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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in barebackBarebackRT.comBBRTCaliforniaCLcontactCraigslistCraigslist.orgcumfan fuckingFremontfuckNewarkNorthern CaliforniaOaklandSacramentoSan FranciscoSan JoseSexual actsSilicon ValleyTravel DiaryWebsitesWest Well… California…. here I come again. And I hope to cum again and again. LOL. I’ll be arriving on Monday and staying much of the week. Why I bother sometimes, I’m not sure. I get more hits off BarebackRT.com and Craigslist. In fact, no one ever follows up through here when I head out West. Anyway, I’m just letting everyone know. Related posts: Bullying Continues into Adulthood I've struggled for a while to write this one. I have a lot to write about because I have a lot of time. At home. Alone. No... Taking the Ass of a Tennessee Boy We'd been texting for a couple of months. Every once in a while, he'd pop up, begging me to come visit him and breed his ass.... My Blog Featured on Treasure Island Media Blog I am flattered. Treasure Island Media featured an entry from my blog*— this very site*— on their own blog. You can find th... More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Today was an epic ending to a cum filled week. It all began last Friday when I had the new buddy come down for some head, and then he wanted a repeat on Monday and that led to more. It seems that the cum karma gods that neglected me for so long decided it was time to let me feed. It was a warm afternoon, and since I had nothing planned I just figured I would jump on the train and head to an old haunt. This tearoom is in an office building near some major shopping, so it is great for those business men, construction workers, students and tourists. As I was walking towards the door I spotted an older gentleman sitting on the bench. He watched me walk by, so I made eye contact and kept walking. Entering the tearoom, I was lucky and one of the stalls was open. I shut the door and leaned back to check out the next occupant in the reflective wall behind us. Obviously he was there for the same reason, but as the door opened, and others came in he left the stall. I could see the new arrivals and the next one was the older gentleman. Once the traffic left and we were alone, I reached under to let him know I was there to suck. He immediately got down on his knees and shoved his cock under the stall. A good sized cock, and it was hard already. Now, this tearoom can be notorious for being too busy, so I did not waste any time. Swallowing every inch of his tool, I began to suck and stroke. We were not interrupted and in less than five minutes he was bucking and moaning, and unleashing his seed into my mouth. I thanked him for the load, and he left the stall. While sitting there licking the pre cum off my cock, others began to arrive. One I recognized from other tearooms. He took the stall next to me...and once we were alone I saw him stand up. I unlocked my stall and went to stand in front of him. He was not up for being sucked, so I suggested a jack off onto my face. Unfortunately the door opened at that moment and we had to regroup. It was only a couple of other tearoom aficionados, and I once again left the stall to service. The new arrivals were both stroking and one was at the urinal. I went over, and when he was sure it was okay, he turned around and leaned against the wall. My first impression was college football player/ construction worker. He had been stroking already and there I was looking at his cock and furry balls out of his pants, and I went down on him. The other two guys were watching, and my young man was vocal about telling me to suck his cock. I was eager to accommodate, and let him know by not stopping - I just kept sucking and slurping. Well, once again it was traffic time and we all had to stop. As the others left, I also headed out thinking that the young man may want to finish somewhere else. He stopped at the bench, but did not pursue it. Okay. I looped back around and went into the tearoom. The same young stud was in the stall and no one else was around. Offering to finish him off, I stood near the urinal and watched him stroking his cock in the stall. Well, once again it picked up traffic and I bided my time. The young guy was either running late or spooked because he left the stall and headed out. BUT... As I was washing my hands, a very tall middle aged guy walked in. He was tall enough that he could see over the stall as he turned around. We made eye contact and I figured he was there for some fun, or at least open to it. Sure enough, once the room was clear I could see him stroking. Not wasting any time, I went over to the stall and he opened the door. Damn, he was larger than a beer can and rock hard! I could barely even get my hand around the base, but I was not going to let that be a deterrent. I leaned over and took as much of that cock as my mouth would allow, and stroked the base. He was eager to fill my mouth, and I told him to coat me in cum. Then I went back to his cock. Rapid stroking and using every bit of tongue and lips, plus what I could get into my throat... In less than a minute he was on the edge and his knees started to give out. He leaned back, let out a mighty moan and let a ******* of cum loose on my tongue. I swallowed every drop as quick as I could and kept stroking the shaft. When he was finally drained, I looked up and thanked him for a great finish. He just laughed and smiled...I don't think he was expecting such a quick but hearty finish. It has been a long time since I had a week full of cum loads, and you all know just how much I hunger for it....so, let's just keep those cum karma gods happy. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAnonymousAtlantabarebackBarebackRT.comBBRTblogblowjobbottomCaucasianCLCraigslistCraigslist.orgcumcum dumpEthnicityfuckgayGeorgiaglory holegloryholeLocationmusclepoppersSexual actsSexualitySocial mediaspittoptwinkTypeWebsitesWhite My testosterone rebounded of late or something. I’m hornier than a hound dog in heat with an ass rash. So I posted on BBRT and Craigslist that I’d be hitting up the local adult bookstore to fuck some ass. I was not the only horny guy in the world. Fuck if I didn’t get a few dozen responses. Weeding things down, I ended up with two serious contenders*— one a top from BBRT and one a bottom from Craigslist. I didn’t give a fuck which one I ended up with, I just wanted hole. The question all came down to timing and who got my cock first. When I arrived, the place was hopping. The two of them were texting updates regarding their arrival times. I didn’t promise anything, although secretly hoped the top would arrive first. He did. We met on opposite sides of a booth. I dropped my jeans and shoved my cock on the other side through the oblong gloryhole. He sucked me hard and when I pulled away, his slightly hairy ass was at the gloryhole. I couldn’t get a good look at him, but his ass was practically flawless. I felt around and found the asshole. It was a little damp, probably from some sweat and from his effort cleaning it out earlier. I spit on my hand and slathered it on his pucker. I added more spit to my 7 incher and put it at his hole and pushed inside. He gave way. A little at a time, but it went it. As his ass opened up more and more, I slid in deeper. I gotta admit. For a top, he took it like a champ. He never backed away. Pretty soon I was all the way in. I rested there a moment before pulling out all the way. He shifted a little too far to the left and I had to get his hole lined up with the gloryhole again. Then I went in again. His mostly dry hole and the slight amount of spit made for a perfect fit. He was tight as hell. And his ass-ring gripped my ass just perfectly. I began to fuck. And fuck in earnest. Part of me wanted to take this 30-year-old ass some place where I wasn’t blocked by this wall. Yet, with a gloryhole, all you feel is your cock in an ass. There’s something fantastic about that simple sensation of just a cock in a hole. A tight hole at that. I fucked at a pace. And that pace picked up. And I found myself slamming into the wall in front of me harder. And faster. I took a snort of poppers. And that did it. I was over the top and into the zone. I could feel my spunk boiling up and surging from my balls and through me until I was spurting into that raw hole of his. I just shoved into his ass and let it flow out. Then I pumped some more, making sure to plant my seed deep in his ass before pulling out, pulling up my jeans, zipping up and leaving. But before I left, I shoved my hand through the gloryhole and gave him the “thumbs up” sign. Now that was an ass I want to fuck again. Related posts: Travel Diary, Day 1: Flakes Are Universal I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I posted the first ad of the trip on Craigslist. When you're "new meat" in a to... I Explain How Gloryholes Work on Free Distorted View Daily I'm being touted as a "glory hole expert" on the Distorted View podcast (as explained in an earlier entry). A free,... Another Nor'easter: Travel Date Added for Philadelphia The Northeastern tour will actually begin in the Philadelphia area. The "City of Love" will see what I mean with so... More...

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To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Ok, this has been one hell of a week for cum loads!! Since last Friday I have been fortunate to service every day, sometimes more than once...and today was the fifth day in a row...damn. Last week I had an inquiry about this blog. The guy found me on the scruffy man app, and told me he loved lunchtime fun and wanted to see the blog. I sent the link to him, and he sent me a torso pic...lean swimmer build, flat stomach and just a hint of pubes and cock showing in the unbuttoned jeans. Well, you know that I had to suggest that I would gladly pull him out and swallow a load. He sent a note asking when lunch was, and I replied that it could be arranged due to the feeding time. I do like to be flexible for my cum feeding friends. On that day, he was heading across the bay, so we missed out on connecting. He asked for some extra pictures and I sent a cock sucking shot from the blog. I also told him that if he were in my neck of the woods, to hit me up. Today he sent a note asking if I was around at a specific time for a feeding. I replied that I could be. Over the next few minutes we went through the details, and he was on his way. Having seen his picture on the app, I knew him when we met on the street. As I led him to my new favorite spot, I could not wait to see what was under his torn jeans. Once we were inside and the door was locked, I took off my baseball hat as he took off his shirt. I reached out to grasp his belt buckle and began to undo it. Once it was undone, he undid the buttons and I saw he was going commando. I was looking directly at that pic of his pubes and cock base! HOT. Getting down on my knees, I reached out and took his cock into my hand. He was soft at this point, so I started working on getting him erect....which did not take long. I do indeed love a grower, and when he was at full attention it was a beautiful long straight cut cock with a mushroom head topping it off. Right away we found that he was going to be a fun, full deep throat blow job. I eagerly devoured his cock all the way down to his furry cum filled balls. Once we got into a rhythm, I was ready for a piston face fuck, and he was up for providing it. Swallow to the base, cup the balls and slide off until the head was resting on my tongue. I had seen his bubble butt as the jeans came down, and I reached around to grab one of those tight little globes and kept up the cock sucking. After a few minutes of that, he determined that is was time to lean against the sink and he led me over. Back between his legs, I eagerly took his rock hard cock back into my mouth. I pushed more of it down my throat this time, and even felt that extra two inches that many guys have. As that pushed down my throat, I heard him let out a moan, and I knew he was feeling how tight and hot my throat would be. Well, obviously he enjoyed that so much that it turned me into a cum hungry pig and I let him pummel my tonsils while I had a grip on his tight little ass. I had spit and throat slime running down my chin as he and I kept skull fucking my mouth. Soon, I had gone for so long that I needed to swallow, and I let out a small gag - which also shot a dollop of pre cum out of my cock and onto the floor. Somehow he grew even harder, and it was a non-stop deep throat skull fuck tonsil pounding blow job. I did not know who was going to burst and finish first...there was so much pre cum and spit that I was almost drowning but he just kept sliding down my throat and I just let it run down my chin. He hit that point of no-return and let out a moan to let me know. I honestly don't know if he meant to, or it was just such a huge load about to unleash that he needed to prepare. I felt the shaft swiftly expand, and then my mouth filled with cum. Swallowing the cum, pre cum and my spit all in one gulp, I wanted more and he kept unloading. With his nuts fully and completely drained, and with me on my knees just savoring the feast, we both needed to catch our breath. I then stood up as he slid his cock back into his pants. It was time to exit that room, and I noticed that it had that smell of a sex intense sweat filled nook. Outside, we went our separate ways and as I got down the block I sent him a note to say thanks for the hot load and let him know that I was adding our encounter to the blog. His response was "hot mouth :)", and "I'll have to come back for more". Yes indeed. Stay tuned and maybe next time I will hand him my camera so you can see the blow job from his point of view. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAnonymousAsianAtlantabarebackcumcum dumpcuriousEthnicityfuckgayGeorgiaIndianLocationpoppersSexual actsSexualitytwinkType He was drunk. Barely 6 o’clock in the afternoon, and his body reeked of the alcohol he’d likely been pouring into it since noon or even earlier. Surprising he could stand upright. Cute enough, in the dim lights of the upstairs area of the adult bookstore, he looked rather young. Now up close, my suspicions were confirmed. At 24 or 25, he stood a little over 5-foot-8. His skin was dark, but he wasn’t African American. I’d only been here a few minutes and hadn’t had enough time for my eyes to adjust to the interior when we were already in a room. My nice 7 inches standing up and his curved 5 inches uncut cock. “What do you get into?” he asked. His breath was heavy with vodka. “I’m a top,” I said. “What about you?” “I like to get fucked.” “Good.” That’s all it took. He never sucked me. He just dropped his pants lower and bent over. His ass was smooth and dark as well. Tan? No. I felt his perfect little ass. A nice amount of meat on it. When I found the pucker, the lube and possibly previous loads there. I lined my cock up and pushed in. He didn’t make a sound. I just fucked. I fucked hard. I fucked soft. I moved passionately. I motioned with purpose. And then I started getting toward the point where I was finally getting close. But this bending over shit wouldn’t work. Despite the awkward nature of our pants around our ankles, I told him to move up on the room’s platform mattress and lay down. He wasn’t playing with himself. He just let me do the work. So I mounted him and began to really fuck with purpose. After a snort of poppers, I went into a zone where my cock just slid in and out of his ass. He had a good amount of friction and it led me to that point of no return. Soon I was grunting. And I began to shoot into his ass. I let it all go. All my cum. I didn’t ask whether he wanted it. I just simply unloaded. I took a moment to recover. He remained quiet and still. I unmounted, the cock coming out of his ass. I stood. He scrambled up behind me. “Thank you very much,” he smiled, his white teeth glistening. “Where are you from,” I asked. “India,” he responded. “Nice,” I said. “My first Indian.” “Huh?” he said. “Never mind,” I responded. I left him. He probably looked for more cock, but I headed home. Related posts: Breeding a Redneck Behind an Abandoned House The last week or so kept me busy for a variety of reasons and, for whatever the reason, I've just not had the luck with getti... Travel Diary, Day #2: And Mark's Blue Balls Are Getting Larger! Another night, another set of abortions from the men of the San Francisco Bay Area. Perhaps if I were in the city proper, it ... I'll have the double rice California offers many pleasures but for me, it happens to be a larger percentage of Asians among the fuckable population. I'... More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here As many of you know, I used to work in the Union Square area of the city which offered multiple locales for me to service. One of the best, and still my favorite when it is necessary, is a hotel bathroom nearby. Back in February I happened to be in the neighborhood early, and was supposed to be meeting a hot young guy that claimed to want service. Being a good cocksucker, I arrived at the appropriate time, but he was a no-show. While I was debating how long to stick around, a hot businessman happened to open the stall door. He was not expecting anyone, but I instantly recognized him from an online profile picture. I stood there and let him make the next move. He seemed about to walk away, but I think he clued into why the door would be open... and as we kept eye contact I stepped back and let him know to follow and shut the door. Sure enough, he did and I instantly went to his pants and pulled out his cock. Wham, bam and thank you... He asked if I was there often, as he sometimes has meetings there. I told him that I used to work nearby, but would be happy to do it again. Cut forward to yesterday. He sent me a reply on the cruising hairy man site, and we discussed the encounter in the bathroom. Then he said that he wanted it to happen again... I told him that I knew of a place nearby, and that if he wanted to feed me a load to let me know. Today he arranged to be here around lunch time. I told him the details and eagerly awaited the time. After leading him to the bathroom, and shutting the stall door he began to draw out his cock. Damn, it was as smooth and snaked down as I remembered. He was soft as I got down on my knees, but after three good swallows to the balls it began to grow. I knew it was so large that I had to force my mouth open, but had forgotten the added bonus of it being curved down. Cupping his plum sized balls in my hand, I began to give that curved monster all the attention it needed. Using my tongue and lips, I spit lubed his cock until I had it ready to impale my throat. I leaned in and guided it past my tonsils. Now, anyone that sucks a downward curve cock knows how awesome it feels to just naturally bend and fill your throat. His cock was long enough that by the time I had him to the balls I was sure he could have poked out my chest. He seemed to enjoy the feel of my throat wrapped tight around, and he let me know with a small moan. I was breathing through my nose and had to come back up to avoid gagging...it was just so thick. Going back to sucking and swallowing, I used my hand to work on the curve as I let the shaft continually glide across my tongue and begin to enter my waiting throat. We kept up that routine for a few minutes, with my throat milking the head and then the shaft, and then slowly edging him past my tonsils a few more times. Soon he was at the edge and while just at the base of my tongue he began to buck and moan. I knew the sweet cum was about to flow and let him slide past and into my open throat. I felt the first and second spasm as the shaft pulsed and he emptied his ball juice down my throat. When he was at the point of super sensitive, he pulled out and I kept my hand on the shaft. Slowly milking his cock, I was able to get three more good sized dollops of cum to wash down the rest. As I got to my feet, he was smiling and had that fresh drained glazed look in his eyes. Love that look. After he and I went our separate ways outside, I texted him and said thanks.... he replied back "No, thank you. That was hot". Always good to hear that my services are appreciated ( in addition to the hot loads that fill my waiting mouth). More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Apparently my cum and bus riding karma through the roof this week! I not only had my backpack returned with both video cameras still inside, but I have had the pleasure today of serving one very well endowed new buddy, and another hot Latino with a tasty uncut cock. Now, the uncut young Latin0 was introduced via video in a previous post, and he continues to reach out when he is in need. Today he happened to catch me before lunch, so I arranged to meet up. I took him in to a bathroom that was perfect for a one on one encounter and before he even had his cock pulling out of his briefs, it was hard and pointing right at my face. He has a fairly tight foreskin when he is fully erect, and today it was stretched to the limit. I took him down to his balls and then just started to give him the blow job he requested. After a few minutes of intense deep throat and massage, he directed my mouth down to his balls. Not being one to refuse, I went down and he kept up jacking off. As he was ready to bust his nut, he let me have it - he was aimed for my mouth but the first shot went up towards my eyes. With that shot sitting by my eye, the rest of his spunk was delivered onto my waiting tongue. Now, for round three with the other buddy... He first had me on my knees last Friday, and has since stopped by twice more. He remarked before our first encounter that he really does not get good blow jobs and ends up being the cock sucker. Well, after the first session he was impressed and thought about it over the weekend. Yesterday he sent me a text and mentioned that he really enjoyed what I can do with his cock, and that a repeat was requested. I said sure, just come on down and we will get you off again. He met me out on the street, and I took him to the same private bathroom. Now, you all know that I always tell guys to let me know if they need to get off again. I do appreciate it when someone wants to give me as much cum as they can produce. I have had many guys say that whatever it is I do with my tongue and throat is amazing but the honest truth is that I just do what comes naturally. He was soft when he first pulled out and I was on my knees. I already knew how large it was going to be, so I just took over and did what felt right. Starting out working on spit shining the entire cock, cupping his balls and using my tongue, lips and throat. This is one guy that I feel more at ease not using my hands, but working it all with my oral skills... and he seems to appreciate that! Once again, as he grew and was rock hard, I knew it was only a matter of time before he was filling my mouth with seed. Before he came over yesterday, he ,said the wanted to see a repeat, and I originally said that I naturally wanted it all over my face...well, when he begins to build up that spunk he cums quick out of the start and it tastes so good that I never came off, but just kept my mouth locked around to catch it all. Today he sent a note that he was walking by at lunch and thought of my mouth. I replied that he could have fed me again...and that led to him asking if that would be too much. I told him just what my friends and husband know - if I could suck cock and swallow cum every day, I would. Well, at that point he DID want to cum again. So I told him to head down the street and it could be done. This time, as he pulled out of his briefs it was damn close to a hard on before my lips even touched it. HOT! After sucking off my Latin buddy, I was already cum primed and I knew what this hung cock could do. I went down on his shaft and head, and it was minutes before he was swelling up in my mouth. It was close to beer can thick, and I just had to feel it slide down my throat. He could tell what I wanted, and when I began to open wide and push from the balls he led the way and shoved into my throat. I hit a tiny bit of gag reflex, but that also put him on the road to the edge. Once I pulled back from that throat stretch, he and I knew it was time for a "balls hitting chin" throat massacre. He began to piston fuck and I just let my mouth open. The spit and throat slime coated his shaft and let him go to town without stopping. I was sure it was going to be the edge..but, he and I took a breathe and went back at it. At this time, I did grasp his cock with my hand and gave it a quick stroke but had to get back to a hands free blow. I went back down to his balls. Now that he was closing in on an orgasm that I anticipated would be impressive, I worked my tongue around the head and upper part of the shaft. That was all it took...and then he was moaning and spewing cum onto my waiting tongue. Once again, the volume was amazing and I could taste it as it washed over my tongue and slid down my throat. He is heading out of town for a week, so I am sure there will be a text upon his return... More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here A couple of days ago, I blogged about the Blatino Oasis phenomenon and their Erotica Awards and didn't quite give honoree Randy Cochran his proper due. I'm making amends for that right now. Randy was honored with Blatino Oasis Erotica Awards' Lifetime Achievement Award for his contributions to the adult entertainment industry....it's not a bareback award, per se, but you have to remember that Randy goes back to the Pre-Condom Era when he starred in the Black Forrest production, 'Making It Big' in 1983. He fucks a very masculine bottom by the name of Long...Bert Long maybe?...and the sequence is so fabulous that I bootlegged it in the VHS format years ago and I still review it from time to time. Black Forrest required its performers to act, as most of their videos had plotlines...and Randy did a better than adequate job on that score, as well. Randy was recognized by the GAYVN in 2006 with an induction into the porn Hall of Fame. I should have mentioned all of this when I first blogged about it, and now you know. If you want to reach Randy, you may do so through Rentboy...Randy works out of LA, or check out his ad in the classifieds of Frontiers Magazine. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t even ha time for sex. So I wanted to make up for lost time this weekend. Unfortunately I only got two loads in me. The first was nice though. Met up with a guy in Manhunt. We both had chores to do, but were both too horny to concentrate on them. I didn’t even ask him to unlock his pics— I just told him to cum over and breed me. I was met at the door by a nice surprise: late 40’s, handsome, ice blue eyes, and a beefy chest. We made out and he stripped me right there at the door. We got to my bedroom and he took charge— and it was all about me. He sucked my cock, licked my nuts, ate my ass, and worked my nips. I was in heaven! Then it was my turn to suck— again a surprise. Dude had to be pushing 8 inches, easy! And the cock ring had him nice and hard. Pretty soon I was straddling him and begging to be fucked. He obliged, and with a bit of lube and a lot of spit, I had him inside to the hilt. He continued to work my nips while simultaneously jacking me. This drove me crazy and I rode the snot out of him. Ten minutes or so later he asked for the poppers. Two snorts and a couple thrusts later he’s planting his seed up in my colon. This made me blow my 3 day load all over him, which he licked off his hand. Then he smiled up at me and said, “Feel better?” Oh yes I did! The second load came courtesy of a “married” guy that loves to fuck around with me behind his partner’s back. Whenever he sees me online he asks if I need a load— I always say I do. He has a nice 7 inch cock and he only lives 10 minutes away. Our fucks are always no-nonsense as he is usually “out for errands” or “picking up the kids from soccer”. We strip, I suck, then squat. We do poppers and talk about how wrong it is for him to cheat like this— especially bareback. It’s naughty. It’s bad. Right before he cums I usually beg him not to cum inside. To pull out to be “safe”. This always makes him blow inside me. Then it’s a quick cleanup an he’s on his way back to the fam. It’s hot. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAfrican AmericanAtlantabarebackbeefblowjobbottomCaucasiancrushcumdeceptionEthnicityExhibitionistfan fuckingfuckgayGeorgiaglory holegloryholeLocationmusclereal feelingsSexual actsSexualityspitsubmissivetoptwinkTypeWhite Be sure to read Part One and Part Two We left the room, his ass richly seeded with two of my loads planted deep. He was hot in pursuit of more cum. Over the course of the next hour, we would bump into one another. A semi-straight man pulled him into a room and bred him, degrading his “faggot ass” and filling his pussy full of cum. It only got him hotter. And when we encountered each other and he recounted the story, I wanted to see him get bred again. The Wednesday night crowd at the adult bookstore just didn’t seem to be living up to the promise, I was about to give up. But something magical started happening. Within about 10 minutes of one another, two bottoms got naked and just sat in open rooms waiting for cock. I’m standing upstairs watching one and then the other. Both are respectable, although one is a muscular black man and quite attractive. My friend comes upstairs and shortly following him is a tall black man. They make a bee-line for an open room and I’m invited in. The black top isn’t real happy I’m there, so I’m relegated to watching and jacking my cock some. As the latte-skinned top peals off his clothes, he reveals massive pecs and a perfection of a body. When his shorts come off, the cock that springs forth is one of those massive ones you see in porn. My friend’s eyes widen. He *kneels naked and goes to sucking on this huge arm that, for all the trite “baby arm” references, I’m guessing it’s larger than that. As my friend, now with three loads in his ass, sucks, the black top pushes his head deeper onto that humongous appendage. He’s choking. The width alone cannot fit down any throat, no matter how much anyone relaxes. The top bends over to feel my friend’s ass. It’s a hint. Eventually, after sucking a while, my friend glances at me and I mouth, “Offer your ass.” After choking for too long on the monster, now covered with a thick spit, and the top playing with a slightly out of reach ass, the bottom lays on his back and his ankles float naturally toward the ceiling. The top jerks his slicked cock and slaps it against the hole. The bottom is so thin and his hole was tight for me. I’m wondering how it will accommodate this*elephantine cock. The top stops slapping the ass, pauses and turns around. He grabs his pants. Fuck. I’m hoping he’s searching for lube. Maybe poppers. The top is trying to find the right pocket and then pulls it out. A Magnum condom. He hurls it at the bottom. If only I’d had time to train my friend. Bottoms can sabotage condoms easily. But I’d never had the chance to teach him any techniques. Dumbfounded, he holds the condom and then hands it back to the top, who rips it open and, like a porn star, puts the shiny plastic over his cock. Some spit follows and, luckily, the previous loads aren’t all dried out. The top positions it at the opening of this tiny bottom’s hole and, with his massive muscles, pushes in. The bottom’s eyes open wider than ever, his mouth gapes and… well… he’s screaming, “OH FUCK!” It slides into him. Some how. It seems physically impossible. But it is. The bottom tries to control his massive black man’s pace. He attempts to stop the onslaught. But he can’t. And the black man begins to own the little bitch bottom the way he wants. As he fucks him, rolling his hips, I can watch the muscles in his well-defined back, ass and legs move with precision and rhythm. There’s a musicality to it. It’s not a simple in and out. There’s a pumping and side to side, up and down, circular. It’s a dimensional fuck. He’s got a technique that’s exquisite to watch. “I want you to cum inside me,” the bottom says. “I don’t think I can take this cock much longer.” I’m imagining the top has heard this before. So he grunts an approval and then speeds up and, quite frankly, proceeds to fucking with some force. I’m surprised my friend survives this onslaught as I watch the strain of how the top’s muscular arms pull the bottom’s legs toward him at the same time the top’s hips force forward. It’s a collision of the black’s thighs to the white’s ass. “I’m cumming,” the gutteral grunts. And he fucks even harder, if that’s possible. Slamming with force. I can see my friend’s cock swinging flaccid. Yet, he seems content in a weird way. Then he pulls out and pulls off the condom, tossing it in the small trash can in the room. My friend is on his knees, sucking the remaining cum off the cock. “I usually pull out to cum,” the top says. “I don’t usually do that.” Neither of us say anything. I’ve only got my pants open, so I zip up. As the top begins to put his clothes on, he explains how he prefers one-on-one and not three-ways. This is the first time anyone has ever watched him fuck. We all make small take. I think my bottom friend and I are thinking the same thing. Finally he leaves and we close the door behind him. I neglect to lock it, although it does no good because the other two bottoms are out there giving free fucks. We aren’t disturbed. My friend’s pants are down soon and I’m fishing around the trash for the condom. I find it. Pull it out. It’s so huge. I could never really get it on me inside out. I try though. But the tip where all that white juiciness is located would never be exposed. And the condom is so stretched out now. So I take my fingers on the inside-out condom and push it inside his raw hole. I know he’s really raw inside his ass. As I’m adding the fourth load to his mix, I push in deep and along the edges. I want to make sure that the DNA contributors from these three men bond with this bottom boy. That we all become a part of him and he know it. That he feels this. As I push the condom in and out, the slimy goodness disappears more and more and now there’s just a film of ass juices on the condom. My cock is hard. I want to fuck him some but I know he’s sore. “I need to cum,” he says. He flips over and I play with his ass while he jerks his cock. Soon he’s shooting his load. As we clean up and get ready to go, I admit there’s something about him that attracts me. Something deeper than his looks. Something more than his twisted sexual nature. And as I look into those brown eyes and again get lost in the limbo, there’s a recognition there. Related posts: The Bareback Brotherhood Is Not Composed of Bombers, Radicals or Religious Nuts Today, I stumbled around the Twitterverse and ended up checking out entries from Chris Ashford's @lawandsexuality, which ment... 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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here As most of my readers know, I don't post reviews of videos I don't like, so you'll never catch me giving a negative review, and if I don't review the works from certain producers, you can draw the obvious conclusion. So, I had neglected to give space to the stuff put out by RawJoxxx because I was consistently disappointed with their videos. I mean that I have bought RawJoxxx on occasion, so it isn't like I don't know them. For example, when I saw Marco Cruise in full frontal on the box cover of 'Pump Some Ass,' I bought it right away without doing some research online. At least RawJoxxx has its marketing down; that cover is going to sell that only fair video. I mean how could you go wrong with Marco Cruise bottoming for Nick Roberts? Well, I didn't like the camera angles, for starters, and the positioning of the performers disappointed. I can't recall if there were any of the usual crotch shadows, as there had been in other RawJoxxx movies, but let's just say that after I played it out at home, I went out and resold that video...it wasn't good enough to take up space in my library. Having said all that, videographer and creative mind at RawJoxxx, Tyler Reed, has turned out a splendid little work built around a 'new' (to me) performer named Kane Rider, who has 'Go Fuck Yourself' tattoo'ed on his lithe, muscular, expressive bod. It's as if Tyler Reed re-learned the business (he's been around for a while) with this video, and 'Go Fuck Yourself' is one of the best videos of the year so far. Buster Sly fucks Kane in the opening sequence, and we get all the great shots we want...great scene, Sly NEVER fails to impress. Then Kane displays his versatility topping a couple of Latin sluts...Rocco Martinez in a sling, and then superstar-waiting-to- happen Danny Lopez (also known as Diego Catalan in some videos) in a sauna, before getting nailed by the aforementioned Mr. Reed in a thrilling, cockstiffening finale. Here Mr. Reed slam fucks Kane into shooting a nice, rich load on Kane's own belly after an extensive, gymnastic display right out of the Kama Sutra, then lubing Kane's ass with Kane's own cum, and then pumping it in ferociously, churning up a sloppy creamy mess out of that worked-out hole. For those of you who complain that there aren't any great white on black bi-racial scenes, buy this dvd and you'll stop complaining. My only complaint: Danny Lopez's big ass needs a big bed. A sauna bench not so much. Hats off to Tyler Reed for this fine work from an unexpected source. Well, all that's over now. We'll be expecting great stuff from Tyler Reed next time out. Buy this dvd!! More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... One of my recent rendezvous with Rob turned into something of a learning experience for both of us, especially for me. He wanted to take me out to a private club he knew about, sort of a dingy place that used to be a tiny corner bar in a working-class neighborhood but is now just a place where gay guys hang out, listen to music and I guess have sex in the bathroom. I never saw much sex but that's probably because of the cloud of smoke in this joint. Is it me or do too many gay guys smoke like chimneys? Well, cigarettes and I don't mix too well. I nearly died of all the smoke and probably acted like a baby wanting to leave. So to make it up to him for agreeing to leave earlier than he would have liked, I started going down on him as soon as we got back to his car, then at his place, took 3 loads over several hours in every position including a little wheelbarrow action. Not only were we looking to unload but also looking for extra cardio i guess. lol. Only position we didn't do was what I call the cradle fuck. By the time we thought of it, Robert was exhausted, and he would've had to do most of the work on that one. ;-( But I did try something different this time. You see, Robert is black, and I've gathered from the past few years of knowing him that racist stuff really, really bothers him. (It bothers me too, trust me.) And I know the N-word is one of his action words. In other words, he can get quite worked up over it. So while he was behind me fucking the shit out of me and working to give me Load No. 2, we were both getting pretty verbal. He was calling me a white bitch whore and I was begging him to go harder. Finally, in the heat of the moment, i yelled out "Fuck me Nigger!" and that did it... He slammed his palm flat on my butt that sent shock waves through my skin. He followed with a couple more in the same spot (that's probably why it was still visible five days later.) And he started ramfucking me without mercy, where he pulled his cock out all the way then ram-slammed it, to the hilt, hitting my wall and hurting like a motherfucker. In fact, from that point until he came about 10 minutes later, it hurt like it hasn't in a long while. I felt like I was being raped, for real. He demanded to hear what I called him again, and I repeated it, only to have him repeat the spanking and the raping. The third time, I refused to repeat the word but instead begged him to forgive me. He ordered me to shut up and take it, that this was now a punish fuck and I was not going to enjoy it... Secretly, I loved every second, especially now in hindsight, but boy it did hurt, I gotta admit that. Don't worry, we're all good. He knows I don't have a racist bone in my body, and just before we fucked we had watched some porn where the N-word was thrown around by a black bottom. We pillow-talked later about it, when I sought to make sure he knew I abhorred the word in real life, but in the throes of passion, using it at that time in that particular circumstance just came naturally and, in truth, had the exact desired effect of spurring him to fuck me like he rarely does. Rough, raw and relentless -- my Xtube code words, which are in honor of him. lol. That was a couple of weeks ago. I'm tempted to try it again later this week when we hope to hook up again. But I don't want him to think I'm now hooked on that word. Guess we'll just have to play it by ear. I'm curious to hear what all my black online buds think... More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here This week I was traveling around the city and lost my bag with the two video cameras. I am on a search for something compact and easy to use - I just loved those Flip cameras!! Once I have something, you know I will break it in with some cock sucking swallowing cum guzzling facial scene. Until then, I will keep swallowing loads and sharing it here with you. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I missed Blatino Oasis, the party in Palm Springs that occurs the weekend closest to Cinco de Mayo (a Mexican holiday but now grown to include not just Latinos but truly everybody) when I always seem to have something else to do...mostly doing my Mexican friends of which I have many. But I'm still interested in Blatino Oasis and I always check xtube to find out if anyone's posted something. There's nothing as of yet, but there are a few clips from Blatino Oasis 2011, and sadly all of them are rather short, less than a minute each. And a few seem to be of the same public fucking...a slender young bottom sitting on a top on a kind of stage, so it must have been a planned performance. Some of the guys honored this year are part of the Black Rayne family and I've gotta say, that while I'm still getting to know these guys, as a rule, they are all outrageously talented sex toys. They are all in their 20's but they all fuck like they're beyond the age of discovery and are old hands at fucking and getting fucked. I started following Black Rayne when they signed up L'il Papi, the hottest piece of Latin ass on the Eastern Seabord and who I admired for his work at Rawstrokes. But now I'm impressed by just about every bottom who crops up: Storm, Smoke, Carlitos, and others, they are uniformly fantastic. Trappboy was awarded Bottom of the Year or Something Like That, and I feel that's an honor well deserved. Black Rayne, and Black Breeders are the go to sites for the best bareback sex on the web. The dvd versions seem to be sporadic, and the names keep changing, at least from what I can make out of it. For those of us who like to buy dvds and build a library we can refer to without having to go online (those damned greasy fingers), we'll have to wait a little bit, or possibly forever. Blatino Oasis also honored Randy Cochran, one of the first black pornstars of the mainstream studios of the time, as opposed to working for a 'black' studio like Black Forest (does anybody remember the remarkable Daryl Harris?). Randy was (is?) mostly a top and rocked the '80's until AIDS changed the business. So, you can see him as a survivor of sorts, although he's not working anymore, as far as I know, we are delighted to learn that he's still around and showing up at these events. The host hotel for Blatino Oasis was the Canyon Club, and I'm sure there was a lot of action going on...it's not very big but they have a vast outdoor area, a sex garden, if you will. I was there in the winter when it was too cold to hit the sex garden, and my time at the playroom was fruitless mostly because of a bunch of sillyass frat boys who were clothed, messing around with the lights, and laughing and giggling like a bunch of sillyass sorority sisters. Maybe that's what they really were. I'm sure they were NOT at Blatino Oasis. So to get it into our heads: Cinco de Mayo means Blatino Oasis in Palm Springs. Maybe next year. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here It was a slow day in the office, and I had already been chatting with a hot young grad student. He is visiting family and was trying to get away for a blow job. Well, after lunch a hot furry guy that had chatted with me earlier said hello. He asked what was up and I said that I was at work, but horny. He replied back with the same. So, I suggested a cock swallowing session. He did not have a place nearby so I told him to head down my direction. We met on the street and I led him to a bathroom that is private and would be perfect. I shut the door, locked it and turned around. Right away we both smiled as we began to undo his pants. This guy was tall, not bearish but a football players build with some great legs that I saw as he slid his underwear down. He was not fully hard, and as you know, that is not at all a problem. Earlier he said the he does not get sucked often, because it seems that many guys are not good at it when they perform on him. Now, since he knows of this blog he did say that he thought I would be up for it...and I said that I practice often. I began with swallowing all of his cock into my mouth. As I had that resting on my tongue, I reached up to cup his balls. His nuts were very large, and hung down..just the kind you can imagine bouncing all around as the cock is buried in a hole! Feeling those cum filled orbs, I just took my time and did what I do best to get a guy hard...slow and steady with the tongue, lips and throat. It was not long before blood began to fill that tool, and it began to expand. With each slurp it would jump and grow a bit more. He was taking a few turns on my nipples and I undid my shirt to let him have access, and then I went back to his meat. Now, after a couple of minutes I noticed that he was beginning to moan and vocalize more, and his cock was getting thicker and thicker. Damn, soon I had a beer can stuffed in my mouth and you know how happy that makes me. Once he was so thick that I had to work on breathing, I kept up the ball contact and started working the head with my tongue... That seemed to do the trick. Soon he was really beginning to get into it and he was fucking my mouth as much as I was trying to guzzle him to the base. After feeling that super-sized cock begin to expand I knew it could not be long before he was going to drain a load. His pumping faster into my mouth and the moan told me it was time. His cock swelled and I felt the first volley hit my tongue. I savored the taste, but he was not done with my mouth and I swallowed fast to give the rest of his swimmers plenty of room to keep cumming. And cum, they did. More and more, swallow, breathe, swallow. I could smell and taste the essence of his cock. Well, when he was empty I took my hand and milked the shaft a few times to be sure and licked the head clean. Both of us had ear to ear grins when I looked up. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAtlantabarebackblogbottomCaucasiancrushcumcum dumpEthnicityfan fuckingfuckgayGeorgiaLocationSexual actsSexualitySocial mediaspittwinkType Don’t miss Part One I stayed inside him a little longer before pulling out. Then pressed my fingers against his hole. It was very wet. Not just from spit but from cum. I’d buried a huge load. There are times when I impress even myself. I always cum a goodly amount if I get to fuck an ass. But sometimes, it’s massive. Based on the sensation, this was massive. I prodded my finger inside his perfect little pucker and made sure some of the load made it along the inside of his hole. I have devious thoughts and now I had them. As I’m pushing my gooey cum inside him, it would just take a little scratch from a fingernail to make sure my DNA is completely absorbed inside him. But I don’t. I pull my fingers out and go in for a lick. I can’t resist that hole. Generally, I don’t like the taste of my own cum. Anyone else’s is delicious but my own just isn’t that tasty. I pull him up and kiss him deeply so he can savor my cum and his ass. He goes in for some cocksucking too and we kiss some more. I’m usually pulling on my pants by now but I just want to… um… what is that shit called when you kind of hug on someone for a little while? Huddle? No that’s a football thing. Oh, it’s cuddle. No, I don’t want to cuddle. As we sit in this dimly lit room and I continue to touch his body, we talk. We discuss a little sex and I probe to try and get details on his life. Not really happening. He shields himself. And that’s when I notice. For all his perfection. From the perfect body and gorgeous silky smooth skin. His high-priced haircut and designer jeans. The perfection of everything. For all that, I look into his gorgeous brown eyes and I see… Nothing. You’ve heard people say they could get lost in someone’s eyes. In his, I could get hopelessly lost in a kind of limbo. It’s not a good place to be. This body of perfection had perfected a way to hide everything… even his soul. * * * ‘He’s still really hot.’ ‘Just put your pants on and get the fuck out,’ the other voice says. ‘No,’ the first responds. ‘He’s hot. In a minute, we can fuck again.’ ‘Can’t you see, he’s not even interested.’ ‘Well I am.’ ‘No you’re not!’ * * * I’ve always had a way of looking at people and piercing beyond that initial layer of protection. With some men, if they’ll look at me, there comes a moment when I can see into who they are and know their desire. They will know that I know. I know they love cock. I will know they desire men. That’s fucking scary to the closeted men. And the South is covered up with them. It’s also*exhilarating. It gives me an advantage. I can go places that aren’t technically cruising spots and find ass. I have to work for it. But I can get it. But with him, piercing through the first layer finds nothing to plunge into. It’s as if I’ve entered blackness. A hopeless space. I have no advantage. He holds the cards. In this place, I am lost how to proceed. As the voices inside me argue as to how to proceed, I stumble through some small talk. I can usually charm men and manipulate them. Him, I cannot foresee how to capture my goal. * * * ‘What’s your fucking goal? You already bred him!’ ‘I want him again. And again. And again.’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous! You don’t do boyfriends!’ ‘Who says we don’t?’ ‘You do!’ * * * He expressed a desire for more cock and cum, but as much as I wanted to just swing the door open and let anyone in, the challenge became regulating just who would fuck him. While a slut for sure, this boy did have some level of taste and wanted to be a little picky about who fucked him. As we began putting clothes on, he stood and bent over. His ass in my face. I couldn’t resist and went in for a kiss. Then a lick. And then, before I knew it, my cock was inside him again, fucking. This time, I shut down the voices and just concentrated on the fucking. If I were to muster a second load in such a short period, I would need concentration. Concentration and poppers. I got them and took a big huff waiting for the effect to take hold. And then I closed my eyes. When I fuck guys, something I just focus on the sensation. Sometimes I visualize fucking other guys so I can cum. I just thought about who I was fucking and it happened again. The boiling in my balls, but this time, the surge came without the pain and a bit less intensity. And less volume since I didn’t give it enough time to recover. “Fuck!” I said. “There’s load number two!” He moaned and I pulled out, my cock slicked with two loads of cum now. He greedily licked them off and we got back to dressing. Related posts: Poppers, Persuasion and Pleasure Poppers came to me late in my sexual experience. I first learned about them when I was 16 or 17, but I waited until I was 35 ... Seeking a Male Porn Performer or Wanna-Be within Two Hours of Atlanta Are you an undiscovered talent? Maybe you've performed a little in some smaller online pieces or done a little dancing for do... Travel Diary: A Morning Surprise at BarebackRT.com Imagine my surprise this morning as I woke up to check on things online and notice I had 72 messages awaiting me at BarebackR... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAtlantabarebackBarebackRT.comBBRTblogblowjobbottomCaucasiancrushcumEthnicityfan fuckingfuckgaygeekGeorgiaLocationmilkingmindfuckpoppersSexual actsSexualitySocial mediaspittwinkTypeWebsitesWhite The throb of the satellite radio caused the lights to move to beat. I topped the stairs and could see his tall, lithe body as a shadow. We closed the gap,*hesitated*for a moment to see each other and then began to kiss. His lips were supple, almost betraying by how little real estate they occupied his face. But his tongue had a lizard-like quality. Darting into the recesses of my mouth and finding everything that I hid there. I swallowed my gum before he could scoop it up. I pulled his body close to mine. Despite its thinness, I felt almost no bone. It had a sinew quality, almost snake-like. While I was not in the Garden of Eden. Far from it. I was in an adult bookstore in Atlanta. I felt almost as if this were my temptation to take a bite of the apple. Wait a moment. I’d already bitten. To me, there would be no doubt. This temptation was too great. I wanted this man or devil or whatever mystery he held. I cupped his incredible ass through the tight jeans and knew that this would be a fuck never to forget. We found a vacant room and closed the door and locked it. Our kissing resumed and, in something as close to romantic as I get, we slowly undressed. I felt every inch of his smooth skin. His short, curly brown hair provided enough length to grab it in a fist but something prevented me. What the fuck? Was I losing my edge? I mean, this little fucker wanted to be used by me. We’d met on BarebackRT.com and he knew exactly what a twisted mindfuck I’d provide, as he’d found this blog first then sought me out on that hook-up site. Yet here I am, tenderly kissing a little slut and enjoying the fuck out of it. * * * ‘Shut up.’ ‘What do you mean shut up?’ ‘I mean,’ the internal dialog continues. ‘Shut the fuck up! There’s a hardon! What the fuck does it matter whether we actually treat this one like all the others or not.’ ‘It matters,’ the other voice says. ‘There’s a reputation to uphold. There’s no fucking tenderness to fucking. Fuck! Dump cum! Go!’ ‘That’s the encounters that are written about,’ the voice points out. ‘What about all the breedings that don’t get an entry.’ ‘Some of them are pretty brutal.’ ‘And some of them are not.’ A new voice enters: ‘How about all of you shut the fuck up!’ * * * His skin feels like silk and that tongue*— fucking hell, that tongue! I can’t wait to feel it on my body. He’s not wearing any underwear. With our pants down around our knees, he kneels to begin sucking. I can now feel the full talent of his tongue across the entire based of my throbbing seven inches. He looks up at me, his deep brown eyes look up wanting… something. His mouth open. His oval face staring up and seeming to ask for a kind of approval. I just put my hand gently into his soft curls and guide him onto my cock. I close my eyes and lose myself a moment, just concentrating on the sensation of him, his mouth, it’s motion up and down on my cock. He’s pretty good. Blowjobs generally lack a*je ne sais quoi about them and cannot get me off. I try to find something remarkable about his. I mean, his tongue is longer than most and he’s doing a better than average job. But it’s just not all that great. But I love feeling his hair in my right hand. * * * ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ ‘Huh?’ ‘You’re actually noticing how his hair feels?’ the voice says. ‘How gay is that?’ ‘Shut up.’ ‘You’re getting soft in your old age.’ ‘Shut the fuck up!’ * * * I lifted him up and we kissed a moment before*pushing him down to a doggie position. That’s when his ass opened up to me and I saw the brownish gray pucker for the first time. His ass overall was graced with peach fuzz hair in a light brown. Interestingly, it seemed as if someone had groomed the little hair*follicles perfectly as they lay in a starburst pattern around his hole. I didn’t approach with my normal caution. With most bottoms, you wonder if he might be clean. Even if you know he’s washed up, you wonder just how well. But with him, my tongue went lapping at his hole and only tasted the sweetness of his flesh. His hand began slapping the leatherette mattress in this dimly lit sex den and he moaned. The hairs of his ass were so very soft, as if he’d conditioned them. I’d never licked hairs so soft. Hairs below the waist can be wiry and stiff. But his were like cashmere yarn. As I ran my fingertips along his crack and pried him open more for my tongue to dart into the damp hole, I continued exploring to find the fine hairs of his balls and pubes were equally fine and soft. I smelled him and found the scent undeniable. * * * ‘You’re a fucking moron.’ ‘What?’ ‘He smells good?’ the voice toys. ‘What next? China patterns?’ ‘Fuck off,’ the other voice responds. ‘It’s fun.’ ‘Fun?’ the voice slaps back. ‘You’re going to be pussy whipped.’ * * * With enough ass eating, it’s so juicy that I know my cock will slide inside. So I stand. He slips off his shoes and underwear. I remove my pants too, finding some poppers in the pockets for him, tossing it beside his outstretched hand where’s it’s continued to slap the mattress. Soon we’re both naked and I’m slicking up my cock with more of my spit. I put it at his hole and push. He takes a hit off the poppers. The head of my cock is soon inside him. He’s breathing hard. But his ass is backing up. And my cock slides further inside. Until all of it is inside him. “You wanted that ass,” he says. “You bet I did,” I respond. I begin fucking in earnest. I twist my hips and arch my back. I change my pace. I find angles. I want him to enjoy it as well. * * * ‘Why the fuck does he need to enjoy it?’ the voice says. ‘So he’ll come back for more.’ ‘Why the fuck does that matter?’ ‘Because,’ the other voice says, ‘I want this ass again.’ ‘It’s not like there aren’t other asses out there,’ the voice says. ‘Younger, tighter asses.’ ‘But this is different.’ ‘No. It isn’t.’ * * * “I want you to breed my ass,” he says, breaking my introspection. “You want my load?” I can’t deny his ass is fucking fantastic. I really don’t need poppers to pop one off. But poppers do make it feel so much better. As I fuck him, sliding into his silky hole, feeling it grip my cock, he occasionally squeezes it. Oh I want to unload. “Yes,” he says, practically breathless. “Or do you want this to last?” “Cum whenever you want,” he responds. “Just make sure I get your load.” I keep fucking, focusing on the sensation of his ass. Occasionally I run my hands along his lithe body, his smooth skin. *Perfect. A body of perfection. I’ve fucked a lot of beautiful men in my life. Muscular. Models. But this one. Something was different. I had to stop thinking, stop intellectualizing and focus on the task at hand: Breeding ass. As I looked down at the dim light, I could see my spit-lubed cock sliding in and out of that pucker. And I just couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached for the poppers, found them and took a huge snort. “Want my load?” “Yessss!” I picked up the pace. “Tell me you want it!” “Please breed my hole!” I could feel his hole twitch at the words and the pinpoint of the poppers began to drive me toward my orgasm. Another pump into his ass, his raw ring around my cock, sensing every little bit of it touching me. Feeling his urging me on, backing up into my thrusts, begging for it now. “Please give me your cum.” I was grunting now, going into that place where I disappear and only my cock lives. My cock and cum. Boiling. Reaching that fever pitch that would bring it in a surge, breaking through a barrier. I could feel it like a*tsunami inside, bursting though some plug. This was one of those loads. I’d obviously built it up over time and somewhere along its pipeline path, it met resistance and now was bursting through. I felt both pain and pleasure at once. His ass clenched. I think I am screaming. Or grunting. Or making some sort of noise. My cum is slamming into his ass walls, surging out of my cock. The pain is a distant memory and now all I feel is relief. I remember to move a little as my cock throbs in his ass. I want to make sure he knows I’m painting the inside of his ass with my cum. My DNA. That this perfect little specimen of a man will know his perfection has been ruined by this geek. But I’m still recovering from the intensity of the initial moments. The cum is still flooding out. I can feel it around the head of my cock and down the sides. I fuck a little and the sensation of a “squish” comes. The popper blindness*recedes*and I’m breathing hard. That was one of the most intense orgasms ever. Related posts: Reverse Stealth: Teeth-Ripping Condom Bottom I've done it a few times, but here's a post not by me. It came in an e-mail from a bottom. It's in response to my stealthing ... Did I Fuck? No. No Birthday Breeding. Just Blue Balls for My 44th! Someday, when the cash is flush and the time is right*— perhaps when I turn 45*— I will get to have a birthday bash someplace... Travel Diary: Anonymous Bottom in the Dark We "met" on BarebactRT and got down to business quickly, just the kind of fuck sometimes I really like.His requ... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in barebackbiblowjobbottomCaucasiancumcum dumpcuriousEthnicityfan fuckingfuckgaySexual actsSexualitystraightTypeWhite I’ve never truly believed in bisexuals. Okay, I believe people can be bisexual, but I don’t think men teeter-totter in the center between straight and gay. As I wrote when I broke down the male population, Kinsey’s scale creates the only perfect spot in the middle of purely heterosexual (a zero) and purely homosexual (a six) if you place it at 3½. Most men will end up at a 3 or a 4, not directly in the middle. Alas, that brings me to the spot I am now with a young man with whom I am debating. He so much wants to be used and abused as a bottom on his gay side yet maintain his use of women on his straight. He likes to think he can teeter-totter between the two worlds. Or better yet, he thinks he can make a choice and then abide by it. It’s as if someone who enjoys both pizza and cheeseburgers when, one day, he chooses to only eat cheeseburgers and avoid pizza for the rest of his life. Can he truly make such a transition? Of course not. I mean, bisexuals are pigs. There’s nothing hotter than a bi boy begging for your load*— unless it’s a straight boy. But somehow fooling yourself into thinking you’ll actually join our club full-time is bullshit. Now why am I not coming down hard on this little fucker and claiming he’s just another closet case who needs to get honest? Cause the honest truth is he’s fucked 10 times more girls than guys who have fucked him. It’s disappointing. If I had easy access, I’d try to train him into a cum-craving bottom like he should be. But my best talent is a good read. And what I read is someone in conflict who won’t go quietly into a full-time life as a Kinsey 6. This one, we lose. Related posts: Be Afraid... And Say Goodbye to the Softer Side of iBLASTinside If you go all the way back to my first entry in this blog, it begins with this line:Don't know when I stopped caring, but I... Travel Diary, Day #4: The Party that Wasn't I thought to improve my chances at a bareback lay required something a bit more creative. A party, surely, would attract a fe... Travel Diary: The Man Who Would Be Paduwan I hesitate to write this encounter for many reasons: Since it occurred over several hours, I will not accurately recall a... More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Have you ever just been at the gym and wanted to shave your balls, knowing that no one would see it but aware that you could walk out with smooth nuts hanging below your cock…well, I did it. I had already trimmed down just before my surgery last month (yes, I had another repair and it has kept me off my knees for awhile) so it was not a job of weed whacking. I brought a razor for my face, it was early and no one was in the locker room. I walked into the shower, pulled the curtain and lathered up. As my husband knows, even at home I can get a raging hard on while shaving and doing the trim at the gym made it even better. Long story short, I was rock hard and had to let it go to half mast before even stepping out. As I was walking past the steam room I saw someone inside. For some reason I switched gears, figured I would check it out and walked into the steam room. A young guy was sitting on the bench, legs slightly apart and cock hanging down. He did not make much eye contact, so I just sat down and left my towel open. My cock was still semi hard and I noticed some soap left around the base. I stood up, walked across the room and turned on the shower to rinse off. As I turned around, I did not bother to conceal the sight of my cock. I just sat down, and let my cock hang. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and could see that he saw my semi flaccid cock and it registered. His hand was near his cock and I could see it thickening. As my cock grew, I let it rise and he looked over. He began to stroke himself, so I reached over and took matters into my hand. He did not object, so I leaned in and gave his cock a quick lick and swallow. He just spread his legs more. That was all I needed to tell me he wanted to blow a load. I was leaning over and began to really work every inch quickly but expertly. After stroking and working his shaft and head with my tongue I just had to feel it all. I moved closer and began to take more and more. His cock seemed to grow to over 8 inches and achieved a thickness that filled my mouth and barely left me room to breathe. When his cock reached the back of my throat, I took his balls and pushed for another inch…and found it. That obviously hit his button, because he let out a moan and stiffened like someone that doesn’t get a deep throat as often as he should. Being in the steam room, I did not want to have to risk an interruption and let his load go to waste so I went back to sucking and stroking. He reached under me, and took my cock in his hand. He slowly started to stroke it. My shower-time ball shaving, and his cock buried in my throat, had me on the edge and I told him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth before I blew mine. We kept up the pace until he was on the edge with me, and as his cock swelled in my mouth I locked down and did not let him pull out. My fist was tight around that beer can thick cock, and I opened wide to give him the room to fill it. As his cock spurted volley after volley of cum onto my tongue, my nuts emptied onto the bench and his hand. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here While on a walk around the ball park today, I saw a young black man drive by and check me out. Well, I have always been intrigued by daytime car action…so I stood there to see what he would do. He parked and started to get out, but by then I already told myself that if it was drugs I could just walk away…but if it was a blowjob…well… I walked by his car, the window was down and he was rubbing his already hard cock through his khakis. I stood there and grazed my hand across my crotch. “Get in”, he said. I did. He asked if I wanted to suck his cock and I said sure, if he knew of a place. I was not close enough to my office to know a good spot. Sure enough, he did. Now I know that it may have seemed risky, but I thought he looked familiar enough that I was up for seeing what he was up to. After we started to drive it dawned on to me that he and I have already played multiple times and one of them was in an elevator. When we got to a secluded park area, he told me about the bathroom being a good spot. We walked in and it was perfect. Dark with no windows, but clean with a huge stall to share. He immediately began to unzip his pants as I locked the stall. When I turned around he was already reaching towards his cock, so I gave him a hand. I got down on my knees and swallowed him into my mouth. Silky smooth shaft, mushroom head and just enough fuzz on the balls to have that fresh musky smell of a hot summer afternoon. I started out just getting him rock hard, and it was not long before he was stretching my mouth. At that point, I just had to feel his cock head on my tonsils and slowly took every inch I could. Then when I could go no further, I reached out to grasp his balls and shoved from below and found those extra two inches that needed to be swallowed. He let out a moan and I knew that he felt my hot throat wrapped around every inch. Keeping him there for a few seconds, I ever so slowly came up towards the head and popped him out of my mouth. Glistening with my saliva and his precum, that mushroom tip was a cocksucker's delight. I went back down on his cock and began to slide the shaft in and out with my tongue wrapping around the head on each upward stroke. Twice more I took him to the base and forced those extra inches into my waiting throat. I knew it was not going to be long, so I began to piston fuck my throat with his cock. Fist wrapped around the base to keep it there and his hips bucked so that his cock was banging the back of my throat and making my eyes water. At the same time that I felt his shaft expand, and the head swell, he called out that he was ready and asked if I wanted his load. I could only grunt and nod, and in seconds he was unleashing all of that sperm into my waiting mouth. The first shot slid down my tongue, and then I let the rest go straight to the back and down my throat. When his balls were fully drained, he placed that engorged cock back in his pants and I could still see the head and shaft in those tight khakis. HOT! We agreed that another episode was in the future and I told him I would bring my video camera next time. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He came in and changed into something more comfortable. I sat at my office desk continuing to work until he was prepared. Granted, he looks nice in the tight jeans and tshirt to which he changes, but it's not necessary for me. Not really. By the time we can usually arrange a time, I'm raring to go - no accessories needed, no matter how nice. But he emerged from his changing area and came to my desk chair - standing in front of me looking provocative. I had not seen him for months and I wanted him - I wanted to be with him. He leaned down and we kissed. A passionate kiss. For whatever reason, kissing him makes me bone up like nothing else. I stood and we made-out some more. We kept that up for a few minutes, but in reality, whatever we think we have going on with that, it still ends up being sexual - dick/mouth, dick/ass, mouth/ass. Certainly more than mouth/mouth or mouth/ear. At least at this moment. One of the things he changed into was a re gifted present from me: an army green, lace up jockstrap. The pouch was too small for me - and actually for him as well - and even if I could get my meat into the pouch, it would never lace, at least without the balls popping out. He was spilling out of it too, but more of it was laced than I could manage. I noticed this after popping the buttons on his jeans open. From there, I went and carefully used my tongue to snag the laces and untie was I worked my way down. Using the tongue was important, as if one uses the teeth, one catches pubes in their teeth, making it unpleasant for the mouth full of hair and the tugging of them to the owner. Looking up, he liked what he was seeing - and why not, I bet it was a hot sight, and not because it was me on my knees. While his cock was pretty much already free before I started that task, I completed my job before enveloping his shaft with my mouth. I blew him for about five minutes or so, making sure he felt good, making sure he was all wet. There was moaning on both our parts. There was his hands on the back of my head, at my throat and on my chin, all for guidance. To break the sucking he leaned down and really really kissed me. It was totally erotic from my end. And it got my mind on moving on to other things...... .....like his ass. He bent over the desk and I ate his hole. His perfect clean, yet sweaty, hole. I munched. He moaned. Just the way we both like it. I got verbal validation that he was enjoying my work. After that, I did something else I know he likes: me licking his boots. This time I concentrated only on the bottoms of them, me on my back looking up at him standing over me, leaning against the desk. I licked the soles of both boots before he pulled away, squatted down and sat on my face. I love eating ass this way. But I love eating ass. Period. I'd say we then got to the main event, but I'm never sure what the main one is. For most, it is fucking and it is probably true here as well, but it's such a layered event who know? It is almost always the final event. With some lube on his cock and me bent over the desk, he slid ever so slow and steady into me. There really is nothing like that feeling of a cock in an ass. It is fullness without pain (done right). It is pleasure and stimulation. There is a sense of purpose for those of us who take it - and how a man feels being all the way up in you. It can be intimacy. It can be lust. It can just be a need. Or all of those thing given the time, place and participants. I'd like to say it was all, but at that point, it was a need - and I dare say I'm answering for both of us. By this point, both of us were very worked up. That the fuck didn't last longer didn't surprise me. I would have like it to go on a bit, but that's ok too. As you will see below, I was working my ass on his cock when he clearly told me to slow down or stop, as he tried to delay the inevitable. But like a launch sequence activated, there is little that can be done to stop it. He jetted into my ass - his boys going deep and me glad to be taking them. I was happy to do it and eagerly await our next time. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I had a fucking blast last night at the Team Pig Party in Silverlake. Lots of hot men there, and not as many spectators taking up space as there have been in the past. There were a few daddies from Palm Springs there. I had fun with a few of them. The first one I bent him over in the garage area, and nailed him, making him wail out loudly so everyone could hear. A buddy of mine fucked him after I did, then I fucked this sexy and tall jock guy in the dark room, holding his arms as I nailed his hole. I went out for a drink, then ran into a buddy of mine, Ericsean from BBRT, he has such a sexy and perky bubble butt, and I began to eat it while he talked to the jock that I had been fucking, another top showed up, and soon we were making a show in the backyard, the staff commented that it was the best tip they could have gotten(well, except for the $20 tip they got later). A friend of mine came up and fucked Ericsean, and bred his hole. I went to the upstairs fuck area, and nailed a few guys up there, one was this sexy muscled latino in a jockstrap and bulldog harness. Ericsean found his way up there, and I bent him over the bed, and used his hole until I fired off a load of cum in his ass. I wandered around, and saw this sexy 52 year old man, such a furry muscle stud, who had a biohazard tramp stamp, I knew I had to have him. He was sucking a guy off, while I nailed his ass, then he got in the sling and I fucked him until I fired off another load in his hole. Wandered around, ate some food and had something to drink... expending all this energy. Soon I found myself fucking the latin muscle guy again, with a leatherclad black top, we double fucked him and opened him up good. I also fucked the back guy, he had such an amazing bubble butt... Fucked some more muscle bears, some twinks as well. The night ended with me fucking the 52 year old muscle stud again in a sling, firing off another load in his cumsloppy ass. We kissed, then I headed home, my nuts totally empty, and me barely able to keep my eyes open. My final count for the night was 21 holes fucked 6 loads deposited More...

Click here to see Midtown Mutt's original blog post... I grew a bit tired of writing in this blog a while ago. Probably because I wasn't tending to have any experiences I considered blog-worthy. I might restart it again sometime, but I'm undecided right now. Instead, I'm going to start a tumblr blog that has pics and videos I have gotten off the internet. None of these is mine and I believe them all to be in the public domain. It will be at http://www.tumblr.com/blog/manlycravings More...