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Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... Question for you guys....which of you are in nyc? Since I'm there a lot on business wondering if there are any guys who would want to hook up and get a pic of their dicks or video of them fucking me put up on the blog? More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... How many of you guys practice serosorting?(sex with someone of the same HIV status as you) I am very interested in hearing from the HIV negative guys on this one, especially how you ensure the guy you are having sex with is also HIV negative. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I stopped by my local gloryholes after work looking to suck some cock. This is the same adult bookstore where the Mexican guy forced his raw dick into me and, despite my pleas, unloaded his sperm deep into my ass like the worthless whore I am. Anyway, I walked in and the place was full of Mexicans. I was the only white guy. I wasn't sure what was going on since they were all standing around, I figured they were all bottoms like me desperately waiting for cocks to service. Boy was I wrong. After about ten minutes a booth opened up with a gloryhole in it. Of course I entered, dropped my pants, and put my mouth up to the hole. What happened for the next thirty minutes was nothing short of amazing. As it turns out, all those hot Mexicans were tops waiting around for some hole to unload in! I literally serviced seven cocks in a row, one after another. I could hear them talking in the hallway as they exited the booth. I don't know what they were saying but by the tone, I could tell they were talking about me. Probably telling the other guys what a sweet mouth I have. Sometimes I didn't even have time to finish playing with the previous guy's load before another uncut brown cock was pushing through the hole. I was servicing an entire room of Mexican men! I got so horny and turned on thinking about what a dirty white whore I am. Thinking about the Mexicans who were happily taking turns unloading sperm into my mouth. I started getting really nasty with the sperm. After they would unload in my mouth I would tilt my head back and blow bubbles with the sperm, kind of spitting it, letting it run down my cheeks, down my neck, and all over the collar to my shirt. I did this for every load I took, including the big silky black dick I had at the end. Every time I would smear the sperm all over my face. I literally had loads hanging off of my chin as I sat there waiting for more strange men to let me suck on their dicks and feed me their load. When I had cleared the bookstore out and sucked out every cum load that existed, my job was done. There were no more horny men looking to unload sperm into this faggot's mouth, so I left the booth to head out. I stopped and caught a glance at myself in the mirror before turning the corner and I was shocked at my appearance. I was literally covered in cum and loads were puddled on my neck and hanging off my chin. I looked like the biggest used whore I've ever seen. My cock immediately jumped at the site of my used face. I then proceeded to walk through the bookstore and out to my car. I encountered a few guys who caught a glimpse of me. The look of surprise and disgust really turned me on. Here I am, a grown man, walking in public with sperm from seven different strange men dripping off my face. I love being a whore. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... A warm load of married daddy bear cum, oozing from my hole, and dripping down my leg... and a second "straight" boy on his way over to add his seed to the mix. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in AnonymousbarebackBarebackRT.combathroomBBRTblowjobbottomCaucasiancubcumcum dumpdeceptionEthnicityfuckLas VegasLocationNevadaNightlifepoppersSexual actssubmissiveTravel DiaryTypeWebsitesWhite We “met” on BarebactRT and got down to business quickly, just the kind of fuck sometimes I really like. His request was simple. He wanted to arrive at my hotel, find my room unlocked, step in and room would be completely dark. He would strip naked then walk to find me naked on the bed. He’d lick and suck me hard. Then he’d climb on board. That’s practically exactly what happened. The one thing about totally dark rooms is how difficult it is to create totally dark. Light creeps in through odd spaces and, after a moment in the dark, your eyes adjust and you can see just fine. *This is especially true on the 24th floor in Las Vegas with giant windows that with curtains that allow the lights of the Strip to bleed around all the edges and give the room an eerie glow. As his small frame approached, I had the advantage, as my eyes had already adjusted to the lowered light. Although hunched a bit, he probably stood five-foot-six-inches and no more than 130 pounds. His alabaster skin included a fine coating of dark hairs over it — chest, arms, legs and, as I’d find out, ass.*He reached out in front trying to find the bed and then me. Touching my left leg first, he followed it up to my cock and began sucking it. His mouth music ranked somewhere in there between a decent pop-anthem and an alternative rock song with everyday sucking ability that included some decent variety but nothing off the charts. I’d popped pretty hard anyway knowing I’d be fucking a guy who was a foot shorter and almost 100 pounds lighter. He came off my cock, crawled up and we kissed. His oral skills improved in this department, pushing him toward a multi-platinum rock star. And as he positioned his ass, he lowered himself onto my cock. The initial push in is always the best. That warmth. The sensation of breaking a virtual hymen of hourly virginity. How tight does that sphincter come back to? How hard is it to get it to open up? And once inside, what do those colon muscles do? How do they hug and love the cock invading its space. This fucker opened up a little at a time and eased, his ass muscles greeting the prick invader. He rode my bucking bronco for quite a while. In fact, it proved to be his favorite position. And indeed, I enjoyed it as well. He seemed almost weightless, as if I had my own personal Fleshlight to pleasure myself. So I did. And the more I moved him, the more he helped. He was sort of like a self-propelled*vacuum*cleaner. Pretty soon, he was begging for my cum so I snorted some poppers to get ready to give it. We worked into a bit of a frenzy. I then pushed him over onto his stomach and pounded him like tomorrow would never come. I pounded him like I might not cum. Truth was, after a week of shooting load into load into man after man, I felt like I was running a little low. So to inspire me, I fucked harder, I grunted more, I urged myself on and I insisted he keep begging. I completely covered the frame beneath me. I used him more, *almost like an inflatable sex doll. But soon, I released my load into his hole. Deep. I plunged in and found that place where my balls gave up holding back and let go the cum boiling up inside. With force, it jetted from my balls and through my prostate, taint and out my pee hole into his warm, gushy ass walls. I’d been tearing him up my hard seven inches. Although I’d paused as my cock throbbed, I pumped some more to make sure my cum really went inside him deep and worked into him on a cellular level. Shortly after I rolled off, my cock was still hard. He climbed up and rode it, making sure the cum really coated and dried on his walls, worked into the nooks and crannies of his ass skin, into any breaks *or tears that might have occurred during my hard pounding. And with a few jerks, sent a nice load flying across my belly. I stuck my finger into it and got a nice, thick dollop, jamming it into my mouth for a sample. Then we kissed. He climbed off and put on his clothes. Soon he was out the door and into the Vegas night. Related posts: Birthday Bash, Here I Cum! I'm about to head out to dinner (looks like a little Asian for me tonight) then I'm off to Swinging Richards. I know, mostly ... San Francisco, Here I Cum! Watch out San Francisco!This weekend will be the first time I'll be wandering around the city since I was in my twenties.... 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...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in AppsBarebackRT.comBBRTbibottomcheatingcontactcum dumpcuriousfan fuckinggaygeekMiscellaneousreal feelingssecretSexualityTreasureIslandBlog.comTypeversatile Nothing more than the feel of vibration. The notion of an arrival of a text message. Your stomach gets a little knot. Could it be? Is it from? No. Just a friend checking in. Returning your iPhone to your pocket, it vibrates once. It’s just an e-mail. You relax. But then you think, it could be an e-mail from him. Naw. He’d text me. Not e-mail. Still, it bugs the back of your mind until you check it later. Finally, on a bathroom break, you send the obligatory, “How’s your day going?” message. Not much communication during the day. Sporadic bursts of intense messages with long delays in between. Then that night-time, battery-draining flurry. The night-time. That’s what you live for. That’s what you wait for. That’s what you wish for. That’s what you hope won’t stop. For the day the vibration stops is the day you’re afraid he’s moved on to something more real. Something that’s not virtual. Something that won’t fit into a pocket. Something not cold, metal and plastic and glass. Something flesh, warm and pliable. And even then you’re afraid he’ll return to the promise of the other choices that are virtual and vibrational. The things not connected to you. 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 ... A Modest Proposal... to Read Mason Wyler's Blog Please, take a moment and read this post from Mason Wyler on his blog:*http://www.wylernation.com/2011/05/simple-plan-for-sto... Another Cherry Pop I'm not usually this lucky. But I've been horny. My hospital stay caused a backlog of cum that's built up, needing release... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in #BBBHadult bookstoreAnonymousAppsbarebackBarebackRT.comBBBHBBRTblowjobBrotherhoodcumcum dumpfuckgeekglory holegloryholeGrindrLocationmusclepornSexual actssubmissiveTIMTreasure Island MediatwinkWebsites The Last 15 of My List of 45 Random Things Celebrating the 45th Anniversary of the Last Time I Touched a Vagina Today is the big day! If you’re wondering about the previous parts of this list, please check out 45 to 31 and 30 to 16. 15. The closest I’ve gotten to a female vagina was children’s clay If you think I’m joking about it being 45 years since I physically touched a female vagina, I’m not. In fact, I might not have touched the vagina since there’s a chance I was a C-Section baby (don’t know for sure; I’m adopted). When I turned 30, some straight friends of mine were teasing me about the clam and decided I needed to learn more about it. So grabbing what was handy, they took some children’s clay, molding the inner and outer lips along with the clitoris to try and explain to me how to perform cunnilingus. Funny thing. They didn’t want to hear how to give a good blowjob. 14. Monogamy isn’t a part of me Choosing to be with one person is a social construct. It’s not instinctual. Watch Jerry Springer to figure out human nature at it’s most basic is to run wild and fuck everything (and to occasionally get a nice blowjob from a tranny). Okay, so Jerry Springer might not speak to social norms but I know it’s not normal for me to be with just one person. 13. Unlucky? What’s luck got to do with it? In a way, I don’t believe in luck, fate or otherwise. But still there’s this cosmic fate in our lives. It seems every once in a while we deserve a slap-down for something or another. Sounds a little too philosophical, right? 12. What to do with the BBBH.org site. Believe me, I am pumped by the overall success of the Bareback Brotherhood and very proud to be one of the cofounders of the BBBH movement. But I’ve invested as much money as I can into the site and the next step is virtual servers and rebuilding the site completely on another platform to get it to function more quickly. I can’t do it on my own (and even with the help of the other dedicated cofounders, we don’t have the resources). 11. More bottoms need to learn to be service oriented I find more and more that bottoms are rather demanding. Isn’t that the top’s job? More often than not, the bottom wants it this way or that. It’s so funny to hear a bottom proclaim, “I really like a selfish top.” Then as I declare myself one, the real selfish one comes forward. “You need to come over,” he’ll demand. “And I need to sit on it first. And don’t get any lube on my sheets.” 10. Is it me or is Grindr biased against older men? If I put “top” in my profile, I get censored. Hell, in less than six hours, my profile is down even if I hint at my position. If I even put anything remotely humorous or sexual, Grindr slams me. But I see dozens of younger men who put “top” or “bottom” in their profile and Grindr leaves it up without a problem. *Grindr leaves all kinds of shit up with young men. But not with older men. Not at all. If you’re past 40, you can’t get away with it. 9. Gloryholes are fucking hot I love them. 8. Gummy bears are the bomb I like them better than chocolate. 7. Lucky! So far this year in 2012, it’s been a good one. 6. Someday, if I’m a big executive, I want to sexually*harass*without consequence I’ve always wanted that kind of assistant. I promise that I’d make sure he was well compensated. 5. I embrace being a geek Gotta admit, I don’t mind it any more. When I was younger, it was difficult to admit I was intelligent. But now, I love being a geek. 4. I have to admit now. Forty-five is getting old. And don’t give me “it’s just a number” bullshit. Half-way to 90. And 90 is pushing it for being really old. I kind of doubt that’s the maximum age potential. I mean, if I were to turn 90, it would be May 1, 2057. Bristol Palin could be president. Who wants to be alive for that? 3. I don’t watch live TV except in hotels Thank goodness for TiVo. Someone should invent a kind of DVR for hotels. Or someone needs to put high-definition Apple TVs and Hulu in every room. 2. I fucked on my birthday A muscle bear (blond at that) got a load from me today. 1. Even if I am over the hill, I fuck damn well Time breeds experience. My experience breeds ass fucking so damn good. You ought to try me out if you haven’t… BBRT or HMU. Related posts: Friday Fuck: My Birthday Weekend Begins Smelly and Half-Hard Help make Mark's birthday a little better while he's out of work with a donation. Learn more about the gift-giving effort... Busting a Cherry He claimed to be bisexual, but whether he was or not wasn't for me to suggest. Upon my only phone conversations, he sounded l... Travel Diary: My First Scruff Fuck Despite the promise of these new smart phone applications, neither Scruff nor Grindr net me much ass. Generally, I find them ... More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... see this about me from one of the guys who bred me http://mindtrip-lifeintheraw.blogspot.com/2012/04/loaded-up-this-guy-who-was-at-sunset.html More (many of his blog posts have video)...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAnonymousAppsAsianAtlantabarebackBarebackRT.combathhousebathroomBBRTbiblogblowjobCaliforniaCraigslistCraigslist.orgcumcuriousDistrict of ColumbiaEthnicityfan fuckingFictionFloridafuckgasmmgayGeorgiaglory holegloryholeGrindrhotellimoLocationLos AngelesMassagemilkingmindfuckMiscellaneousMusingNightclubNightlifeNortheastNorthern CaliforniaorgypopperspornSan FranciscoScruffSexual actsSexualitySilicon ValleySocial mediaspitstealthingthree-wayTIMTravel DiaryTreasure Island MediaTwitterWebsitesWeekend Confessional Forty-Five Random List… …for Mark Bentson’s Forty-Fifth Year (Part 2 of 3) You can catch up by reading part one. 30. I need a*protégé. It’s something I have wanted*for a long while. A paduwan. *Someone to take under my wing, nurture and teach the secrets of fucking. I’m not going so far as to suggest I’m the bottom whisperer or anything, but I do have a talent for reading men and finding a way into their pants and eventually their asses. Of course, getting into their asses means I fuck them raw. I want a willing, dedicated participant who wants to learn. So many folks take the first bit of advice and then move on, thinking they’ve got the key. But learning is a process that takes a little time. So I still await someone with endurance and patience. 29. Make some fantasies cum true Believe it or not, I still have a few fantasies in the darkest corners of my mind. These twisted little flights of my sexual imagination require that protégé or someone like him to become*synchronized*with me and be willing to waltz into the lion’s den where it’s not a controlled environment, like a dungeon or a bedroom. It requires quick thought on your feet,*persuasion*and a certain Joie de vivre. 28. Spread my seed farther, wider, deeper Travel isn’t the only reason to spread my seed. Implanting my DNA in men just is my mission, my passion, the reason for fucking. And I find as I can reach more men farther afield from home*— whether that’s literally geographic or figuratively in some other means like culture, age, financial status or otherwise*— I find it more of a turn on. 27. Negotiate Middle East Peace Short of that, I want to fuck more straight and bi ass. 26. Take one down, pass it around… Where is the Gran Marnier? 25. Breed on my birthday Any Atlanta asses want to volunteer to take my load? 24. Speaking of birthdays… My wish list remains open at Amazon. Anyone wishing to send along something nice is always welcome to do so. It’s welcomed. 23. More strippers please I don’t mind putting dollar bills in armbands or socks and paying for a lap dance. In fact, there’s a little bit of a turn on. That’s why one of my favorite places to visit in Atlanta happens to be Swinging Richards. As I travel more places, I wish there were similar clubs worth my time and attention. For example, in San Francisco, I’d hoped that the Nob Hill Theatre might be the perfect cross between a Swinging Richards and a gloryhole destination. It’s far from it (I’ll get around to offering my review soon). And I’d thought Sin City might offer me a few options. But no. Women naked, yes. Men (for men), no. I know Canada is known for some good strip clubs and a few in South Florida, but are there any more in the U.S.? Come on guys, let me know! 22. I’ve converted Long-time readers will know my affinity for Diet Coke. When I wrote the impossible fantasy, The Company, Diet Coke features prominently in the story, as it’s provided to my character (I know, lots of you want me to continue the story and I appreciate that; read the next entry). Well, folks, Coke Zero now features prominently among my beverage consumption as well. In fact, I drink it much more than Diet Coke and much prefer it. Truth is, who the fuck cares? But writing 45 things about yourself can become daunting halfway in. 21. Finish it I have a tendency to start a lot of projects but never finish them. I love watching those hoarding shows on A&E or TLC and sometimes those mentally ill folk have the same ideas but with physical world items. And the hoard overtakes their storage. Good thing my hoard is virtual and on a computer. And good thing I don’t grow emotionally attached and can let them go. I’ve still got goals but I just can’t seem to find an opportunity to finish the books or the online projects. And often money is a barrier. It’s like The Company, which apparently had a few people enthralled. I know where the story goes and where it ends, but I just couldn’t get around to finishing it. I need to finish things more often. 20. I still want to write and direct a porn movie Recently, I noticed the fine folks at Treasure Island Media posted its first attempts at stealthing. In the end, I believe someone felt it “too controversial” to go on the DVD, but having watched the scene, it simply lacked the spark. When Hollywood does big films about the Navy, they bring in technical advisers from (get this) the Navy. Part of the problem I saw was bottom could easily tell the top clumsily took the condom off. The fucking went on. It didn’t “read” like a legit stealthing. That, among other controversial themes, are things I might explore. Should someone ever give me a chance. 19. I have no tolerance for stupid questions For some reason of late, I’ve been getting more and more visitors who find this whole “blog” thing foreign to them. Among the young men in Las Vegas who said he might be interested in being my bottom, he liked my “page” but started asking a dozen questions about me. This here blog contains more information about me than you’d ever want to know. I referred him back to the blog, for which he said he did not want to invest the time in reading. In fact, the little prick sent just one tiny faceless pic (as you can see) then responded with the following: “Thanks for the website and the warnings, but I did not really get to see what you look like or what your stats are. After hunting around the website for about 20 minutes I came across a few stats that could be you or someone you described as 6ft and 180lbs.” Okay, as a little help, dumbass. In the future, look at the top of EVERY FUCKING PAGE and you’ll see something called navigation. It happens to have an entry called “About Me.” If you click it, you might find that for which you’re looking. I hate it when someone who thinks he’s good-looking, young and full-of-himself somehow thinks himself special enough for me to mindmeld and figure out what the fuck he wants from me. He kept insisting I send him a variety of photos of myself and he would consider going bare, as he was usually a safe sex Nazi. 18. Despite how it reads sometimes, I’m a nice guy Yes, I can be an asshole. But most would attest I am a nice guy. Anyone? Bueller? Please post your “yes Mark is a nice guy” in the comments if you’ve met me. 17. Fuck it I know this is a little offensive, but occasionally fucking the younger folk less than half my age makes for fun and, well, makes me feel a little flattered. On the other hand, people closer to my age aren’t quite as flattering, no matter how good their shape. 16. How am I going to figure out 15 more? I’m struggling for 30. What the fuck am I going to write for the next 15. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, my birthday, when I turn 45. Maybe early Alzheimer’s will set in and I’ll just repeat myself. 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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I'm happy to write that I was able to make it to Palm Springs to take part in pspigslut's fetish and fisting party. These parties are posted among the barebackrt party listings, and for my money, they are the best parties going. Literally, there is only a $10 donation required, and you can ask if there's viagara available at about $5 a pop, and beer or wine or something else are OK, as long as you bring your own and in something other than a glass container. The venue is literally a sex garage...play areas for fucking or fisting are curtained off by hanging drapery and the lighting is just right...hard concrete floors and wow, great music tracks to keep memorable moments in the sex archives of your mind...like forever, maybe. There's also a pool (heated for now, as the desert nights are still cool) and another play area, with a sling in an outdoor patio. There's also a lot of outdoor furniture for resting and fucking, as I saw Saturday night...a black top lain out a chaise longue with a short white bottom riding a long, slender cock. The best party is where every top fucks every bottom, and that's pretty much what happens at these parties. There can be as many as 50 guys at these parties, but more likely 30 guys, and it's all action...no looky-loos here, no people who keep their clothes on while rushing around to stand around and watch. I'm not saying those voyeurs should be barred from any sex party, but they should be made to pay more, like $25, something comparable to streaming porn, because these parties are living porn, real life porn. The most active play area is just off the right as you enter: a large mattress that can accommodate four of five bottompigs at a time, each one getting fucked hard and consistent. And there's no one bottom hogging all the action, spreading out and taking up all the space...no these guys are all adults...a bottom will get fucked by three or four guys in about 30-45 minutes and then he'll relinquish his space to take a rest, not concerned about missing out. There always seems to be enough dick, enough ass, to go around. The crowd is older (40's-50's) and sure of itself...and it's an early crowd, too...the busiest part is between 8-10pm, although the fisters go at it well into the night. So these parties can be a great beginning to a night of sex, party here and then meet up somebody else later. Or get loaded up, then go home and let your partner or boyfriend fuck your cum-filled ass. But best of all, unlike a lot of sex parties advertised online...at this party, everybody is NAKED...maybe a jockstrap once in a while, but for the most part, it's total, naked, mansex...and oh, did I say it's the best bareback sex party going? More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here This post started out as a Cheap Thrill, something we do when we catch a public view of a porn type on the street or engaged in 'public' sexual activity. First, the porn star of Today: the classic beauty of Sage Daniels for the world to see, at least that part of the world on the F Line streetcar on Market Street in San Francisco. Sage was busy on his cell phone for most of the time but he looked around enough for us to meditate on his classically chiseled features, that real movie star face he's been blessed with. After boarding on Upper Market near the Mint, he rode for only a short distance and alighted at 9th Street/Larkin Street. Either he went north to the SF Public Library or south to the Treasure Island Media corporate office, perhaps for a production date: you decide. Nevertheless, this sighting definitely qualified as a Cheap Thrill. Now for the pornstar of Yesteryear: Steve Hurley AKA Titpig seen at the Revivals gay thrift shop in Palm Springs, looking a little grayer and a lot paunchier, a bit of disheartening news. Now for those of you too young to remember, Steve/Titpig was one of the first bareback porn stars of the Post Condom Era. He worked mostly for Hot Desert Knights and Treasure Island Media, and was of an earthier type, a real daddy with a lot of hair, strong legs and impressive dick, a dry sense of humor, and a thing for pipes and cigars; in fact, Titpig articulated the cigar fetish better than anyone else, except maybe for Cole Tucker who was definitely a barebacker (seen in action at the Camp Palm Springs) but without any bareback video credits. I'll never forget the night at Camp Palm Springs when I saw Titpig, cigar hanging from his lips, preparing to drill a young preppy type hoisted in a sling. That vision is something one never forgets. Apart from the spare tire, Titpig looks as good as ever, given he's gotta be a good 50 years old. Not a Thrill, maybe, but certainly as Cheap as they come. More...

Click here to see original post on Diary of an Athens, Georgia HIV+ Guy... Hustlers on Friday at 5 PM: I paid $5 and hit the Arcades and Theaters. I put a dollar in the slot for the Gay Theater. There were only two guys in the Gay Theater where some lame 70's porn is playing. I leave. I went to the Straight theater (another dollar) had about 7 guys and now I spent 7 dollars. It was pathetic, they all looked like grandpas, and no eye contact. A young Asian guy walks in and starts giving head to one of the gramps but would not even look at me and I look like I in my mid 30's. "Fuck!", I think. I stroll around the Arcade and it looks as busy as a cemetery next to the Old Folks home. I go back into the Gay Theater, spend another dollar, and the Asian guy walks in and he goes down on my cock. He has a tiny dick. I play with his ass and he is not interested. Plus he quickly tires of taking my thick cock! I push his head down a few times but his skill level is pathetic. He moves to suck a grandpa who just walked in. The screen in the theater brightens up as they show a couple fucking outside. I see a guy in blue jeans playing with a nice bulge. I plop over next to him and start to jack. He stares straight ahead. I move my hand over to his bulge and start rubbing the crotch of his pants. It's a decent average cock in there. I look over at the Asian guy and he looks happy sucking on grandpa's thin uncut cock. My neighbor in blue jeans opens his jeans. He is going commando and has a metal cock ring. Sweet! I starting jacking his cock and he says, "You can lick it". I get down in front of him and kneel.I lick his shaft up and down but I get greedy and try to suck his cock. "No! Just lick it boy!" "Yes, sir!" I go back to licking his cock. "Go lick my balls!" I lap and suck on his balls. I try again to lick his shaft and suck him but he stops me. "Go back to my taint." I then lick his taint and almost get his hole but he won't let me tongue it. He does like me pushing my fingers in. I go back to sucking his balls and try again to suck his shaft down but still a no go situation. A bear who looks like a junior lumberjack saunters in. My guy starts sucking him as I continue to suck my guy in Blue Jeans. Blue Jeans guy has me get off his cock and start licking Lumberjack's balls. I quickly switch off. My neck is aching and so are my knees. We have been going at this for 30 minutes. Blue Jeans and I start licking the side of Lumberjack's shaft. Our tongues touch and we kiss. His breath is minty fresh! Now, the Asian guy comes in and sucks Lumberjack! I go back to going down on Blue Jeans balls. I can now taste sweet pre-cum. Slurp! Asian guy stands next to me and Blue Jeans has me go down on him. He gets close to cumming but backs away. God I need some loads. I look up and roll my eyes. Blue Jeans says, "I just want to do some more edging." I huff on some poppers and think he has some nerve. I deep throat Blue Jeans and he cums in my mouth. Sweet! A grandpa comes in as I take Blue Jeans cum and I look up at Blue Jeans and grin as I lick the cum leaking from his cock. Blue Jeans leaves and gramps tries to push his nasty uncut cock in my face but it looks and smells bad so I pass. I love a nice uncut cock but I don't do zombie smelling uncut cock. I leave the Gay theater, stroll through the arcade, and go to the Straight Theater and spend another dollar to get in. All the grandpas are looking at me but nothing looks good. I start jacking again and someone is pinching my nipples. A major turn on for me! I am pre-cumming. I open up my popper and huff. I shoot a big load in my hand and drop the poppers so I can use both hands now. Now, I have several grandpas kneeling around me. I suck the load down from one of my hands and then start feeding cum out of my other hand to the other grandpas. My hands are licked clean. I pull up my pants but I start to fall down. I am still dizzy from the poppers. Now, a burly guy is rubbing my ass and says he wants to fuck me. I look at him and he looks too much like a psycho. I freak and bolt out once my head settles down. Not bad for $9 of play time at Hustlers but I hope I don't see psycho again. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreairportAnonymousAsianAtlantabarebackBarebackRT.combathhousebathroomBBRTbeefbiblogblowjobbottomCaliforniaCaucasiancubcumcum dumpcuriousD.C.District of ColumbiaEthnicityFacebookFilipinofuckgaygeekGeorgiaglory holegloryholehomophobiahotelLatinoLocationmarriedMassagemindfuckmolestationNightclubNorthern Californiaorgypopperspornporn starreal feelingsSan FranciscoSexual actsSexualitySilicon ValleySocial mediastealthingstraightStripperssubmissivethree-waytopTravel DiarytwinkTwitterTypeversatileWashingtonWebsitesWhite Forty-Five Random List… …for Mark Bentson’s Forty-Fifth Year (Part 1 of 3) To mark this moderately important milestone in my lifetime*— halfway to 90, which means I’m most certainly over the hill and speeding toward a furnace to turn me into ashes that will then be scattered here, there and everywhere to celebrate the clandestine*debauchery*of my life. But let’s focus on the here and now, the hedonism of the moment. Here begins part one of three of my Forty-Five Random List. 45. Fuck a porn star I can’t begin a list without the wish that continues on despite repeated tries. I want to fuck a porn star. Please. This past year has seen promising moments with opportunities that has come close including promises from two, rather significant big-name porn stars. One with whom volunteered to take my load but fell in love and moved off to be with his new boyfriend. The other I bribed and he took the gifts and ran off to be with his new boyfriend with whom he’d just fallen in love. Now *that I’m traveling to Northern California and the San Francisco Bay area, I’d hoped that perhaps I might just luck up on an actor or two. Nonesuch. So my desire goes on. 44. Get Medallion status on Delta Okay, what an odd goal, but I’ve been flying so much and I’m stuck in steerage with everyone else. And so far, I have yet to sit by anyone hot or even a decent looking straight guy. Every plane ride seems to be another female, another old sixtysomething retiree with his golden-age wife, a mother with her four-year-old or a school mar’m. Why can’t I get one hottie? I doubt Medallion status will help much with that, but it will at least help assure I get a little more legroom and a possible upgrade or two. Long-time readers will know I’ve been hoping for this for a while. I will achieve it (for sure) this year. But if anyone has the inside track on helping me get upgrades, show me some love! 43. More fucking on travel As simple as that. I attempted something in Las Vegas that didn’t work: I solicited someone to be my regular cum dump. And while I had no trouble finding ass to fuck, sometimes the pursuit of ass gets boring. Good thing Vegas brought a stock of tourists and locals worth breeding (and even enough with whom to have an orgy). Yet, still, I crave an easy come-over-bend-over-and-be-bred kind of guy. I’ve got a couple of men who I can contact if I’m ever in a lurch or a dry spell while at home. I’d like that on the road. 42. & 41. *Yoga & Weight Loss I am not someone to goes to the local Y and signs up for a class. I don’t hit any old gym. Teaching me anything physical requires a special talent and I seek out people. Like my trainer late last year (as seen pictured here). I expect people helping me to be in shape themselves (yes, I’ve seen trainers who need a bit of help). My former trainer was great, if not tragically straight. And despite some of my own misgivings, I signed up with him. But I have a few things that just do not work for me. First, he must keep me motivated. He did so, to a certain extent. But he never really followed through on additional promises to keep on me outside the gym (for which I paid him extra, I might add). Second, he’s got to be the example I look up to every day. And when he started posting unhealthy things to his Facebook, I had to take a step back some. He stopped*motivating*me. It all came crashing down. And my weight came up after losing so much. But here’s what I learned about myself. The nutritional diet he put me on required a lot of psychological fortitude, which I somehow managed. And while my body didn’t always obey, it did provide some form of willingness to begin getting in shape. Shape which I have not lost completely. And so, with both those, I want to step more into a yoga situation. But I want someone to work with me individually to set me on the right course for success. I’ve become convinced of the mind-body connection… 40. Stop chewing my nails I know. Bad habit. I’d just about stopped it but some bumpy flights of late got me started again. I guess a nervous habit. Or I’m just nervous. 39. Upgrade my iPad Have you seen the Retina display on the new one? (Although it’s not called an iPad 3, that’s basically what it is.) It makes my iPad, bought the first day of the original launch look like a low-resolution, piece of crap. 38. Massage me everywhere When I lived in Washington, D.C., I had the hottest Filipino with the best muscle body who would come over once or twice a week and work out the kinks. Then in Georgia, I found a spa that had a lovely little Asian boy who helped me out too. Those two both gave great massages and both provided happy endings. Love a good massage with a good happy endings. Then I ended up with a great massage therapist but he was a straight Latino. Although very cool with the whole Gay thing, he wouldn’t bother to touch my cock and, no matter how much money was promised and how much goading. Nonetheless, I kept going to him and enjoying the massage part. It was therapeutic. But he’s moved out of the area and now I’m without a decent massage therapist. I’ve been looking and trying out a few people. Not a lot of luck so far. I’ve had decent results but nothing remarkable. Moreover, when I visit other cities, am finding it very difficult to get therapists there to respond and be accommodating. If you’re a therapist in the San Francisco Bay or Atlanta area (and you’re good), please let me know. Happy endings appreciated but not required. However, I do prefer good-looking non-smokers. 37. Better shoes I need some. Hard to find. Right now I’m still in two-year-old Old Navy top-siders and six-year-old Rockport sandals. 36. “Read” more for work Notice I put “read” in quotation marks, as my long commute to work allows me a lot of time to listen to books. Unfortunately, since getting my new car, I’ve been listening to Sirius XM more than anything (my favorite channel is Raw Dog comedy, Channel 99;*coincidental*it’s got “raw” in the title, huh?). I should be listening to more books. 35. Speaking of Sirius XM, please stop Derek & Romaine They’re on OutQ, the Gay channel. They attempt to*dispense*advice to the masses about sex and gay life but neither of whom is qualified in any way, shape or form. Derek is just a prude. And he’s an asshole prude. Sometimes he’s so rude to people I’m amazed anyone bothers to listen to him. Both of them wouldn’t bother to even entertain the concept that barebacking is truly an option. I’ve even heard Romaine have a fit about men with hairy asses being horrible. Additionally, they barely plan a show and talk about their personal lives as if anyone really gives a shit. Please, they’ve been on the air too long. Get that shit off the air. 34. Going strong on no jacking off Every load I’ve shot in 2012 has gone in someone. It’s gone in an ass or a mouth (and it’s rare for it to be a mouth). 33. It’s been 420 for me, finally In my list of 43 Arbitrary Things when I turned 43, number 21 mentions I’ve never tried the infamous 420. Pot. Mary Jane. Wacky tabacky. Weed. And because of my opposition to smoking, I’ve never smoked pot. I still have never smoked pot. With research and some experimentation (hint to the right), I finally got to discover what the big deal was all about. It wasn’t a big deal. Made me even more convinced that (sorry for a little politics) that the stuff should be legalized. 32. More rollercoasters and amusement parks It’s already been a good year for it. I want to make it a great year. 31. Did you read this? Why haven’t my readers been commenting? I’m still getting almost 1,200 visitors a day but lately, you fuckers have been quiet. Speak up! Don’t miss the next part… 30 to 16…. tomorrow. Related posts: Shaggy Lad Shag Craigslist can be real hit or miss here lately, especially with some assholes flagging any hint of barebacking. But I posted ... Making Music From Mark: This happened last week...I wandered upstairs as the throbbing lights added to my headache. Despite the hint o... 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Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... regular readers of this blog know how much i love to spend time in a sling getting fucked (i mean, really, what horny pig bottom doesn't?). and of course there are a wide range of experiences one can have in a sling...depending upon the type of sling, the other participants, the audience, the energy of the top standing between your spread legs using your hole mercilessly to satisfy his need to unload the sperm load in his nuts, the size of the cock that is deep in your ass, whether you're blindfolded (i love being fucked in a sling while blindfolded!...so trashy!), the quality of the poppers, the quality of your buzz...etc., etc....you get the idea. recently i had the BEST sling experience i've ever had. it was the best for a variety of reasons...for one it was a pretty long, extended session...i got my ass used. and then there was one other thing that made for a very interesting difference. i was in the sling "upside down"...meaning i straddled the sling and hung my spread ass over the end as i lay in the sling face down. my knees and legs were up along the sides, which put my spread open ass and cock just hanging over the back end at the perfect height to get fucked. that difference...plus being really buzzed, really poppered up, and yes... blindfolded...plus the location was a private room with sling in a very hot and very crowded bathhouse in a large city made it all so very hot. all that...AND the session started out with me sucking and getting fucked by probably one of the hottest big-dicked young black top studs i've ever played with made for a very, very hot time. it all started up on the second floor of the cocksucking balcony. i was "on a break" from sucking cock (see previous post for those details) and decided to let some anonymous cocksucker enjoy my hard cock for awhile. my cock was stiff as a rock and the bulge in my jockstrap made for a very tempting target as i walked up to the edge of the balcony. i was there maybe 5 seconds before i had a hand on my bulge massaging my hard-on through the fabric of my jock. soon a face pushed into my bulge and the hand explored underneath the pouch to find the target it was after...within seconds i had my hard cock in a warm, receptive mouth as it showed it's appreciation by working over my cockhead with excited lips and tongue. i started to focus on the good head i was getting when i felt a big hand grab one of my smooth asscheeks. then i felt two hands grabbing and pulling on my cheeks as i leaned forward and got my cock down the throat of the mouth i was using in the moment. i turned my head to see who was grabbing at my ass...and was pleasantly surprised to see it was a tall, muscular black wet dream of a man...a 6'4" stud of a black man that was appreciating my smooth white asscheeks in my jockstrap as i humped my cock in the warm mouth servicing me. i leaned forward and arched my back so my bubblebutt pushed back and opened for him....giving him the clear message that my ass was his to own and use as he wished. reaching behind me i found a fat stiff 8+ inch cock tucked uncomfortably underneath a tight towel around his waist. i reached underneath and started stroking his cock as i moved my ass underneath his caresses. he hissed his approval as by now he had found the tight little puckered rim of my hole as it tucked up betweeen my smooth cheeks...and wetting his fat index finger...he tested the warmth and tightness of my hole. i turned and whispered "you need all of that don't you?"...and i got back in reply "hell yeah i do...i want all that". and so i whispered my room number and said "give me 10 minutes so i can get ready to serve it up for you". and with that i pulled my cock out of the disappointed mouth i was using, turned and headed to my room. i was pretty much "ready"...all i needed to do was get my blindfold on and get up in the sling once i got in my room. for some reason i chose to get in the sling face down and hang my ass over the end....and to this day i'm not sure what possessed me to get in the sling "upside down". it's not how i usually ride in a sling, but for some reason this session i chose to be different. from there i waited...blindfolded...with my back arched, smooth asscheeks up in the air and spread open to expose my assrim to cool air, sniffing poppers and fondling my hard cock...edging and anticipating the fucking i was about to get. i sensed his presence before i heard him...and i pushed my ass further back and wiggled it to signal i knew he was there and that i was ready to serve his needs. without warning i felt his face press between my asscheeks and his mouth and tongue seek out my tight puckered rim. he pushed and prodded my hole with his tongue...licking and sucking at it to loosen it up. i felt him press his face aggressively forward, pushing me forward in the sling. i felt his big hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them further open so that he cou 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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in #BBBHAnonymousAppsbarebackBarebackRT.comBBBHBBRTbeefbibottomBrotherhoodCaucasianCraigslistCraigslist.orgcumcum dumpEthnicitygayGeorgiaGrindrhotelLas VegasLocationMontanaNevadapoppersScruffSexualitySocial mediasubmissiveTypeWebsitesWhite Despite the promise of these new smart phone applications, neither Scruff nor Grindr net me much ass. Generally, I find them somewhere between mildly entertaining and irritating, as the guys on there generally want photos, photos and more photos. One bottom near me in Georgia can’t seem to recall what I look like despite the fucking full-frontal face pic on the front of my profile. For some reason, one day in Vegas, my Scruff was simply blowing up. Grindr also worked, although what I got was a cute lady-boy escort (in male drag) hinting he wanted “dinner and conversation.” I declined. The pancake makeup with the petroleum jelly lens effect on his photo was just too much. If I wanted to fuck a girl, I’d fuck a girl. I don’t. So on Scruff, which seems a less twinkie place, presented a Montana man for me, I got the urge to merge. He stood on the beefy side of things, which proved fine by me. He was just a couple of hotels over*— still a hike in Vegas, but close enough*— with wavy brown hair and a goatee, standing tall as me but with wider shoulders. We shook hands then proceeded to kiss and strip quickly. Right down to business. I imagine the men at home in the mountains were just as quick to fuck. He laid on the edge of the bed, his head over it and positioned my cock to fuck his face. I was already hard so no problem there. I worked my knob down his throat but he never even made a gagging noise and, after the first few penetrations, his throat opened up like a charm. After slobbering all over, I pulled completely out and he got the message, flipping over and presenting his ass. I lubed up just enough and entered his slowly, as his ass was very tight. We’d not discussed condoms, safe sex or anything else. As I rode his ass, he grunted in pleasure. He enjoyed it. “Damn that feels so good!” he said. “Fuck it as long as you want!” “I will.” “Just make sure I get what I came here for,” he said. “And what’s that?” I asked. “A big load in my ass,” he said. Now that made my cock jump too. “You want my load?” I asked. “Oh yea!” he said. “Please breed my fucking hole!” Of course that begging puts me on a path and before long, I was arching my back and plunging my back into his tenderloin mounds, giving him a marination of my massive DNA like no other cowboy from his parts had gotten. “Oh fuck!” I added several more thrusts to assure my juices penetrated deep before pulling out. And he headed home to his corral, feeling okay. Related posts: Sling Time The hallways, passageways and places for sex were, without a doubt, interesting. I'd heard of Manifest, a liberation of local... Another Bareback Porn Actor Switches Sides You can read (and watch) all about Chris Gabriel/Marc Dylan. Chris barebacks. Marc doesn't. Of course, they're the same guy. ... On My Way to Vegas... My week in Las Vegas begins and the exact man who will be my bottom cum slut for the week still isn't settled, although a few... More...

Click here to see original post on Diary of an Athens, Georgia HIV+ Guy... I like to do a Mindfuck with guys at the baths. I prefer to bottom but there are always too few tops. Before I open the door to my room to let visitors in, I have played with several dildos and loaded my ass with lube and have my laptop playing porn. The porn they usually have in the bath house is so fucking lame and I always put some hot and nasty bareback porn on. I go shower up and do the walk the through the steam room, the circuit of rooms, and the darkroom. Usually things are quiet. People are too damn shy so I put my towel out on the bed lay on it and start jacking. I have a nice thick cock [think butt plug] and have 7 inches in length. Guys wander in and suck it and are happy to learn I will enthusiastically suck their cocks as well. I like to get them in a 69 position and slide off their cock to rim their ass. If I am lucky, they forgot the door is open and we start to draw a crowd. It always amazes me how quick a guy will want to fuck after I have tongued their ass after several minutes. I might have to top them for a few minutes but I don't blow my load. I am here to bottom, to take their seed, and repeat. After a few minutes we switch off.and I start milking his cock with my ass. "Where do you want?" "In my ass!" I take his load. He pulls out and drips some on my ass and pushes it in. I am purring now. If things work out and the trick has left the door open, I am already sucking another guy to warm him up to fuck me while my top is finishing me off. This presents a quandary because I really want to clean off the cock of my top before I leave. If the stars align, my new top will watch as I pull of him to clean off the cock of my former bottom. Damn, I love the taste of ass and cum! If my top is lucky enough to get my load, I will feltch it out. If I am lucky I have a crowd going and it's going to be a Great Night! More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... In NYC last week decided to go to the CumUnion party. Was not bad, am told the one on the weekend is better but I got 11 loads anyway I got there about 9 PM and stayed for a couple of hours. One of the cool aspects (if you read the earlier posts and know that I have been at a bb party hosted by Dawson in Boston) is that at this party at one point I was sitting on a couch against the wall next to a guy who was jerking off like me. He leaned over and blew me for a bit and then I did the same to him. When I stopped I noticed the tattoo around his belly button and realized I had seen it before. In a couple of minutes it dawned on me it was Christian from Treasure Island Media. That also explains why a lot of guys were swarming around him to fuck him. I did alright on my own though All different types of men...old, young, average, hot, white, black, big dicks, small dicks...all used my hole. 19 in total and 11 used me for real by pumping jizz into my ass. FUCK YEAH!!! More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... So 99% of the time I bottom but I had to show you guys this hook up from Scruff. I was at the office and I found this guy on Scruff at the end of my day. I was crazzzzzy horny and he was a bb bottom too. We chatted for a bit and he convinced me to swing by his apartment. He wanted to drink my piss. He also wanted to blow me. Who am I to deny a fellow pig, especially when he let me videotape it. He told me the door would be unlocked and he asked me what he should be wearing. I told him to wear a jockstrap and a blindfold. You can tell in the video he's done this before. There are two videos of him blowing me, one with the money load in his mouth. Then there's a video of me pissing in his mouth. I couldn't get the videos to post here so I posted them on XTube and listed the links here. Hope you enjoy! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qU7q3-C164- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=PkSHQ-C264- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qIL4c-C264- More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in AnonymousbarebackCaucasiancumdeceptionEthnicityfan fuckinghotelLocationmindfuckMusingpoppersRantWhite It is without a doubt among my biggest thrills to meet (and occasionally seed) those who read my blog. I get “fan” mail often. A lot of people ask inane questions. Others engage me in conversation. With the exception of those who I get to fuck (and with their permission), I’ll write my experiences on these virtual pages. Then there’s those who lie. If you’ve ever seen the documentary movie, “Catfish,” you begin to unravel the kind of delusions some people develop. They build a life of a lie and they double-down on it. They exist within this lie and develop it so much further. It’s a cocoon of lies around them so deep, so interwoven and so swollen with guilt, sex and altered reality, you can’t quite find your way to the truth. This has happened to me before. It was a sixty-something woman pretending to be a young gay man —*quite convincingly. She was a manager at a major retailer and would take photos of her young, hot, male employees*— sometimes not even 18 years old*— to lure *in unsuspecting multiple men. As most people tend to do, she neglected to pay attention to the background of images and her store information including awards were plainly visible in these pics she sent. Eventually, a group of men made sure she stopped and the major retailer was none-too-pleased by the publicity it received. I would have let it go myself had it not been for the fact one photo I knew was a 17-year-old employee who turned out to be quite straight. But that, my friends, doesn’t get to our Las Vegas Liar. An Introduction to ‘Mike’ I am generally not a vengeful person. And I expect a certain degree of, shall we say, stretching the truth. Your first name is likely different and you’re probably a little older, a little heavier and the photo you originally sent is a few years in the past when you were on that great diet or taken from an angle that just looked especially good. But overall, it’s you. A young man who had been chatting with me for a while lived in Vegas. I’ll speak honestly. We did share some affinity for certain sexual proclivities that I rather enjoy. As with any of my early correspondence, I’d asked for a photo exchange, in which he reluctantly obliged. That always makes me a bit suspicious, so here we already had a problem because he always seemed to be at work and unable to send me photos of himself*— even G-rated ones. Yet our conversations would venture into clearly XXX-rated territory. On occasion, I neglect to tell the poor idiots who use “work phones” and “work computers” without photos that their explicit messaging is just as much a problem for them if the workplace monitors IP traffic. If their nasty text messages or IMs are making it through, so can some photos. Eventually, photos arrived, in which he claimed to be Person #1 in the images shown here, composed of three photos: Two nude and one just shirtless but showing his face originally. As the conversation deepened, he then mentioned his boyfriend, who he eventually introduced as Person #2 and pointed to an Adam4Adam.com profile, “VegasNewHotBoi.” He also mentioned that his boyfriend wanted to join in the bareback fun. I realized the photos were a little off (but not as off as I’ll explain in a moment) but I let it go and we chatted more. Fast Forward Several Months Several months later, I got word that I needed to travel to Las Vegas for a week. I saw it as an opportunity to see Mike and use his ass. We began to explore what might become an interesting adventure between the two of us. He would line up men for me to fuck, along with volunteering to get fucked. As he was versatile, we would tag team and it would be quite a round of fucking. In the course of the conversation, we ended up trading photos again, largely because he wanted to see me. I asked for more of him. This is where it gets interesting. When he sent photos of himself to me, this time he sent me photos of Person #2. As we chatted, his stats changed from his original 5-foot-8, dirty blond at 24 years old to a 30-year-old, 6-foot tall guy. Fresh, new photos were not to be had. He used a “work phone.” Even as he texted me his exploits of giving blowjobs and getting fucked raw in*Excalibur*Resort bathrooms (according to him, they’re quite cruisy), he couldn’t seem to point the iPhone at the mirror to snap even a G-rated photo. Again, this excuse of it’s a “work phone.” Yet he could send texts all about the huge cock that just shot a cumload into his raw ass. Suspicions mounted. In all this time, this “boyfriend” of months past no longer was mentioned. In fact, it seemed as if he had no such man in his life as he existed to get cum. Every night, he basically told me of his search for cum and how he got it. I played along, also discussing how we might meet up. Arrival in Sin City I didn’t find it odd that “Mike” went silent the few days before my arrival. Despite being online (something he would later attribute to his computer going to “sleep,” but something I know also forces his G-Talk status to “not available” or even “off line,” neither of which occurred), Mike never responded to IMs or e-mails until I sent the first one from my hotel room. “I’m here,” was all it said. “In Vegas?” he responded. “Where?” “In my room,” I answered. “Okay,” he messaged back. “When do you leave?” Now I found this an odd question. I just got here and he’s asking when I’m leaving? Beside the fact I’d been talking about being in town a whole week and using bottoms for that period of time (he was a blog reader, after all), I usually see the “when do you leave” question from people who postpone sex until it’s too late to have it. In other words, they never had the intention to fuck. I remained silent to this little turn of events. “I *got suck flu,” he wrote, finally breaking the silence. “Two days ago. It seems to be going away. Feeling better. I haven’t had the flu like this in years.” I’d remained*stoically silent until finally typing, “Uh huh.” “Can we meet tomorrow?” he now asked. “Anytime! Off work until Tuesday.” I’m guessing that the flu was indeed improving. Further, he knew that tomorrow, that Monday, I had a little event planned. I’d advertised on BarebackRT.com for gathering to occur. He’d asked if he could attend via the site and I’d confirmed him. In the last few hours prior to the party, he disappeared off line. IMs on G-Talk and messages on G-Mail and BBRT went unanswered. He would be “bummed” at missing the party (which turned out to be great fun with some hot, hot, hot guys). I began asking about responses I’d expected from him and he’d deny ever receiving such messages. Even when I sent screenshots from BBRT showing the messages, he’d send others back showing such messages didn’t exist. As if someone wiped them away completely. As I tried to nail down a time and place to meet, it became apparent it would not actually occur. Whoever this person happened to be, he would not let me pin him into the snare he’d created for himself. So allow me to share with all of you in Vegas what you’re up against. Confronting a Catfish I began by pointing out the confusion of who he really was. His response proved to be denial. He and his boyfriend (who re-emerged in a convenient heartbeat) often pretended to be one another. It just wasn’t a big deal. They did it all the time. Since at the initial time they were both planning on having sex with me, he didn’t think it was all that big of a deal to play a switcharoo. In his words, “I may have misled you a little. I really didn’t lie. You were going to be able to fuck me. You were going to be able to fuck the guys in the photos. The only question was who really was me.” Well, that my friends leads us to a more interesting question as to who these photos might be because I do not believe the folks in the face photos match the images that are naked. CSI: Photo Flesh XXX Consider the three photos presented as Person #1. Images #1A and #1B were clearly taken of the same person and in sequence. However, we begin to plot the inconsistencies: The camera device varies between 1A/1B and 1C Room and background setting varies significantly between*1A/1B and 1C Clothing represented is*significantly*different between*1A/1B and 1C. The man in*1A/1B is much more thin and less muscularly defined that the man in 1C. The man in*1A/1B is much more tan carries a significantly different skin-tone than the man in 1C. The man in*1A/1B has much more chest hair naturally occurring than the man in 1C. As outlined in the blow-up images below image #1A, the nipple shapes vary*significantly. As outlines in the blow-up images below image #1B, the person in 1A/1B has a shoulder tattoo on his left tattoooo. The person in 1C clearly does not. For all these reasons, I believe that there are two people depicted here. One in photos #1A and #1B; another person in photo #1C. We have a similar situation in Person #2. The two color photos provided — image #2A and #2B — clearly show a largely smooth guy, tall and thin, with a*delightful*bush*restricted to just above his cock. While the man in image #2C, presents with rather hairy legs and a bush that extends to the inner thighs. Clearly, again, we have two people. One in photos #2A and #2B; another person is in photo #2C. Why Bother? I bother because I care. Ha. Not really. I honestly don’t give a shit if the fucker who’s been communicating with me was some old fart sitting at home stroking his cock for the umpteenth time in this little fantasy world. What bothers me is, when confronted with the truth, this delusional bastard tried to stick to the lie. I got excuse after excuse for hair, for inconsistencies and for obvious problems. Seriously, you’re just going to shave the sides of your bush but not the bush itself?* Whoever is in these photos might be innocent (that’s why the faces are blurred) but someone is guilty. So gentlemen, keep an eye out for the following people: OutInVegas on BarebackRT LVSuckNSwallow@Gmail.com and LVSuckNSwallow on G-Talk OutinVegas@Gmail.com and OutinVegas on G-Talk VegasNewHotBoi@Yahoo.com*or VegasNewHotBoi on Yahoo! Messenger VegasNewHotBoi on Adam4Adam Of course, these are just the ones I know about. You make your own judgment. I’ve made mine. P.S. If you run across who’s really in these photos, please let me know. I know there’s an asshole on Manhunt in Boston using my photo. Related posts: Sometimes, a Top (Like Me) Gets Used Imagine my sense of luck as I wandered into the darkened space and we locked eyes. I noticed him. He noticed me. His round... On My 11 Resolutions of 2011... Looking back on 2011, let us just say that the year that was is a year I would gladly not repeat. But I did give myself 11 Re... Going Out in Atlanta I'm headed out tonight, probably to my standby... Swinging Richards... to see some hard-bodied men (because I hit Nob Hill in... More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... Sometimes, life can become absurdly heroic. The bear daddy from yesterday got busy and like I figured, he wasn't up for a repeat. I however was super horny, so I cleaned up, got my poppers out, and went to the gloryholes to cruise. The first cock was pretty impressive and immediate. No play through a hole, he just right in the booth with me. Light skinned black-latino daddy, 9 inches uncut, beautifully hard and in control. He knew precisely what I was and what he wanted, and he got to business. Deep throating him until I felt the first drops of precum, then presenting him with my ass. No questions asked, no words uttered, he sank into my furry hole balls deep. He gave me a hell of ride, alternating from pumping my ass and mouth, until finally he sat down and had me sit in his lap and ride him. He hissed and bit his lip as he came, and I felt the load boil up through his shaft until he coated my insides. I cried out, and kept milking. After the load he stayed in my cunt for a few minutes, working it in, and then pulled out. I sucked him cleaned and sent him on his way. The next few cocks were sub-par. I don't mind old daddies, but if they can't get hard or use too many poppers and just want you to suck their cock for hours on end.. well, that's just no fun for me. I tried getting a few of them up my hole, but only one was able to do the deed. I let them down politely, sucked a few off (including a hot muscle bear and 9 inch italian gym body who reeked of pot), and kept looking for more dick. And then the pieces fell into place again. As I was peering through a GH, I saw a hot scene. This young brown headed hipster boy was playing around with this heavy black boy. They both had their dicks out. The hipster's was 6 inches - an average white piece. The heavy boy had a good 8 uncut piece of meat. I salivated, sucked both their dicks, and they invited me over to their booth. Once there, things got a bit crazy. The little hipster kid apparently fancied himself as some kind of dominant top, barking orders at me. I'm used to being submissive, but fuck if I've taken them before from such a young kiddo. He guided the heavy set boy's meat into my hole as he fucked my throat. I noticed then the kid had a crazy hot tattoo right above his dick. The Superman symbol. Part of me laughed. Compensating much? But part of me was turned on by the cockiness, the attitude, and my inner comic book geek liked it. As I was contemplating this, the heavy set black dude gasped and I felt a surge of warm seed in me. Another down. He quickly excused himself, and me and superboy kept playing. He started in on fucking my ass. "Are you safe?" "Sure." I had no idea about the three other loads in me, but I knew I was. He was nervous but stuck it in and gasped. He pounded my hard, but after the big dicks in me, he wasn't making much headway. And then it came through the hole. A seriously giant black cock, 11 inches long, probably 7 around, uncut.. hard as a rock. Both me and the kid went gaga over it. Sucking it, stroking it. He invited the guy into our booth. I felt the kids hole. It obviously wet with excitement, but totally unready to be fucked. I guess it was my turn. The daddy who came in was dressed in a workman's uniform - unassuming, bald black daddy. Wedding ring, which made my pussy twitch. And when he showed me the meat, I was in awe. I could put both my hands around it, and still not cover it. I scrambled for my lube, doused his cock in it, huffed my poppers, as superboy guided big black into my cunt. Without hesitation, I took it balls deep and bareback. Words can't really describe what it was like. The feeling of total and complete submission, being impaled like that.. well, it was ecstatic. Magic. A shamanic state. Daddy was in heaven. The hipster kid was obviously entranced too. I doubt he'd ever seen someone take such a big cock so expertly and reverentially. He told that daddy in his sir-voice to "fuck the slut hard", but his words fell on deaf ears. Daddy was in charge know and he knew it. The kid's bravado was superfluous. The two of them took turns on my ass and throat. I felt kind of bad for the superkid, as my cunt was so stretched by Daddy's big black meat that his average piece in me must of felt like fucking air. Eventually he made me gag on his dick and shot his load over my face, and excused himself. That's exactly what daddy wanted. I could tell he wasn't really comfortable with the kid being there. He wanted some quality time with his pussy boy on his stick. And I gave it to him. I grabbed my poppers and bent over, and said my mantra. "Breed me daddy." And he did. He went to town, mating me. Strong, and silent, totally in control. He left his clothes on, but I stripped down to my jockstrap and socks. Another hungry pig watched us through the gloryhole. I made a lot of eye contact with him, but I think he was content in just watching. Jealous perhaps. Daddy didn't stop. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15 minutes passed, constant deep pounding. Poppers made the world fade. The only thing that existed was this act of primal mating. Huge black dick sliding into loaded up cunt. I was pouring sweat. I lost the ability to speak, to beg for seed, to tell daddy I love him. Guttural animal noises came out of my throat. Everyone in the dirty bookstore knew what was going on. I didn't care. It was just me and big black daddy, and he was going to knock me up and make me his baby if it was the last thing I did. The load was phenomenal. I felt it build up in him, churning out of his balls, and oh so slowly and gently flow out of his god-prick into my inner depths. I cried and thanked him over and over. He worked it into me slowly, rewarding me for my good service. I didn't want him to pull out, but like all married men, he had places to go, family to be with. When he came out, the pop was audible. His dick was coated with white bits of sperm from the previous fucks. A huge drip of cum fell from his piss slit. Reverentially I was on my knees, making sure none of it went to waste, cleaning him up as best I could. He tried some small talk, but I was dazed and unresponsive. He quickly left, and I just sat there for a while, trying to understand what just happened. I spent another hour there. I probably should have left, nothing would have compared to that. Another married man shot his load up my ass through a gloryhole, but his 7 inch white cock barely registered. The load was delightful though, and I finally went into a booth with a hungry bottom daddy who had been eyeing my dick the entire time I was there. It was time. Finally. Forcefully, gently, I let him eat my ass. He moaned, and gasped gratefully. He knew what he was getting. And so I let him have it. I served him the creampie.. all those loads I collected, I slowly pushed out for him. As he eagerly gobbled them down, my dick finally got hard. I blew my load down his throat, and left, thanking him for his service. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... It's been a strange few days. Real life has intruded into my new quest to become a thoroughly dedicated bottom boy. Still, I've taken six loads of my cunt in the last two days, so it's not all bad. The seventh load of this week was pretty good, so I thought I'd write about it while its still simmering in me. He was a daddy bear that I've known for years, but has only bred me a few times. Married to his own bottom boy, I am sure they have a nice life together, but I know daddy likes cunt boys who put out the way he likes it. He let me know that he'd be here this morning, so I got ready. Showered, greased up, got in my breeding strap. He arrived a little early (which is unusual but not unpleasant), and got stripped down to business. He's in his 50's, 5'10, shaved head, hairy all over, build thick but not overweight.. and with a 7 inch fat italian dick that loves boy flesh. He had me gagging on his dick in no time. I can usually deepthroat a lot more, but he was really into making me choke on it, so I indulged him. Then it was time. "Bend over and lube up", he barked. I nodded, grabbed my albolene, and coated my middle finger with it. As daddy watched and held my ass cheeks open, I slid it up my hole, coating my insides. "Here it comes boy...". He slid in hard, to the hilt. I gasped, but frankly I've been taken so much dick lately his was more comforting to my empty pussy. He gasped and groaned and slid in and out, standing behind me, bent over. It was working, he was getting harder and stiffer and I could feel it building up in him. But the angle wasn't working great, and I could feel him lagging. I knew I could do better. So I bent over and grabbed my toes in a yogi toe grip, and pulled myself forward and down. I assumed the pose known as padangusthasana: (Illustrated below) And that did the trick. Suddenly dad's cock started gliding into me, hitting the magic spot. I groaned, and without touching myself, my soft cock in my jock pouch leaked precum as my hole had an orgasm. Dad noticed, and asked me what I wanted. "Breed me daddy." I uttered the mantra with reverence, and noticed what he enjoyed. I engaged muladhara bandha, tightening up inside with the hidden muscles gained from years of cock worship and yogic practice. He shuddered and unloaded. Groaned like an animal, as I kept milking him with the cunt. "There you go boy.. what a sweet ass.. breeding my cunt." he announced. I spent a few minutes getting every drop out of him, and as pulled out with a plop, some of the load slipped out of me before I could close the seal. On my knees in front of him, I sucked his cock clean, licked his seed off the floor, and kissed his feet, before sending him back out to work. He texted me an hour later, asking me to sample my own creampie. I just did. So fresh and so sweet. He might be coming over again for load number two. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in AtlantabarebackcuriosityeventEventsfan fuckingGeorgia Well, upcoming a momentous event. I will be halfway to 90. If I were to be an optimistic man*— and I consider myself more pragmatic*— I am officially over the hill, heading down the slope toward the waiting waters of the river Styx. My birthday.*Forty-five. Ouch. This one might be a little painful. Of course, I welcome anyone (or anything) to take the sting out of this anniversary of the last time I touched a vagina. Suggestions? I always ask for suggestions but fuck if no one comes up with anything new or interesting. You know, fuck a few asses, travel, the usual shit. Nothing all that compelling to make it fun. I’ve got the usual wish list but I’ll probably come up with something else on my own. In the meantime, if some twentysomething is hiding the fountain of youth in his ass or balls, please get in touch with me. Related posts: A Top Mentor to a Young Top His request came bluntly*— the best kind in my opinion. He wanted me to teach him how to be a better bottom. At 21 years old ... Reliable Massage Therapist Needed in Silicon Valley Okay. All this traveling has my neck and back out of whack. I need a massage therapist. I'll probably post something on Cra... Getting Down to the Last Chance, Las Vegas I've got to say, Las Vegas produces some hot bottoms worth breeding. And so far, five men had their ass walls painted with my... More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... After not finding anyone online, I decided to go to Flex in Los Angeles, I went in and a pocket gay was there. "how are you doing?" I asked. "Heh, better now, I'm in room 506, come on by, okay?' "Alright," I wandered around for a bit and then went to room 506, we undressed and I felt up on his cute little butt. I laid him down and lubed up, and slid into him. He held onto me, while I laid my body and his, I kissed him as I thrusted hard and deep into his tight little hole, he was moaning loudly. I began to thrust even harder, nailing him at the end, giving it that last hard shove. I imagine everyone in the bath house heard him cry out as I fucked him, then I flipped him on his stomach and really gave it to him, really pounded him hard. After 15 minutes of fucking, he begged for a break, I pulled out and we kissed some. and I walked out, he thanked me for the fuck. I then met up with a hot english guy, we went to his room and I ate his perky round ass, I slid into him raw, and I fucked him, but he was squirming too much, and just wouldnt hold still, his movements making it hard to move in and out, so I left. I came upon a latin guy, i went in and I fucked him bareback, the moment I got in, he started begging for my cum, just what I like to hear, in no time I was dumping my load deep in his round latin butt, a great hole, and whimpered just right to get me off. He said my load felt so warm in his hole. I washed up and left, went home, and fell asleep. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here During the 1980's, those early years of the mysterious and insidious phenomenon that came to be recognized as AIDS, there was the assumption that AIDS, or HIV, was a product of promiscuity. Irresponsible homosexuals were engaging in scandalous, risky sex and spreading their filth around the world, infecting humanity. Well, there may be some truth to that claim, but it's a waste of time to debate it now, 30 years later. Yet I do recall an idea posited by the late Scott O'Hara, put forth regarding the infection of late author Randy Shilts, who did much to promote the idea that unprincipled and undisciplined gays who were killing themselves and a generation of gay men, by engaging in condomless sex. Barebacking wasn't a term commonly heard in 1985; it came later, but Randy Shilts portrayed barebackers as selfish, irresponsible idiots acting out a communal death wish with their promiscuity. Much was made of anonymous sex, which is what these nasty barebackers were into. Bath houses were shut down. Super nelly right wing Republican pundit William F. Buckley suggested that HIV positive men be required to have an AIDS tattoo for I.D. purposes, as if we'd shun these tramps, these self-absorbed pigs, who wanted to have unprotected sex, no matter what. Little did these queens realize that oh yeah, we would do much better than that: yeah, we'd continue to have anonymous sex with as many people as possible and hell yeah, we'd go out and get our own biohazard tattoos. It came to be that a biohazard tattoo would not be a badge for the shunned, it would become a magnet for guys with an edge. A younger generation didn't experience that insidious time when nobody really knew much about this virus and when the Randy Shiltses and AIDS mafia did their best to turn us all into a class of victims. Oh yeah, about Scott O'Hara: in 'Autopornbiography,' he reasoned that Randy Shilts came out against promiscuity because he felt that's how he had become infected. Scott felt that it was more likely that Randy Shilts got infected in his bedroom by somebody he loved, a boyfriend or a partner, rather than on that massive orgy mattress on the 2nd floor of 8th & Howard. I've read some uncharitable accounts that Randy Shilts favored closing down 8th & Howard and every other bath house in SF, only after 8th & Howard denied him entry. There is some medical research that suggests that, today, with all the marvelous medications available, promiscuity may be a good thing. Exposure to various strains of HIV may actually bolster immunity. This stuff is politically incorrect and not much was made of it when it was proposed at the AIDS conference a few years ago. I've commented on the AIDS mafia many times, so the fact that these studies are allowed to settle under the radar doesn't surprise me one bit. But here's my point: I love my fuckbuds; I have three...they keep me flooded with their poz cum, but I've not been getting much beyond them. I need to diversify my cum sources, and I'm doing my best. I need to try harder at promiscuity. I need to go to more parties and the baths and anonymous hookups. Sunday I got the ideal pump and dump. I hooked up with a guy from Barebackrt, and he came over as he said he would. I pulled down his pants to reveal a plump uncut schlong that reminded me of a bull elephant seal. He got me on all fours, moving me around like a chess piece, and proceed to give me a good, solid, fuck that went on for maybe three minutes. Then, blasted a load up there...and left. No small talk, I never even caught his name, although I did save his profile on my buddylist. At least, some new cum source to keep my immune system on its mettle. As for my fuckbuds, as I said, I love them and need them and will do anything they tell me to do. But, I'll also pay attention to those medical researchers from Switzerland, and do what I can to get some new germy seed, in the promotion of better health. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in African AmericanAnonymousAsianbarebackBarebackRT.comBBRTblowjobCaucasianCraigslistCraigslist.orgcumcum dumpEthnicityeventEventsfuckgaygeekhotelLas VegasLocationMalaysianNevadaorgypoppersSexual actsSexualitysubmissivethree-waytopTravel DiarytwinkTypeversatileWebsitesWhite I began my little adventure in Vegas with a fuck fest, inviting several over to my hotel room. An orgy is something like a soup. You dump a lot of ingredients into a pot, add some heat and hope the flavors meld together. As with any culinary experiment, some things don’t go perfectly the first time around. But some things do. The Asian and his top friend (I believe more like a boyfriend) who arrived first turned out to be quite a pair. If you find the ass photo appealing, you don’t know the half of it. I’ve had bossy bottoms before. Generally, they break down into two categories: Prissy. Prissy bitchy. He was neither. All man. All Asian. All bottom. All smooth. All hot. And he knew what he wanted. Three of us in the room, two of them tops. There were way too many people with clothes and fuck if he was going to put up with that shit. His humor was captivating. I really enjoy someone who knows that sex can’t be too serious. The other top, like me, had a geekish appeal. But in this case, he had a much larger cock. A little shorter than me with glasses and a bit socially awkward. And both these guys had invited others over to join the fun. I was starting to like them both. We were admiring the view out of my 24th floor windows. Naked. My cock brushing up against Asian’s ass. “You’re getting right down to business, aren’t you?” the Top remarked. “We’re here to fuck,” Asian snapped back. About that time, a light knock came at the door. “It’s Room Service!” the Asian said with delight and headed over to answer. In walked a 22-year-old Malaysian. He was thin, small-framed with extraordinarily large nipples and a decent sized cock. He claimed to be versatile in the correspondence we’d had. He proceeded to disrobe as we moved to the bed. Asian had added lube to my cock and I’d just barely entered inside him when the initial knock came. But now I laid on my back and Asian sat down firmly on my cock. If I’ve said it once, I will say it again. There’s nothing so wonderful as Asian ass. Smooth on the outside, incredibly tight and warm on the inside. As I glided inside, I reached up and played with his wide, muscular chest and tweaked his dark brown nipples. Soon the Top friend kneeled behind him and I felt his cock near mine. It’s one of those sensations I truly enjoy. Two cocks, together, probing the same hole. His pube hairs tickling mine. Oh fuck. It brought me so damn close as we each took turns sliding into the Asian’s ass. Asian proved to be a talented bottom but not accommodating enough to be double fucked. Meanwhile, the Malaysian lounged on the bed, stroking. He didn’t engage closely. The Top encouraged him into play at one point, hoping him to fuck the Asian, when suddenly the bottom needed a break. A knock at the door. “Room Service!” this time, the chime came from the Top, who answered it. A slender Black top entered. He began to disrobe as I fucked as I attempted to engage the Malaysian. We kissed. His lips were full and his kisses were indeed amazing. His*lithe*body squirmed in delight as I stroked his*respectable*seven inches and brushed against his balls. But when I tapped at his backdoor, he backed away. “Not my asshole,” he said. So much for versatility. I stepped away and re-engaged with the Asian, who by now was hungry for cock again. I’d heard him mumbling with his Top friend about me cumming in his ass. “No, I’m sure he shot a load in there,” the Asian had said. So as I entered him, I asked him about it. He acknowledged he thought he had a load. I told him not yet. “Haven’t you wondered why I call myself, ‘I blast inside’?” I said. I pushed him down on the bed, flat onto his stomach, and began to pump him proper. He found the poppers and handed them to me. I took a big snort. Top appeared out of no where. And we both began asking questions. “Do —you want my load?” I said. “Yes,” Asian said. “Tell me you want my load,” I insisted. “I want you to fuck your cum into my ass,” Asian said. “Can you feel his raw cock in your ass?” Top asked. “Oh yea!” Asian said. “You know he’s going to breed you, right?” Top asked. “Please!!!” Asian said. Through all this, I’m pumping and pumping even harder. And soon I am there. “You’re about to get a really big cumload!” I grunted. “Oh fuck yea!” Asian said, as he arched his back and thrust his ass up toward my cock. I went deep and began to throb as I let loose a*********of cum, coating the insides of his chute and then pumping a little to make sure anyone else*— anyone who came along in the future*— would know that I had been here and bred this Asian ass. In this moment, in the silence between seconds, the Asian let out this little sigh. This boy was made for breeding. As I recovered, three more men entered. An older white man and his young dark black man. They would stand in a corner and kiss before leaving on their own, ever attempting to integrate with the main group. The other was a tall, dirty blond versatile with one of those wide, junk-in-the-trunk asses we all know and love. He soon stripped down while the duo went to kissing in a corner. Now, as I said, an orgy is all about melding of flavors and we had plenty of flavors in the room. At this point, the duo were stuck like glue to one another. I sat between the naked Malaysian and recent Black*arrival. And the new tall Dirty Blond was kissing on Top and Asian in a third group. I needed to see some cross-pollination. I sucked on the Black guy a bit and he sucked on me. I encouraged him toward the center of the room when the duo, who’d barely disrobed, now announced they were leaving. That prompted Malaysian to start putting on his clothes. But I successfully got Black man and his nine-incher to the center of the room. While my Asian*— already with a nut up his butt*— didn’t seem inclined to take him, the Dirty Blond soon was getting fucked and, well, the versatile produced a*respectable*thick eight-incher that Asian did bend over for in a flash. The three-way fuck was hot as hell but the duo and Malaysian still left. Within moments, the Black top let it be known he was close. And soon the grunts were matched and the Black man let loose a*gigantic load into Dirty Blond’s ass. How do I know? Well, fuck, now I was hard again! I churned that shit up. *His ass was such a cummy mess when I entered it and I fucked it more into him. My Asian bottom, hearing the comments, came around to check it out, popped and boner and displaced me. He rammed his cock inside and within moments, added his spunk to the mix. The Black man fucked the Dirty Blond some more as I licked one nipple and the Asian the other to try and help the Dirty Blond cum, but it just wasn’t his day. Still, I think we all went home very, very happy. Or at least, that’s how it seemed to me. Related posts: We Hold These Truths to Be Evident My self-imposed exile from this blog did not mean my cock went limp and my life stopped. Interestingly enough, not many peopl... Latino Ass at a Glory Hole Insurrection on Cheshire Bridge in Atlanta can be a fun destination, but it all depends on the crowd. Below the adult booksto... Distorted View Posts Full Interview with Me on Sideshow Subscriber Feed I'm a Freak. (Notice I spell that with a capital "F.")For more than four years, I've been listening to a podcas... More...