you didn't quite catch), but in the end I don't know that I care. We were both having a pretty incredible time. If I have to play the part of fat old whitey to get a specimen like this between my legs, say hey to Uncle Cracker. I honestly was ready to cum about 2 seconds after the put my dick in his mouth, before I was even fully hard. So it was a real effort to keep my pleasure at bay for the 40 minutes or so I managed to last. He had said "I could suck your dick all day long, it's perfect." And I think he really could. I jokingly said, "It's just like yours," because it was-- we were the same thickness and length, though I have the bigger dickhead and he oozes more precum. He smiled at me rather knowingly-- I assume he likes his dick as much as he likes mine, and said "Yeah but I can't suck mine!" And I laughed and said "Well get back to it, then!" and he did. And I decided then that if I couldn't eat his ass I was going to suck his dick too... and I did. It was fuckin beautiful feeling him work my tool just right beneath me as I was splayed across his body, gripping his massive buttocks from each side and stuffing his tool all the way down my throat, chewing slightly at the thigh, rough, hairy base. This was fucking SEX. Finally, after we were face to face and grinding into each other again, he looked into my eyes and asked for my cum. I asked him where he wanted it. "Where do you want it?" he asked. "You know full well where *I* want it!" I said, and he smiled and looked away shyly. "But it's your cum, you can have it wherever you want it, my gift to you." And he said, "Cum all over my chest." So I pushed myself hard against him, putting my full weight on him, pushing back his knees, which rolled his hips up into me, a motion which for whatever reason almost instantly makes me want to cum. I held back as long as I could, savoring the last moments of my closeness to him-- maybe 10 seconds-- and the eruption started. I reared up, jerked hard, and shot him in the cheek first. He looked at me with awe when he felt it pelt him. The next shot hit the pillow, I think, but the following ones landed squarely on his chest, each subsequent one landing closer and closer to his own dick, till my balls were empty. And then he shot all over himself too, adding to the pool of goo. "Just like in your pictures!" he said, the awe still in his voice. My cum is my secret weapon, I think. I probably wouldn't get anywhere near as much ass as I do if I dribbled. He cleaned up and ran off without doing much talking; it was quite awkward and he answered the basic questions I asked with short answers. I thought maybe the passion of the moment, when he's begging to come back before we're even done, was already over. When he went to leave he extended his hand, and I shook it but kissed him too, and said, "Keep in touch, if you want." He nodded, dashed to the door, and as he went through it, turned back, and said, "I hope you let me come back!" And I told him of course, and he was gone with a grin. If anything, I just have to eat the fucking ass. But maybe he'll let me in him... we shall see. When I went to Daddyhunt to log out a little while later, he had already written me. "That was HOT!" he said. And I told him I agreed, and thanked him for letting me have my way with him for a while, and signed off. This would be a real prize of a guy to cum in. If I'm enough of a fetish object for him, I just might get it in there! Stay tuned. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Ok, this is just a brief observation. When porn stars and other male models do nude photos with erections, they should never do big, happy, cheesy smiles. It looks completely dorky and kills any sort of manly virility the erection is supposed to represent. Seriously guys, a wicked grin is about as much as you can get away with. Any prom photo smile will just wreck the mood. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fooled around with the incredibly hot, handsome, stacked, built, muscular guy I got with earlier this year. He had recently re-appeared on adam4adam after a trip to Europe for much of the summer and immediately started hitting me up again, asking me to fuck him. This is extremely flattering, since he could clearly have just about anyone he wanted. He is so beautiful and so sensual but also so intense, athletic, and affectionate in bed that I know it would be heaven to get my bare bone in him and fuck myself silly in him raw, but he is very strict about safety and won't even swallow, so it's not to be. And he is a little inconvenient to get to. So in the past few weeks I've sort of put him off. It's sort of ridiculous to me that I have this unbelievable stud on the line, who improbably likes hairy bearded daddies like me, and yet half the time when he hits me up I'm like eh, because of my constant need to plow someone new. But today when he hit me up, on this beautiful clear crisp fall day, I decided I'd hop on the train for the long haul, put on the rubber, and fuck him with the infuriating barrier, just so I could get my hands on him again and know that I put my dick in that incredible body. I was on my way to him within 10 minutes of him saying hello, with my chronically unused travel condom and some lube in my bag, and in another half an hour I had my face buried in his ass so deep I could barely breathe. I gotta wax some more on how amazingly sexy this guy is. He's close to body-builder built, but has the good proportions of the merely mortal, and his ass is simply a gift from God-- fleshy, pliant, firm, round, manly, very lightly hairy, deeply clefted, fresh and musky. And he loves having it eaten. We did some perfunctory kissing when I arrived but he did like most guys on a second hookup and started ripping my clothes off and grabbing my nads right away, so I told him to go to the bedroom and assume the position, and he cheerfully hopped up there and laid flat to display his rear to me in the low light of the room, with the curtains drawn and just a dagger of light between them illuminating the very edges of the ideal curves of his dark-skinned body. After about five minutes of head-in-ass I came up for air just to tell him that I could do it all day, and he just moaned and pushed it back closer towards me. He loves being licked up beside his balls, over that tight tendon that pulls your legs together when they're open... and the feeling of my tongue sliding over that ridge, with my beard stroking his balls and my nose practically up his asshole, is heaven for a rimmer like me. When I flipped him to hump him we kissed like wild animals, biting and sucking each other's lips, and roughly manhandling each other to feel the solidity of our bodies as intensely as possible. I laid back and watched him suck my dick-- now so hard it felt like it would take off from my groin, like a rocket-- with his incredibly shaped musculature snaking back from my groin, across wide shoulders, down the back with its snaking central trough cleaving through the muscles, to that supernatural ass, and those ultra-thick thighs (I think he must have been seriously working those out since last time, they were bigger than I remembered). He took my dick all the way down, over and over, gagging a bit but not wanting to stop. And I flipped him again and ground into him, the snaked my dick between his thighs and along his ass crack, and fake-plowed him, getting him ready to take me in him. I propped myself up on my arms and looked him in the face; he slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. "Do you want me to fuck you now, man?" I asked. His face turned a little coy. I said, "We can keep fooling around like this, it's fun, man... but I gotta get my dick in you, you're so hot." He smiled and said, "Next time. But don't stop eat my ass." (His accent is very thick, and I'd kinda like that sentence printed on a t-shirt or something, it's great). So I flipped him again and ate him out more. And he sucked me more, and we 69ed, and he pushed me back, rammed his ass in my face, and made me eat him while he blew me. I laid back with arms spread to watch this specimen service me some more. What a fuckin privilege to be a fuckin top getting your fuckin dick sucked by a fuckin stud. After a bit he asked, "Do you want to cum?" I knew he didn't have all afternoon; he'd said he only had till 4 and it took longer than expected to get there. "I wanna do this as long as we can!" I said, and he laughed and strained to look at the clock. "Like, ten minutes," he said. I pointed back at the dick and he went to work on it again, going deep, sucking the head, rubbing it against his face with eyes closed, with his big meaty hand planted on my hairy thigh as he worked. Fuck it, I did just want to cum; there is only so much visual stimulation you can take before it starts driving you crazy. I pushed him back again, hiked his legs up to me, ground my dick into his, sucked his lips, held his face close to mine, and ground and ground away until my body began to tense up and cum started to erupt from me. Then I sat up and pumped it out mostly onto his groin. My cum looked spiritually white against his dark skin. "You really don't need a lot to make you cum, do you!" he exclaimed, making jerk-off motions with his hand, as he admired my goo. He seemed surprised and happy about this. I laughed, slapped his monster meaty thighs, still spread open below me, and said "Not with you underneath me, big guy! No way!" and he laughed too. And we got up and cleaned up a little, chatting about his travels to Spain, a country I really love myself. And then I got myself out of his hair so he could do whatever it was he had to do. On the walk back to the subway a crisp fall breeze was blowing, and everyone on the Upper West Side was dressed in long dark coats already. The breeze hit my beard and released a strong whiff of his musk right into my nose; as I walked down the block it was like my face was still buried in his hindquarters. Fantastic. If only I wasn't such a dirty promiscuous whore, I could fuck him all the time. But I need some new meat. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Finally scored tonight after a few weeks of drought. I saw a new profile on BBRT this afternoon and messaged him to see if he wanted to fuck. He was real slow replying to messages and it looked as if he had lost interest when I said I couldn't host. But then things livened up: Me: Do you like fucking in public toilets? Or outdoors, in parks? Him: I love it. Just let me know i will be there and fuck u. I asked if he was poz. His profile said "ask me". He replied that he was undetectable so I said that was fine by me. We agreed to meet at the station and then try to find somewhere in the park. I went out for a run and then met him in front of the station. It was still raining and already getting dark. We walked and talked for a while. He was taller than me, younger, nice body, regular-guy looks. On the north side of the park we found a spot off the path and away from the lights under a fallen tree. We kissed. He tasted of cigarettes and coffee. He went straight for my nipples. He worked them hard, using his nails. I was hard almost immediately. After a while of this he used one hand to undo his belt and with the other, digging his nails into my nipple, he slowly pulled me down onto his dick. He was uncut and hard. I went down on him, speeding up as he dug harder into my nipple. He used his other hand to pull me onto his dick, then started slapping me. After a few minutes of this I got back onto my feet and kissed him again. I asked if I could eat him out. He turned round, dropped his trousers and bent forward to let me get at his hole. He was clean but tasty. He moaned as I pushed my tongue up his hole. After a few minutes I stood up, turned him round and kissed him again. Then it was his turn. He pushed me forward against the gate, squatted behind me, spat onto my hole and started rimming me. Before long he was standing behind me sliding his dick up and down my crack. Then he slipped the head into my hole, just with saliva for lube. Before I knew it he was all the way in. He fucked me slow then fast, holding me round the waist, nibbling at my neck then my ear, then using both hands on my nipples again. Eventually he said he wanted to cum with me. He started a jack-rabbit fuck while I bent all the way forward, holding onto the lowest bar on the gate. Then he wrapped his arms around me, squeezed my torso and said he was going to cum. He pulsed a few times, groaned and stood up, his dick still inside me. He wanted me to cum too. I pulled off him, turned round, squatted and went down on his dick, still hard and still tasting of his cum and my arse juices. Made my dick harden up again. I shat out a handful of his cum and licked it off my hand while I jacked myself with the other hand. He reached down and dug his nails into my nipple again as I came hard between his legs, still sucking on his salty dick. I missed a chance at the end: he wandered over to the fence and pissed, a long loud man-piss. I should have been on my knees in front of him drinking it down or getting a hair rinse. Next time maybe. Walking home I had that ache in my arse that comes from being well fucked. And a big smile on my face. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... One of the best fucks i ever had, and it was totally anonymous, blindfolded, rough and verbal. I met this guy on bbrt, tall, around my age, white, hung, anonymous top who has the perfect cock and fucking technique. He is just perfect fucker for me. Comes in, no talking, fucks, dumps his load and leaves, always hard, hung, and has the right way of fucking my ass. He bred me twice so far. He loves my ass, he gets excited every time, and tells me that I have the best fuckhole, he wants to fuck me all the time. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I squirted half a pint of jizz into the willing gullet of a guy I've been chasing for what seems like a year. His pictures showed an extremely cute face, with dark eyebrows, scruff, and a very attractive little smirk that I wanted to ram my dick in every time I saw him online. He told me he can suck for as long as I want; he would never get bored or tired. He gave me his number and we played text tag for a ridiculously long time; something always got in the way of us hooking up. After a while he stopped replying when I asked if he was free, so I gave up on him. But today he reappeared online, on a different site this time, and I couldn't help but just say hello to him. He told me he never minded the texts but just got tired of having to say "no" all the time (I guess he has a ridiculously exciting social life; something I haven't had since long before I got hitched, though I do remember how hard it could be to fit a little fucking into my schedule when I was younger). I told him I had the place to myself for an hour or so after work tonight, and he hemmed and hawed about having a big package to carry on the train. I told him I'd drive him home, and he hesitated noticeably, then came back with "I know it's crazy that I'm so willing to go swallow your cum, but the idea of taking a ride in a car with a stranger makes me pause." I told him he could think about it, and a bit later he asked for info about how to get here, and after work, he showed up. His face was just like the pictures but somehow I'd pictured a little cubby guy, maybe 5'7. In reality he was actually pretty tall and a bit more overweight than I like them, so that was kind of a disappointment. He was also extremely sweaty from schlepping around the box, I assume-- it's pretty hot out today and the box was awkward-looking. I gave him some water and cranked up the AC to help cool him off, and he admired my apartment a bit as he drank it, but we pretty much had to get right to it. I wasn't sure how well this was gonna work out-- he was too tall, too big, and too sweaty, though he kissed pretty nicely. The only thing to do in this situation is whip out the meat and see what the boy can do, so I did, and the boy definitely Could Do. For about 40 minutes he worked my dick like a pro-- very close to being too rough for me, but never going past it, and keeping me hard and thick the whole time. He had me on the edge after about 15 minutes, and was not like the best cocksuckers, who alter the pressure depending on the signals they get from my dick and balls about how close I am. He was pretty much nonstop Hoover, with an awesome tongue but pretty intense. So there was a lot of stop and start I had to do to keep from popping too fast. But he would quickly get me back to the edge after a few minutes each time, so I got that fuzzy-headed, intense-pleasure feeling in bursts. At one point he was on his knees between my legs with my feet on his thighs and his face in my groin and I started thrusting up into him and he matched my rhythm and every inch of my dick was getting exactly the right kind of stimulation, and even though it was too soon, my nuts started overflowing with juice and the tubes in my groin started squirting it out furiously without much warning; all I could do is mutter a helpless little "Oh no" before I was seriously unloading more cum that I thought I had in me today into his mouth. He grunted and greedily licked and chomped at my dick as jet after jet pulsed out; at one point he overflowed a bit into my pubes, and I was still cumming. He didn't want to stop but I got very sensitive and pulled out, jerking the end; he kept lapping at my dickhole greedily and when I stopped and let go he slurped it right back down again. I told him to take it easy and he did, just milking whatever I had left out of the thick cum-tube running along the length of my softening bone. We both laughed and he said, "Worth waiting for?" It was. He decided against the ride home-- even with my genetic material plastered all over his gullet he still didn't seem to want to get into a car with me! I conceded that sometimes at rush hour it takes just as long to drive as to take the train, and off he went. I feel ten pounds lighter! A good long blowjob really clears the head in a way nothing else does. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I didn't even want to get off; I wanted to have lunch with a friend who works in the neighborhood at a place with outdoor seating that makes an excellent fried chicken sandwich-- it is an incredibly beautiful clear day today. But my friend had to pick up her kids from school early and didn't have time for a languid outdoor cafe lunch. So instead I fucked someone. He and I had talked before online-- he hit me up and looked cute and vaaaaguely hipster-nerdy (which I really like) with a cute little average body. We agreed we should have lots n lots of sex sometime, but subsequent times when I hit *him* up, I got no replies. I think he's about 26 and I find the kids to be too flaky for my taste-- people don't even feel the need to reply to messages to people they like any more, even just to say "busy now, talk later". But today I did admire his profile and wonder what it would be like to ejaculate inside him (his profile said safe only). I guess he saw me check him out, because he said "What's up" to me, and I told him not much and maybe we should fuck, and he said cool, and I asked if I could fuck him raw and cum in him, and he said cool, and I said can you come over right now, and he said cool, and a half hour later we were sucking face. He was a little boyish for my taste but had a nice beard and very nice lips. His body was completely average, rather soft, but shaped pretty cute, with a nice badonk. He gave fairly nice head but a little more deep-throaty than I like so I ate his ass while I held his gigantic tool (this was certifiably big-- at least 8") and my dick got hard, so I mounted him, pinned him, penetrated him, and plowed him from behind. He turned and watched my face, with his ass jutting out and his hands pulling my thighs to him hard and tight, then rested his head on the bed with eyes closed and said my name over and over while I dicked it into him deep. And we stayed close like that, close closed-circuit, pressed hard together, kissing and watching each other through a mist of pleasure generated by my thrusting tool, until I popped in him. He felt my dick throb and reached for his own truly, truly impressive tool and jerked an orgasm out of himself; I felt him pulsing all around my spent meat as he shot it out all over the sheets. Conversation was a little awkward after-- something tells me we may actually have stuff in common despite the age difference, but it wasn't happening. He dressed, I washed my dick, we shared some iced tea, and he hopped back on his bike and went back into the bowels of Brooklyn. An unusually efficient, quick fuck, but I feel very spry now. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here In my last post I talked a bit about poz guys, barebacking and risks. If you haven't already seen it the guy who blogs at mydirtyfavourites - another one who mostly fucks these days - has also talked about how he sees risks with guys who are poz but undetectable. Check it out. As a bonus you get lots of dirty pix and video clips in between the chunks of text. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I juiced up a pretty skanky dude. There are very real sexual "dialects" out there and it's pretty disappointing to me when someone who is pretty attractive-- he wasn't super hot or anything, but I liked his face and his body-- doesn't speak the same sexual dialect as me. Let me explain. This morning I was teased by a fantastic guy I fucked before, who is actually mostly top and typically only hits me up when he wants me to fuck some Latino kid in Bushwick with him or something like that. But he has a fantastic little body with a meaty ass that I'm dying to eat that incredible assmeat again and squirt another big load in him, and I'm flattered someone as good-looking as him keeps coming back for more, so I keep the dialog open. (I am not really interested in 3ways, but I confess the idea of watching this guy fuck another guy, then me separating them and taking turns deep-dicking them both, and cumming in one a few spurts, then pulling out and squirting the rest in the other, gives me a serious boner.) He exchanged a couple emails with me, expressing excitement at the idea of getting eaten out, then vanished, as he is prone to do. Maybe he found someone better, or a bottom, who knows. But he got my motor going and I had to fuck. I hit up another guy I had an awesome time with once, who also hits me up all the time asking for more. He will never go raw, however, and even though he is like one of the hottest guys I ever touched, I'm stupid and always want someone new, and someone who will take me unwrapped. But the first guy filled me with ass-hunger, and the second guy is beautiful, so I hit him up. And he wrote back instantly, saying he only had short periods free today. So then I was seriously frustrated. Skanky appeared a few hours later, after I sent a fusillade of unrequited can-I-fuck-you-please notes to guys I hadn't hit on before which made me sad and lonely. Skanky said he "needed" my cum. We'd talked before but hadn't sealed the deal. I figured this is what I was going to have to do today-- I needed ass. His pix were kinda OK but I did really like his face. So I ran over. And it was pretty skanky-- just so not how I like to have sex. From the beginning it was a pain in the ass. He's in Chelsea, which I think I am going to write off my menu forever now; I almost never have good experiences with the guys there. Eight Ave was flooded with rowdy high school kids coming in the other direction. The entrance to Skanky's building was under construction and confusing. The hallway on his floor was long and grim and reeked of pot (I loathe that smell). He opened the door wearing just a tank top and a cockring, and was already jerking his seriously massive tool, glistening with lube, as a tiresome, yappy little dog jumped around his ankles. I am old fashioned and hate this kind of thing; the buildup to pants-off is something I consider a big part of the fun, and it's almost kinda rude when someone opens the door masturbating. I looked over his shoulder and saw a big portable sling set up in the corner, jammed up against two walls and a modular couch, with the seat hanging over two giant exercise balls. The bedroom door was open and I could see a crappy loft bed in there. Great, I thought, another Manhattan dude without a good place to fuck. The sling, in particular, really annoyed me. I just hate sexual paraphernalia and find it mildly embarrassing (even cockrings, which are deeply annoying). As I said, he was kind of cute in a truck-drivery kind of way, but there wasn't anywhere good I could lay on top of him and enjoy looking at him with my bone up his hole. This was not going to be a fuck in my dialect. I did my best to go with it, and moved in to make out with him, which was pretty nice-- even he said so-- except after a minute or so I guess he had to "amp it up" by wiggling his tongue and grabbing my wang through my shorts. Note to everyone everywhere: wiggling your tongue while you are kissing is not sexy. He got down on the couch and pulled out my dick and sucked me pretty nicely till I was thick. I pulled my shorts all the way down and told him to kneel, and it felt great-- I love putting my hands on a buzzed head, cupping a scruffy chin with the other hand, while my tool is getting expertly sucked. But even with this he didn't have patience or finesse; he stopped the awesome head, which I was encouraging heartily, and jacked me hard with his slippery hand, muttering excited but unintelligible phrases. I asked if I could lay back and he got all excited and said "hell yeah" and his eyes were big and glistening as I spread my legs and pointed at my dong. And he got down on all fours and worked me really nice again. But then after another minute he just kept saying he wanted my load, he wanted my dick in me, and started the hard jerking thing again. Note to everyone everywhere: if you use your hands more than your mouth during a blowjob, you're cheating. He looked nice bent over me on the couch, so I figured all I could do was fuck him and cum in him and get it over with; this wasn't going to be a very satisfying experience. So I told him to stay in the position he was in, with his knees on the edge of the chaise and his weight on his hands, and got up to inspect the ass. I'm pretty sure the pictures online weren't him-- his ass was a lot hairier and not shaped the same-- but it was serviceable, and those giant nuts and that huge tool, even if it was all artificially engorged by the cock ring, were pretty impressive and alluring. I ate out his hole and it tasted pretty chemically, almost rubbery, and I worried that he had already been cum in. So I asked him flat out, "Did you already get fucked, man?" And he seemed a little wary, and said, "Yesterday, why?" I didn't answer, but tried again. I think he was just pre-lubed-- another tiresome habit. My face was actually getting slippery with lube as I ate him out-- a silicone-based kind that always feels extremely powdery and artificial to me. But he seemed to like what I was doing, saying "You can do this to me every day, that feels so good, you're so sexy, blablabla." Holding that massive dong while I pushed my tongue into his hole had me hard as a rock, so I slid it in, and it went it pretty easy, though he was tight. I fucked him like a dog for about 15 minutes, with a couple breaks to eat his ass some more. He kept alternately begging for the cum and looking at his phone, which had a picture of the little yappy dog on it, and a stream of emails-- he had told me at the beginning that he was worried about work calling or something, but this was ridiculous. This was not someone who was attuned to the finer pleasures of cornhole lovemaking. He periodically looked back and me plaintively and he really did look pretty cute; it was just a little depressing that it was going down this way. So I sawed away at him, looking out over a row of tenements on 19th St, trying to get as much sensation out of his hole as I could, giving him long deep strokes, and then just heaved it in as deep as I could and let the cum fly. He felt my dick pulsing and went into paroxysms of delight, since I guess this is the only unmediated part of sexual contact he allows himself. I held it in as deep as I could for a good while after I was done unloading, and he seemed to appreciate this, forgetting about the phone for a record 90 seconds. The little yappy dog's face stared up at me as the last drops of cum slimed out of my tubesteak into his body. "You fucked the cum right out of me, you made me cum too!" he claimed, and I said "Oh really?" and looked at the couch, but saw nothing. Maybe he came in his hand, but I didn't see where he could have wiped it without me noticing. I think it was all in his head. In fact, for this kind of guy, SEX is all in their heads. There's no time to enjoy anything, there's no give-and-take, there's no natural smell or taste, it's all overpowered, overdone, overslicked, over-stunk, over-thought, overwrought, overplayed. I staggered over to the bathroom to wipe all that gross lube off my mouth and beard and forehead, and he was already talking about "next time." Well dude, if we were fucking right, we'd still be fucking THIS TIME. I rode home on the subway with a mouth full of napalm-flavored lube, feeling a little sour. A Latin queen across the car kept staring at my hairy legs and my knees, which felt a little raw from the sisal carpet he had for me to kneel on while I was eating him out. Maybe he could tell what those knee burns were! Note to everyone everywhere: don't make people fuck you on modular furniture arranged around a sisal carpet. I came home to about 5 offers of hot hot ass from various guys, one of which came about 2 minutes after I left the house! Ah well. There's one more man in New York City with my sperm swimming inside him now, and that's something, I guess. Sex is such a wonderful thing. I just wish more guys could just let it happen. But I'm very judgmental, aren't I? I've probably lost half my readers with this screed! More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Sorry about the lack of updates lately. The fact is I'm not getting much action right now. The past year or so I was getting dicked pretty much every weekend by Jamie, plus he was fisting me most times as well. Now I'm in a new city and haven't yet found anyone to take over. I have hooked up a few times with Yoshi. We have a lot of fun - if anything he's more of a slut than me. But he's basically a hungry bottom, ultimately more interested in what goes into his hole than what he can put into mine, to the point where if he's fisting me he will sometimes manoeuvre himself so he can get me to fist him simultaneously. Now I may be generous and giving but when I'm getting fisted I really want the top to be completely focused on me, not trying to get some for himself. My deaf FB Shane is another hungry fist bottom but at least when he's doing me he's completely focused on opening me up and seeing how hard he can work my hole. Maybe I'll have better luck next weekend. I got hit up by a guy on bbrt who is going to be visiting. He describes himself as Arab, from London. Top, with an extra big dick, ticks just about all the boxes you can tick in a bbrt profile. He says he's poz and undetectable. Which raises the question: why do I end up hooking up with so many poz guys? Yoshi, Shane, the deckhelfer in Berlin, the guy in Sydney I didn't tell you about, the black guy in Chicago I didn't tell you about, the S&M top in SFO who broke a cane on my arse, the skinny ginge back home I didn't tell you about, the mad bug chaser/gifter 20 year old that I really don't even want to think about right now... And the cockney Arab who wants to breed me next week. Bit of a pattern there, huh? I guess the first question is whether I'm a chaser myself. The answer is no. Sure, there is a bit of a frisson that goes with the risk. But I really don't want the hassle that goes with being poz. I'm still just sufficiently risk averse that I won't hook up with guys on bbrt who list their status as unsure or don't care. I'm working on the (maybe dangerous) assumption that a guy who says he's undetectable is probably telling the truth, and the (also risky) calculation that my chances of getting infected by a top who's undetectable are low. But the risk is obviously there, especially if I get fisted before or after taking a load. But there is definitely something about poz guys that appeals to me. I think a lot of it's the attitude. The More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got blown by a 27-year-old med student who showed up in scrubs. ("I haven't been to the hospital yet," he said, "so I'm not like contaminated or anything.") He was a very nerdy-looking Jewish guy-- the kind Bubbe wants you to marry-- about 6'2, legs for days which looked very nice bent below him when he was squatting down in front of my tool with his scrub pants around his ankles. He was extremely awkward but gave really good head; something he said in a text ("I've been wanting to do this for a while") makes me wonder if he is inexperienced. Or maybe it meant he's seen my ads before and has wanted my dick specifically for a while (he did follow that up with "Your dick looks awesome"). Either way he was pretty talented, that's for sure. I could tell he smokes, however, and had popped an Altoid or something, which always makes my dick sting, go numb, and feel like it's freezing off when it comes out of the mouth-- not something I enjoy. He didn't want to kiss but leapt straight for my goods as soon as we got to the bedroom. And I just can't tell you how much a difference kissing makes for me. It's like taking the protein out of a meal-- this had all the trappings of a good hookup but I'm left still a little hungry and hollow-feeling. I liked his body a lot even though it was really too tall for me, and his dick was a real beauty-- same thickness as mine but about a half inch longer, which magically puts him in the "hung" category with all the attendant mesmerizing powers emanating from this magnificent tubesteak-- and the head was shaped perfectly, enough to make even a top like me feel his mouth water. After he sucked me for a good while, and I ate his ass a bit (it was incredibly tempting swelling generously there at the bottom of his lanky back, tight with thick cords of muscle running down the middle), and I got in the position on his back and kneeling over his head to fuck his mouth from above, that fantastic schlong was just staring me in the face, so I dropped to my side, grabbed his thigh from below with my left hand and held his torso from above with my right, and fucked my dick into his skull while I forced his dick into my own. He wiggled and yelped a bit, muffled some by my choad down his throat, but I think it meant he was surprised and liked it. I have to be in the mood, but when I am, there is nothing better than 69, and no better proof than God designed men to suck each other off. Eventually I decided I didn't care if he wanted to kiss, and hopped up on him, pressed out dicks together, held his arms back by putting my weight on his biceps, and sucked his lips as much as I liked while grinding into him. He let me, but it was rather like kissing a wooden Indian. My fantasy is that he wanted to kiss more intensely but wasn't letting himself, that he was hot for me but wasn't sure he wanted to do it. Whatever. It got me going enough to feel like I was going to cum, so I got off him and let him suck me from the side, with his long legs spread wide so he could stroke that beautiful tubesteak. He truly did worship cock, it seemed like. If I pressed it into his face, with the dickhead oozing against his eye, his muscles all went slack, and he received the pressure as if I was pressing a holy relic to his skin. He loved looking at it and holding it and running his thumb over the hot spot on the dickhead, watching for precum (which really only flows when I'm excited at the connection, as happens, not to flog a dead horse, only when guys like to KISS). After about half an hour, he took my dick out of his mouth and looked up at me like a puppy who just did wee wee on the carpet. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at my dick. "Do you want me to cum?" He looked almost ashamed of himself. "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm not putting in effort, and we said like an hour in email..." I laughed a little at how childlike his submission was. "Do you have to go?" I asked, knowing he'd said he would be going to school afterward, hence the scrubs. "Well, I *should*," he said. I told him to suck me some more and I would cum. He also hesitated about swallowing, which was clearly spelled out in my ad. But I'd had fun with him, so I didn't mind his hangup. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, and he said, "On me." "On you where?" I asked. "On my, you know, on my chest, and, you know, my face." "You want me to cum on your face?" I asked. He said "Well, you know, around my mouth, like, my lower face." I laughed again, stuck my dick back in his mouth, and told him to suck me some more and get me off. He got me there pretty quick and I came all over him, bit fat spurts with a lot of volume but not much pressure because I wasn't as excited as I usually am at the point of orgasm. But it was enough to give him apparent ecstasy, and he couldn't take his eyes off my slimy, gooey meat. He clearly wanted to get off while covered with my spooge, and told me to sit here, now squat there, put my dick here, then there, and he furiously beat off while holding my dick. He was having trouble coming, I could tell, but I told him to take his time. I think what got him over the edge was me taking a big swipe of my spooge off his chest, slapping it on my meat, and making him stroke it with that as lube. I fucked his one hand with my weight on his bicep and I guess watching my still-engorged dickhead pop in and out of his fist made him lose his shit. And he finally came. When I'd sent him off, I had two or three guys who also answered my ad wanting to suck me off, and I was a little sorry one of them didn't get to me first-- following up with them to see if any were worth keeping on call, they all said they were into making out. Ah well. Sometimes you just gotta get off. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I was on BBRT and found a hot black man to play with. Shorter than I would like, but his penis looked formidable. The plan was to meet up with him after my work-out and our emails etc seemed to be fine with me coming over. I find his place and pull into the lot. As I do, I see some other guy go towards the condo to be buzzed in. I hate to say it, but he looked gay and I was wondering, "what are the odds". I email my new "friend" and say, 'is it just going to be us', he replies yes, but others are coming over later. As I'm getting this, another gay looking dude is trying to get buzzed in. WTF? The second guy was larger, but not fat. Not as gay looking but he had a dad-bear thing going. He was having trouble buzzing in - and I thought it was him, but later when i tried to buzz in, it was not that intuitive of a system. As I was trying to buzz in, guy #1 came down. He looked me up and down and any question of him not being gay was gone - he was totally queer. But G (I'll call him G) buzzed me in and sure enough the bearish guy was in the condo. He has an ASL shirt on, so I figured (correctly) that he was deaf. G was very dark skinned and a lot of informal tatts. Many seem homemade, not prison ones. He and deaf guy were already naked and all I did was drop my shorts. Since I assume he met everyone on BBRT, that folks were there for raw sex. And we were. But with a third, I wasn't sure how it was going to play out, since clearly G was the top, everyone else coming over, assuming they didn't know others would be there, were all looking to get fucked. I was correct. G went to leave the room and Deaf Guy dropped to his knees and sucked me. I will say, he had a great mouth and knew what he was doing. G came back and watched. G liked to talk low and dirty - I don't think Deaf Guy heard most of what was said, though he wore a hearing aid. G went to fuck him, but only two-thirds hard. I asked if that first guy was up here too - he affirmed it. He said the guy just licked his ass - which of course gave me an idea. With G behind DG, positioning himself, I went under both of them to lick G's nuts and beyond. G slid into DG and I got a great view of the fuck while I licked. Ebony cock and white ass. You all know I'm not much of a fucker, but G asked me to fuck DG and I did. It took work and I wasn't horribly stiff, but I got in and fucked. G took his chance with me too - while fucking DG, he got behind me and slid into me - at lest for a while. G fucking me made me harder, which made DG moan. I actually did ok, fucking for about 10 minutes, but I wanted to cum. I wanted to show off for G and he was telling me I was a filthy white guy he wanted to fuck. Always nice to hear. I asked if he was going to fuck DG after I blew a load in him and he nodded. It was all I needed. I had a good five day load built up and I shot. ....and shot. ....and shot. Then I shot again. And unlike a lot of guys, I stayed in him for a bit. No quick pull out. I didn't want to drag my seed with my shaft. As soon as I was out, G pushed in. And he moved in and out, you could see my spunk covering his shaft. It was a sight to be seen. At least I enjoyed it. It didn't take too much longer for G to use that lube and mix it with his own cum. He buried that dark bone up that guy's ass and just shouted as he was cumming up the ass. It was fun to watch. While it was happening, I slid on my shorts, and shirt, grabbed my keys and nodded to G as I shut the door. In and out. That's what it's all about. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here For those of you who play with vacuum pumps and who have developed a blister on your dick every now and then: think piss. Yes, these blisters can become unsightly and to the uninitiated, will suggest a communicable venereal disease, especially towards the end when that ugly purple scab develops. Of course you will lance the pesky devil as soon as you notice it, and before he gets really big...but did you know that piss will speed the blister's healing? Spread a little pee on the blister as often as possible, and the blister will dry out much quicker and the scab won't look so goddamned butt ugly. Another Helpful Household Hint from Hell-oise. More...