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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Guess I would have to become a bottom, I have never heard of that, I will bring that up with my doc when i go in next I offer my sympathy. Ask me anything More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in #BBBHadult bookstoreAnonymousAtlantaattackbarebackBBBHBrotherhoodCraigslistcumfuckgayglory holegloryholeMid-Life CrisispoppersRantreal feelingsspit 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 don’t. It’s all about the fuck. It’s all about feeling good. And I don’t fucking care any other way. Over the last couple of years*— call it my mid-life crisis or call it a mourning period after the passing of my parents — I’ve gotten a little soft. Okay, more than soft. I dabbled in relationships and considered the alternatives. I also got fat, lazy and complacent. Sure, I did some good shit, like starting the Bareback Brotherhood, kicked off the Sleazy Atlanta Guide*and maintaining a good, mostly pornographic photo blog. Inside, though, I know I’ve been wishy washy. I attributed it to depression. I blamed it on job loss and loss in general. Well, here it is 10 months after the fuckers fired me for being a faggot and I still ain’t got work. I’ve been a kitten too long. I’ve cuddled with the pussy cunt boys. I’ve been nice. No more. I avoided writing entries to tell everyone just how often I’ve stealthed men to prevent the hate mail. *Truth is at least once a month, I slip off a condom or use one with a hole in it. Stealthing is what I do. It’s how I fuck. Funny, the little Latin fucker at the gloryholes downtown no longer bothers with a condom with me because he knows I’ll take it off. He tries to predict when I will cum to avoid my load, but he can never tell. It’s a game we now play. He knows I throw a good fuck. And if there’s nothing else there that I can find with ease, I’ll fuck his ass. He’ll slide off on occasion, suck me some and try to lick my load out. But he lacks the oral skills to suction out my spunk. So he’ll go back to the ride and end up with another load in his ass. Just the other day, I had a guy come over. He insisted on a condom. I had one ready, its tip sliced open just in case. But after eating his ass for a good 20 minutes, I teased his hole with the tip and he arched his back and pushed it in on his own. “I shouldn’t do this,” he said. The 26-year-old ass opening up to my throbbing cock, I pushed deeper in but he matched my pressure. “But it feels so goooooood.” I fucked him. I came quickly inside him but said nothing, continuing to fuck him to his complete enjoyment. “Just don’t cum inside me,” he said. “Okay?” I smiled. “You have nothing to worry about,” I said, keeping my rhythm up, knowing that I was pushing my already deposited DNA into him deeper and deeper. Eating ass seems to be the trick. That compromised condom has been at the ready for a while, but if I go at an ass with my tongue, they let me in raw. Married, straight men or Gay men. Doesn’t matter. Please fuck me raw. Problem is, eating ass takes time. And I actually have to pretend like I give a shit. And speaking of shit, sometimes I have to taste that shit. The young bucks, I don’t mind as much but sometimes I purposely get a good glob of that bitterness on my tongue and kiss them deep so they can taste their own uncleanliness. Look dude, clean the backdoor thoroughly. And I’d rather not kiss your ass. I’m returning to my roots. Returning to not giving a fuck. Returning to getting my cock off. I’m not saying I’m back to my old self. But I am saying I’m almost back to my old ways. Watch out. Related posts: Theoretical Bug-Chasing and Making Babies Bug-chasers want to become infected*— and reinfected*— with HIV. As the Bareback Brotherhood grows, some people*— severely mi... 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... 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...

Click here to see Raw College Jock Slut's original blog post... **This post is part of a series sharing old events involving a boyfriend; I wrote it a long time ago but chose never to post it here. Please keep in mind that all of this happened after I gave up being a slut and tried to be a serious boyfriend. The mindset is different than it was when I was writing the blog a long time ago. But also keep in mind that this is just a snapshot in time…it doesn’t reflect the present either. So if you don't want to read about me being a loving and caring person, skip this series.** Brock and I were understandably rocky after the night we spent at John’s apartment. When we woke up in the morning, Brock claimed no memory of anything that had happened. I chose not to tell him that he had broken up with me and that I had fucked John. The first thing we did that morning was get something to eat. We talked, but we were both exhausted, so it wasn’t long before we were back at my place and both passed out in bed. The next few days were really sucky. I was regretting what I had done and feeling a lot of guilt. I told myself that I shouldn’t feel bad because Brock had broken the relationship off before anything happened between John and I, but that wasn’t satisfying enough. Yeah, we were broken up, but Brock didn’t even remember that. He had no idea it happened! How would Brock react to hearing that John and I had fucked afterward when he didn’t even remember telling me to get lost? I hid the truth and avoided having sex with Brock even when I really wanted it. That task wasn’t easy. Brock and I had been fucking almost every day and sometimes several times a day until this point in our relationship. I had to make up a lot of excuses about being tired or not feeling right, and we were soon fighting over the lack of sex. I had no idea what to do. I knew John had fucked me bareback and I knew that I’d taken his load. Worse, I’d left it in my ass for several hours, until Brock had woken me up and I finally had a chance to take some time in the bathroom. If John had anything, there was a good chance I also had it now. I couldn’t risk exposing Brock, and I really needed to get an STD test fast if there was going to be any hope of keeping the fire alive. Brock was pissed off the entire time. He knew something was wrong but didn’t understand how to make me fess up. That made him feel more pissed, and eventually he decided to spend a night in his own apartment. That step by itself was really weird—we’d basically been living together at my place for months, ever since the night we met. “I think I’m going to go chill out at home,” Brock suggested casually. I looked him in the eye. “By yourself, you mean?” He nodded. “It’s been awhile. I think it might be good for us. Maybe we’ve been spending too much time together…trying to get close too fast.” I wasn’t going to admit the truth. I just suggested that maybe he was right. “I’ll do some cleaning and wash some laundry or something. Maybe hit up my roommate since it’s been awhile.” I agreed that his plan sounded like a nice change. Brock put clothes on and grabbed his important stuff. He gave me a kiss and headed out the door. That Brock wanted to spend any time by himself was highly unusual for the reasons I just explained. I was extremely suspicious of him, to the point of seriously imagining myself surreptitiously following Brock around. I peered out my bedroom window and saw Brock walking back toward his place. He lived within walking distance of me, so I had the perfect opportunity to embrace my curiosity and see what he was up to. I put on a tshirt, a pair of gym shorts, and a quiet pair of shoes. I bolted out of my apartment and down the stairs, walking in the opposite direction Brock had taken. I assumed that Brock was going to his apartment. If he saw me behind him, he would quit walking and ask me what the fuck I was doing. If I hurriedly took another street that led to the same place, I could probably stake out a view of Brock’s place without any risk of being seen. With my choice made, I tore across the sidewalk at a fast pace. I climbed the stairs of another building in Brock’s complex and hid myself in one of the hallways, my eyes focused on his door. After a few minutes, Brock appeared, walking really slowly with his phone in hand. He opened his door and disappeared inside. So far so good. The question was how long Brock would stay there. I got comfortable and kept my eyes open. How did I find myself in this situation? If I didn’t trust Brock enough to believe what he told me, why was I fighting to keep the relationship together? Why was I sitting here spying on my boyfriend? I felt silly. This was all my fault. I started worrying that one of Brock’s neighbors might appear and think that I was being really suspicious, but just then I heard his apartment’s door open. Brock had changed his clothes and appeared again, phone still in hand. He locked the door and started back in the direction he had originally come. Fuck. I guess he changed his mind and was starting back toward my place. I checked my phone, thinking that he might send me a text to let me know. Nothing. I thought about heading back to my apartment and looking like I hadn’t even left, but I decided to tail Brock instead. If he texted me, I would tell him that I had gone out for a walk and appear at my door within a few minutes. No harm done. After couple minutes of walking, Brock left the path that led back to my apartment. I felt some kind of shock hit me. Where was he going? Suddenly I was very happy to be behind him, with innocent and non-innocent explanations floating through my head. Brock kept checking his phone. There were so many friends he could be going to meet, along with a lot of gay boys, that I had no idea who he was texting. We ended up on a main road, which Brock crossed. Luckily, there weren’t many lights, so I managed to stay relatively close and keep him in sight the entire time. And then my heart sank as Brock walked into John’s apartment complex. “You fucker,” I mumbled. “Fuck you, Brock. Fuck you.” I knew Brock probably had at least one other friend living there, but I was fairly certain they wouldn’t be seeing him that evening. Brock was almost certainly heading for John’s house instead, and the two had probably been texting about what they would do this whole time. Sure enough, I trailed Brock to John’s building and watched him slip inside. The game was over now. Short of walking up to John’s apartment and looking in the window, I had no way to observe. How could he do this to me? What the fuck? I know I had messed up too, but I had only done it because I believed Brock and I were over. I never would have cheated on him otherwise—never. I started to feel crazy. Had I really tailed my boyfriend like this? I can honestly say I’d never followed someone around like that in my life. Maybe Brock and John wouldn’t even fuck. Maybe they were just going to have a drink and smoke a bowl. That activity could very easily lead to fucking, of course. I resigned myself to believing that it was probably happening as I sat there. I was really wishing I had a pack of cigarettes then, but I didn’t. We’d only buy them when we knew we were going out or going to a party, and that certainly hadn’t been an option tonight. I was going to have to sit outside and entertain myself or go home. Go home with my boyfriend fucking some guy? Fuck that. I wanted to know how long he was going to be in that apartment. I resolved to stay outside all night if that’s what it took to watch him walk back home. I spent a lot of that time crying. I felt so fucking dumb for letting myself fall for Brock so hard. He was too young for me, too inexperienced—just not ready to settle down into a serious relationship with a guy like me. I should have seen that and admitted it to myself rather than trying to make it work. It wasn’t my job to try to mature him. Shit, I was barely ready for a serious relationship myself. It had only happened because our connection was that strong and the sex was that amazing. I also continued to feel guilty for allowing our drunk fight to justify hooking up with John. I knew Brock and I were both extremely wasted when we were trading words…how could I have used that as an excuse to give into John’s advances? We were both doing dumb things and finding a way to trust each other again sounded like an impossible burden. I started to think it might be best just to break up without ever explaining what had happened. We could both walk away and start over again with other people. Maybe a lot of other people… I called Brock to see how he would handle it. He didn’t answer, texting me a couple minutes later. We exchanged a few meaningless words about what we were both supposedly doing at that moment and left it there. I sat outside for almost two fucking hours with people going in and out of doors every few minutes, but I watched John’s like a hawk, and when it opened I was definitely paying attention. Brock emerged alone, shutting the door behind him and starting back toward the street. “You fucking bastard,” I whispered to myself. “Fucking bastard.” I started tailing him again, and Brock’s disorderly stride made clear that he and John had indeed at least been drinking and probably more. I was less careful this time, getting closer to him than I had been, but he looked too fucked up to notice. Even if he did see me, who cared? Brock retraced his steps and returned to his own apartment, disappearing inside once again. I’d seen all I needed to see, but I thought the show might continue. I stayed there awhile thinking that Brock might come back out, but he never did. After another hour, I went back home. I was angry, pissed, and sad, but I kept it under control. I really had no idea what happened that night, and if I wanted the true I would need to find a way to get it. I decided the best approach would be to see Brock again. We could act like everything was somewhat normal between us and pass out in bed together. And after some time had gone by, with Brock happily dreaming, I would pick up his phone and read whatever messages he had been exchanging last night. Hopefully that would settle the question forever. I was awake far too long thinking angry thoughts or crying. It was truly a terrible night, one that was too emotional for me to handle. But I stuck to the plan. Brock went to work the next morning and came to my place after he got off, returning to our old pattern. I picked up some beer and we finished it off throughout that evening. When Brock tried to sit on my dick, I pretended that I had been drinking too much to do it. Eventually he gave up, and soon after we’d each finished our last bottles Brock was sleeping peacefully in my bed. The time had come. I kept watching TV, trying to ignore Brock’s immobilized form. After another twenty or thirty minutes I figured I would be safe to strike. Brock tossed and turned but didn’t wake up. When the appointed time came, I took his phone and typed the password in. The password had never been a secret—he told me what it was at the time he set it. We trusted each other…neither of us had secrets on our phones. I had worried that he might change it, but the password worked and the contents of the phone were mine to explore. John was the text message chain after mine in Brock’s phone. They’d traded nearly 50 messages since they met. I read them all. Those texts weren’t saved, but I can relay the substance of them: Brock: Sorry about my boyfriend last night. He’s not as open as me…he just freaked out and didn’t know what to do. [lol…Brock knows everything about me, so that’s funny] John: No worries, it’s straight. You’re both really hot. I wish we could have all had some fun. Brock: Yeah. I really wanted to. John: Well we should hang out tonight. You can leave RCJS at home. I have plenty of stuff. Brock: Yeah. I’ll text you later. That fucking bitch. Brock had no idea then at John had actually fucked me that night, and John wasn’t dropping any hints. Apparently I wasn’t good enough, though. Apparently John needed to fuck both of us before he could feel content. The bastard was beating me at my own game. Brock: Hey man. When did you want to hang? John: How about 11:00? Brock: Cool. I’ll be there. John: You bringing RCJS too? Brock: No. Just me. John: Ok, see you when you get here man. The messages were innocent enough so far. It was still conceivable that Brock had just gone to John’s place to hang out that night. They’d shared some drinks and maybe smoked a bowl or two of weed…and maybe that was it. Some part of me wanted to accept this explanation and stop looking, but the rest couldn’t accept that with the truth so easily available in front of me. John: Thanks for coming last night. Awesome time. Brock: Yeah. I had a lot of fun. John: We need to keep hanging out then. Get your bf to join. Brock: RCJS won’t do it. He made that very clear. John: Well you never know. Try again next time. Brock: lol, maybe. I guess we’ll see. Still no smoking guns…everything had checked out. To see anything in those messages I would have to read it in and convince myself that it happened. There was a problem, though. That wasn’t the end of the chain. The last message had been from this morning, probably right before Brock had gone to work. There was a set of newer messages that had been exchanged at work. Brock: What’s up? John: Just hanging around the house, you? Brock: Yeah, working. Sucks. John: lol, you would rather be doing something else? Like what? Brock: I have a couple ideas. John: Quickie in the bathroom there on your break? Lol Brock: I wish. John: So what, you really want more? Brock: I’m not going to lie, it felt really good. John: Come over again tonight. Brock: Can’t. I always hang out with RCJS after work. John: Bring him too. We can all get a little toasted and go for it. Brock: He’ll probably kill me just for saying it. No way. John: Are you ever coming back then? Brock: I’ll text you sometime when I get a chance. When I read those messages now, it’s clear to me that John really wanted to include me in what was going on. But that’s not what I saw initially. No, I saw a hot fucking faggot who thought he was so hot and so sexually talented he could fuck my boyfriend behind my back without recourse. He didn’t care that I existed—I was irrelevant. I was just a way into what John really wanted, which was my boyfriend’s ass. Fuck them both. I’m done with this shit. I got up and started gathering up all of Brock’s stuff from my apartment. I took a few boxes and bags out of the closet and loaded them up. I had given up so much for Brock, totally changing who I was and how I lived. Brock had done almost the same thing…he wasn’t ever as slutty as I was, always pretty tame, but he spent a good year fucking a few different boys a week. We were both great fucks, but we’d both gotten tired of being sluts. That’s how it had all begun, and that’s how we decided we were done with other people. To be fair, we were happy together for a really long time. We had totally satisfied each other in every possible way for months, acting like best friends and fucking constantly. It was nice, but I concluded that it had all been a mistake. We just weren’t ready. I slept on the couch that night. When Brock woke up in the morning, I would tell him that our relationship was over. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... [Flash 10 is required to watch video.] Here he is breeding me…* stay tuned for the long pull-out at the end! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... This is the big cock coming to fuck me in an hour. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... This morning I was horny as hell, not coming for a few days can do that to a guy. I hit up this sexy swedish bottom that usually comes over to take my load. He told me he was naked and stroking it at his place. Door open, he gave me his address and I was right over. I had him get on his hands and knees and I ate his sweet ass out. Then I mounted him and began fucking his hot ass. I then had him get on his back, and began fucking his hole really hard. We kissed lightly, I could tell that he was tightening his hole so it would grip my dick, I told him to let go, to stop tighening it so we could enjoy what my dick was doing to his hole. Once he did it felt amazing, his hole was like velvet and he was moaning louder as i fucked his hole, he got looser and it felt hotter. I held his legs up and fucked his hole, my balls were tensing and he began to beg for my load, we came in unison, my load coating his walls and his load smothering his chest and abs. We kissed again, and i left, sweaty and my balls a bit lighter. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... You ever find those guys online that you really just want to try out once? And you hit them up off and on for a year or more in the hopes that something will work out? Last night I finally got nailed by one of my “bucket lusters”. I’ve been chatting with this guy off and on for well over a year. He’s partnered and because of his work schedule he is almost never available when I am. Until last night. The guy is mid 40’s, decent build, decent looking, goateed and had those adorkable ears that stick out. He also has a hefty 8” cock. Chatting with him I could tell he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But I was only concerned with the one big tool. Sure enough, he was pretty much everything I was anticipating. Lived in a doublewide that reeked of cigarette smoke. Total redneck. But also hot. We got naked and jumped on his bed. I sucked and gagged on his fat prong (it really is thick— the whole thing) and worshipped his cock for awhile. He had on a cockring and dam if he wasn’t hard as steel. His cock was beautiful- which is exactly why I was there. The whole shaft is perfectly straight and uniform thickness, with only his cock head flaring out wider. And he leaked precum like a madman. He spun me around and told me to “back that ass up” to his face. He lay there and ate my hole while I sucked his cock. He pulled me off once or twice because he was getting to close. I told him I certainly didn’t want to swallow his load- I needed it up my ass. “Ok, boy. Git yer ass to the edge of the bed— im gunna fuck you now!” I lubed up and did as I was told. He chucked the poppers at me and I took a hit. It didn’t help. He popped his head in, then just shoved in til his balls were against my ass. I cried out in a bit of pain. His thickness hurt and really was forcing my hole open. “Jest relax and take it— you know you want this big cock to breed yew.” I hit the poppers hard and started to relax. And he started fucking. It wasn’t long before I was totally into it- flying on poppers and taking every pleasurable thrust. “Breed me! Put your DNA in my guts! I want that load so bad!” “Oh, you gonna git it boy! Imma breed you deep— knock you up!” It wasn’t much longer after that when he pushed in as far as he could go an I felt his dick squirting inside. I milked him a few times and then asked him to Stay buried in me until I came so I could milk him more. Because I hadn’t cum in days and was totally horny for this guy, I came a TON! I evwn surprised myself at the volume of my load. Surprised him too. “Damn boy!” he said. Then he yanked out of my ass hard, scooped up my Jizz, coated his cock, and shoved back into my ass roughly. That thrust made my ass burn. I was so clenched with the last bits of my orgasm that his still hard cock made my asshole feel like it was on fire! I milked him some more, until he started to soften, then he just yanks out of me again, slaps my ass, and heads for the bathroom. I followed him a minute later, ass burning and dripping cum, and my belly all sticky. “Hope it was worth the wait, boy.” My ass is still sore and twitching today. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Well, it’s been awhile since I got bred. A good couple weeks anyway. I didn’t write about repeats with the leather DOM (and the random 3-way we had), or the repeat with ugly Thikdik. But since them— nothing. And my ass has been needing cum! So I jumped online last night, and I’m on Adam4Adam all of about 30 seconds when I get a message: “Is your ass open??” It’s from the guy who lives just a few blocks away. The guy in the committed relationship. The guy who proclaims “safe only” and he only does safe 3-ways with his partner. Yeah right. *Snort* I tell him I am indeed looking. He says he’ll be over in 15 minutes. I love this guy. He’s thin, handsome, inked, an has a nice cock. And he fucks me raw and breeds my cunt. He also totally gets off on “being bad”. Fucking uncovered. Especially when his partner is a total condom nazi. I leave the door open for him. He just walks in and finds me naked and lubed on all fours. It takes him no time to achieve hardness. He is a no-nonsense fucker. It’s all about the breeding. He lubes his cock, snorts the poppers, and shoves into me. Last night it actually hurt a bit. He isn’t small and I was really tight from not having taken any cock recently. He didn’t care about my discomfort though. He just fucked my hole and kept up his “naughty talk”. “Damn your hole feels good! I shouldn’t be doing this— fucking you raw— but it feels so great! Yeah— fucking your ass with my bare dick!” I wasn’t complaining. I just egged him on. “Fuck yeah! Breed me! Put your swimmers in my guts!” He used my hole to stroke just his head til he was close. I heard his breaths coming in short gasps. Then he was tensing up and holding his breath… “Ugggghhhhhhh!” he cried out as he shoved in deep and let his naughty, unwrapped cock squirt his 3 day load into my ass. I milked him until he popped out. He got dressed, winked at me, and told me to “be good”. “You too,” I replied. *snort* More...

Click here to see Pussy Boi's original blog post... Thanks for all the emails, IMs and other ways you've reached out. Am doing more than fine here. This blog, however, just isn't an instrumental part of my daily ritual at this point in time. I have no expectations or plans with it at this time. I realize that many of you love getting these updates and I recognize that except for a select few of you that I've actually become friends with (you know who you are...wink) I've been dormant the last few months. But trust me when I say that I am as big of whore if not bigger than ever. Just like the little engine that could, but instead of "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can" it is more like "I need more cum. I need more cum. I need more cum". It is ridiculous the amount I am inhaling on a daily, weekly and monthly basis. I'd not be surprised if I am not averaging around 100 loads a month at the current rate. And now that it is a new school year, I'm finding and be introduced to new guys. I have to admit, the freshmen this year are particularly hot as fuck and I've been spending more than my fair share of time in the dorms welcoming them to campus. So, just wanted to let everyone know all is well and that I'm still probably one of the sluttiest whoriest hungriest cumdumpsters you've ever met. Spread the word. Peace. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here The guy was 15 minutes late, but somehow I knew from our Grindr conversations that he would show. Intuition, I suppose. 47, 6'2", 185. He didn't say what his cock size was, but going by a few pics he sent, I was guessing in the 8" range. I have seen enough pricks in my life to have a good eye for this estimation. He was as handome as his picture suggested. He was quiet, but determined. Nice, but controlling. He had me open his jeans. His tight tight jeans. I could barely get them over his hips. But when I did, a very nice cock popped out. The guy (no name) held me at arms length. He let me look at it. He let me touch it. He let my tongue touch it, but he didn't really let me put it in my mouth. His hand remained at the top of my forehead - literally keeping me at arm's length. I'm ok with this, oddly enough. I got to lick his large hairless/shaved balls and eventually he let me onto his shaft, after I liked the underside of it. I'm guessing it was larger than 8", but not a ton larger As much as I knew I could take it to his pubes, he never let ne get that far. He'd let me go about two-thirds of the way down before he'd slowly pull out. He was big on having me open my mouth and move in and out at his speed. At some points I had to do nothing about make an 'o' with my lips. He controlled the rest. He didn't mind the pictures. He encouraged them and even used my phone to take some, so that was nice. They didn't come out great, but he didn't know what I was looking for. The guy took a turn at fucking my face, controlled and not as deep as I wanted, but hey, this was about him and what made him feel good.....what got him off. He mentioned at some point that he doesn't get off by blowjobs. Huh? He came over for head - why the wait to tell me now? When pushed, he said he got off by jacking or fucking. I suggested fucking - as to be on the safe side, I prepped on the off-chance I'd have that opportunity. But he declined and put me back on my knees. More sucking. Little noise other than the spit on flesh and friction noises that come with cocksucking. You know the deal. You've heard it. And then, out of nowhere, he starts shooting in my mouth. Gobs and gobs of seed. There was no fucking. There was no jacking off. Am I that good or was he just fibbing? The load was a little bitter, but I'm there to do a service. I took it, that big load that was filling my mouth and hitting my tongue. As I was pulling off and he was pulling out, he said, "Do you need to spit? You can go spit that out now." I gulped, visibly, more for effect and told him I didn't need to. He smiled. He immediately pulled on his tight briefs, his tight jeans and was out the door. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Everytime I think about Folsom, thinking of something to blog, it becomes this huge blur and its like my brain burns out, it was such a wild time that I cant grasp it. Cant really focus and put it all into words. I'd serious have an easier time drawing stick figures. I will try to make highlights and notes so I can share it with you. However, I have been laying low since then. I mean, I had sex with a fan, but for the most part, just laying low, got screened for Sexually Tramsmitted Infections, and just focusing on work. Once I get an all clear from the clinic(hopefully, I hate getting shots in my ass) I will be back and at it, but for now, just resting my dick, and hoping I didnt get anything during my fuck fest More...

Click here to see Horny Student's original blog post... I'm really sorry that I haven't blogged in a good while. Just been dealing with my ex (the navy guy) school and work. I really haven't done anything "unusual" lately. Just messed with the same guys. But before I start blogging about them, I want to finish Cam and I. Iknow some of you are tired hearing of him. Sorry. Than just skip this story... We made out for a good while on the hood of Cam's car. Than he pulled me off and we walked holding hands up to my apartment. As soon as we walked in E hugged us and kissed each of our cheeks. (He was drunk) He was saying how happy he was we had made up and how "cute" we were together. Cam just looked at me, smiled and kissed me. Shortly afterwards E went into my room to go to sleep on my bed. We went to the sofa, laid down and talked. We talked for a good long while about everything between us. How to we felt about each other. We decided to to try to remain friends and whatever happens, happens. He told me he had to leave because he had to get to his dad's place, We hugged and gave each other another kiss. He left and I went to bed. He was gone for the weekend. I hung out with friends and told them everything that happened. He came back Monday but drove directly to work. After work he called me asking if he could come by my place. He wanted to see me. He hadn't seen or spoken to me all weekend and missed me. He came by around midnight. I opened the door and he walked in and gave me a huge hug and kiss. We didn't even say a word. It was like in the movies. We kissed from the doorway to my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing all the way. We hardly said a word. The entire time we kept looking into each others eyes. Slowly kissing each other making and making love. We were on my bed. I had my legs wrapped around his waist. He was on top of me, hugging me. Slowly fucking me. It was slow and passionate. But I could feel him all the way inside of me. I could hear him breathing in my ear. "You feel so good, Jase." Cam whispered in my ear. "I want to feel every inch of you. I love the way you feel inside of me." Than Cam slowly started to push into me. I could feel him going in deeper. I let out a light moan and bit down on his shoulder. He moaned even louder. He started to fuck me harder.I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me. I squeezed down on his cock and milked him with my ass. "Oh, my God. Fuck." "Fuck me Cam." He kissed me and pushed in deeper. I gently bit his shoulder and neck. He stared fucking me harder. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He bit down on my shoulder and that turned me on even more. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard!" He fucked me for a bit longer. Than he turned me around. We made love and fucked for the rest of the night. By the time we fell asleep and woke up, we were covered in bite marks. We had them on our chest, neck, back and shoulders. Everything was good well. We were getting closer and having a lot of sex. It was as we were becoming a couple. We had just finished working out and decided to grab a bite to eat. We were eating and talking about E inviting us to his b-day party. We were both excited to go. Cam just kept looking at me the entire time. I asked him what was wrong. He said nothing but he was just thinking. "What are you thinking about?" "Us." "Us? What do you mean us? Like me and you, us? "Well, I actually mean you." "Me? What abut me? What did I do?" "Nothing. You didn't do anything. I was thinking about when we first met." "Really, why?" "I was thinking how you saved me." "Huh?" "Well, the day we met I was actually depressed. I was at home feeling kinda depressed and lonely. I decided to go out and walk around. I didn't know where but figured since I lived near by, The Domain would be as good as any. That's when I ran into everyone and met you. You cheered me up. You helped me. You brought me out of my depression. You were there for me when I needed someone to be there for me. Thank you. You have no idea how much you mean to me." I smiled at him. He leaned over the table an kissed me and smiled back. We just looked at each other, smiled again and kept talking about E's party. We went to E's party the following weekend. It was a blast! We all hung out and talked and actually got along all night. Cam and I were all over each other like boyfriends. We made each other drinks, held hands, hugged and kissed all night. We acted completely...in love. Even on the ride home we held hands. He even leaned over and kissed me a few times. He led me up the stairs to my place holding hands. We walked in and walked into the bedroom. Made love all that night and the next morning. Everything was going great. I'm sorry to say but I never liked Cam's roommate to begin with. I was seriously thinking about asking Cam to move in with me. We were going everywhere and doing everything together. We'd take his car or my Jeep. He was spending 4 or 5 days out of the week with me. He would spend the night, go to class, than work and come right back to my place. We would cook together. He'd make me dinner when I got home. He would buy dinner when we didn't feel like cooking. Like I said, everything was going great. Friends and myself have pictures of us on their Facebook. In each picture everyone says we look so happy together. And I honestly thought we were slowly becoming a couple. It was all about "us". Him and I. But I guess I was wrong. It wasn't until July 4th weekend, when everything changed. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... It’s no secret that I love gloryholes. My recent appearance as a “gloryhole expert” on the popular comedy podcast Distorted View just cemented the truth when I actually figured out how long I’ve been fucking around with gloryholes. In fact, when I said 15 years, I probably underestimated. Earlier this week, I craved a little gloryhole action, so I headed to one of my haunts. My timing proved to be unusually perfect. I walked into a booth as another man left. The gentleman on the other side also exited but I waited a moment before turning and leaving. As soon as he left, I saw tennis shoes and then the nose and eyes and the smooth complexion of an obvious Latin. I didn’t get a good look. Just a glance before his face disappeared and his face was replaced with the telltale brush of the hand at the bottom of the hole. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, yanking out my flaccid cock. Just two minutes earlier, I’d paid my entry fee and now I was dropping trou. I pushed my cock into the hole and soon warm lips covered me. Expertly, he blew me to erection in 30 seconds. As I reached my full 7 inches, I throbbed hard and probably pushed into 7½ territory. I was horny. There was no denying it. And his expertise seemed to fade a little. My cockhead flares out, especially when I’m really horny. And his tight mouth hit the underside of my head like a speedbump. But in moments, it ended. And the sensation changed to the distinguishing pinch as I felt a condom roll down on my cock, then the death grip as he began to back his ass up to the gloryhole and onto my cock. I let his ass adjust to my cock, to take me in and expand. Obviously, he’d been fucked earlier. But his ass wasn’t messy. My predecessor had kept the condom on. I could smell the rubber friction, like a tireburn skidmark left in pavement. I pushed in and out a bit. I tested him, pulling entirely out then entering him again. His smooth ass never left the hole. He kept it backed up. After one other test, I finally pulled out, stripped off the condom and reentered him again. I began fucking with a steady pace, never speeding up, never slowing down, never increasing the pound and never decreasing it. I’m sure that steady hammering could be heard as it echoed through the thumping of the horrible XM dance music. I found my poppers, pulled them out and took a big whiff. How I wanted to change the pressure and rhythm! But I didn’t want him to know, if he couldn’t tell, that I was getting close. Soon, I felt that feeling boiling in my balls as the cum swells from them in through the prostate and finally pulsing out the head of my swelling cock. I kept my pounding pace, breathing a little heavier and just fucking, fucking, fucking. As soon as my load was deposited in his ass, I added several more pounds to make sure it made it even deeper into his guts. Then, in a single swift movement, I yanked out, pulled up my pants and buttoned up. I left the booth and rounded the corners while zipping and buckling up. If he noticed the cum leaking out of his ass, my car had already left the parking lot. Related posts: Help Make My Birthday a Little Brighter... (Okay, a Little Sleazier) This week has been tough.I'm not saying this for sympathy. It's simply fact as much as anything else.Official... 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... I Needed a Massage. I Bred Instead. I've begun a workout regiment with a personal trainer. A tragically straight personal trainer — an incredibly hot, massively ... More...

Click here to see Spunk Bucket's original blog post... Yeah... So I had my first holiday, in 14 years in August 2011. I picked Sitges. My Mum and Co dont understand why on earth I would have chosen Sitges, since it is so expensive. Barcelona type price etc. Well, my Mum aint no Cock Addict, so she wouldnt understand. 12 Nights of Sun, Sea, Surf, n Cum - more a less. Im going to break this up into the easilly memorable sections. Day 1 - I flew in, I got off the plane, and immediately noticed the heat. OMG, I needed out of my jeans... I hopped in a taxi, and ended up in the Terramar hotel - Sitges. (Trust me to pick the furthest hotel from town). The fare cost about 78 Euro - kinda pricey, considering the return taxi was 40 euro. ANYWAY... I got settled into my room, and decided to change into my cutoffs to go for a dander. I knew there was a cruising location south of the Hotel, I just didnt know exactly where... I followed the beach south, and came to a bit where I had to climb down a wall to get onto the shore, otherwise I would have had to follow the road the long way around. So, I climbed down the wall, which was hard in flip flops. I then carried on south, I didnt know exactly where to go, but there was a stream of gay couples going to and from a seemingly common location. I just followed the sheep.... like a sheep. Eventually, I came to Atlantidia - the beach club, where the gay beach parties are every tuesday. The carpark was full with around 100 cars, lots of teens, girls, people drinking, and car stereos going in the car park. I walked on, and dared not make eye contact - I wondered if these people knew where I was going, and for what reason. Eventually, we came to the cliff. Essentially, its a big white rock face, that you have to struggle to climb up, its not vertical, but it is at about 40 degree angle, and you need to do large stretches to get up the path. There were parts where the path forked off, and I didnt know which way to go, so I would kind stop to er... look around, while another gay passed me by, so I could follow him - That must have looked so dodgy. Eventually, after the cliff parts, you come to the train tracks, you essentially have 3 choices here. The first 2 left turns off the tracks, will take you to gay/family friendly beaches, or the gay beach... The 3rd Choice, is you can walk along the track further, and then cross them, into the pine forest. I had no idea where I was going, but eventually my native gay cruising instinct kicked in, and felt right at home, when I saw more condom wrappers on the forest floor than pine needles. There were quite a few people wandering around, but none that really piqued my interest, I eventually did find a guy who I gave and received a mutual blowjob from, but alas - language barrier. No fucking. That night, I ended up chatting to someone called David from France, on an iPhone App called Grindr. We arranged to meet up for a drink. It was around 9pm, and he said he would meet me around 12 midnight. I was drinking San Miguel on repeat- I had already had about 5 pints of the stuff, and was kinda dizzy from it. My phone battery was nearly dead too, I had been using it as a map on my first day - Data Charges = Bummer. However, Grindr was my only method of communication with David. So I decided at around 10.30pm to head back to the hotel, to give my phone a little charge. I was well drunk at this time. So I walked for around 30 minutes back towards the hotel, got half way there, and realised it was 11.30pm, and was like....Crap..... Back into town we go..... Ended up back in DSB (Dark Sitges Bar) More drink, and now it was heating up, more fellas were coming in. Eventually David did arrive, we met up, drank at the bar, and I quoted some random french words I remembered from school, and strangely enough he actually understood them. I cant really remember what happened after that, but next thing I remember, we have our tongues down eachothers throat, opposite the tv screen playing the porn, beside the toilets. No --- We didnt have sex there.. We went back to his hotel and then we did it. Alas- it was rubbered. Spent the night in his room, Woke up with killer headache. Went back to my hotel, and had a cold bath - lovely in the 35+ degree celcius temperatures. Anyway, this time I headed back to the Cruising forest, at around 12 mid-day. I got there, walked around, there was alot of pretty boys, but most of them walked around holding hands with their partners, they just come into the forest for some exhibitionism. After alot of walking around, there was a big bear type fella, who had his cock out, I saw it, it was a big fat motha fucka of a cock. He himself had a little bit of a goatie, was quite muscley/stocky (leaning more towards muscley) I got down on my knees, we didnt need words to understand eachother, I just swallowed his cock to the balls, and used my life long learned skills to pleasure his cock and balls with my tongue and throat. Eventually, he gestured for me to get up, he then got down, and did a little sucking on me.... But it really served another purpose he wanted to inspect the hole... He was sucking my cock, while he got his other hand, and shoved a few fingers up my shute... To check I was clean? To loosen me up? Who knows... I was clean and loose enough anyway... He turned me around, and had me leaning against a tree, he slid in, slowly, and then ball deep. The whole thing didnt take long, but after a few minutes of fast pumping, he pulled out as his cock shot a big wad of cum. I was nearly sure a good bit of it must have gone inside me. I hoped.... Sex being like the national greeting in Sitges, we said thanks to eachother, and walked separate ways. I walked around, with a wet patch on my hole, looking for other cummers. I didnt find anyone else. I went back to the hotel - happy. I got my hole seen to. So, that was Monday Night Skipping forwards to Tuesday night - Ended up meeting another guy from Grindr - this guy however, was a safe sex prat.... He drove on skooter, from Barcelona, to my hotel, and insisted on not fucking without rubbers, which he didnt bring, and I didnt have. Ended up, we had a wank each, he had a shower, and fucked away off...... Wednesday Night..... OMG I decided to try Bear Bar - or should I say....Bare Bar. I went into Bear bar at around 10.30, to 11pm It is usually quiet around that time, but it starts to fill up fast. Eventually, you see people going in and out of the dark rooms. My favorite spot, was standing leaning against the back wall beside the entrance to the dark room. Allowing people to see me, and me to see them, as they enter. I could also deposit my drink up on the shelf above. Anyhow... I went into the dark room, when it was quite busy, and within 14 steps, someone grabs me, and pulls me into a wee alcove just off the main path. Tongues again... Oral... and then a forceful gesture to tell me to turn around... I was learning the language here... No rubber, Just a raw cock, a dark room, and someone who I cant really make out fucking me hard. Soon, they finished, and they knew enough english to say 'Thanks' I walked out of the alcove, and returned to the path, into the depths of the dark room. I walked voluntarilly into an empty dark alcove/cubicle. I dropped my jeans, and turned around, to the wall. Within 30 seconds, a guy had followed me in, and was inside me... raw... again. Wednesday Night, I got fucked about 8 times, and not a rubber in sight. Heck, one of the guys who fucked me, saw me outside by my drink, and asked me to come back in 'again'. I walked in, and he turned me around, so my ass was facing the entrance way, he had me sucking his cock, and then someone else from the outside of the cubicle, shoved their raw cock inside me. When they finished fucking me, the first guy spun me around, and started fucking me himself. By the end of the night, I couldnt stand. I was actually having to rest my body against the walls as I was being fucked, by putting my shoulders against the wall as I faced down, using the force of the guy behind me to keep me perpendicular with the wall. (Doing this night in and night out gave me massive bruises over my shoulders) I walked back to the hotel, at around 2am, smile on my face, totally drunk.... Cum in my hole. What a night... More to cum - its 2.12am as I write this - I will finish it when I have time. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here 'Up the Gut' is the latest from Treasure Island Media, with Max Sohl directing TIM's mostly New York crowd, your favorites and some new additions. This video features the usual format of unrelated sequences with few crossovers, and with those showing up in the big bang group fuck at the end. The show starts with a hot top sporting a highly stylized biohazard design fixed into a tattoo'ed arm band, or maybe I'm thinking wishfully here and reading something into it...fucking a fresh new pussyboi bottom who keeps his clothes on. And then... I've written before that today's porn studios really do function more like the Hollywood movie studios of the Golden Era than the Paramount Studios of today (god, all the others...MGM, Fox, Columbia, Warner Bros. are history) in that they know how to market their stars and give audiences what they want..and I'm talking about the current crop of movies that are based on comic strip characters, video games and computer generated special effects. Hollywood has killed off all of its stars and doesn't want to spend money on developing new ones; actors are pretty much left to their own devices. So thank God for porn: porn knows what to do with stars, and TIM has finally matched up the hot top of the moment, Antonio Biaggi with video veteran fuckhole Christian. It is a thing of beauty: that thick dark Latin man meat plunging into Christian's perfectly groomed receptive hole, and we get the shots and angles we want. You can read Christian's buttlips working that fuckstick as it probes that hole. If that weren't enough, the following scene has two Kurts, Wood and Kaiser, pummel the exquisite ass of Euroslut Lucas, as he demonstrates the power of ass muscle...this scene must be seen to be believed...it's called Cock Control, and you'll see why...the poz fantasies attached to these three poz players will be sent reeling. Next Brad McGuire, 'old reliable,' introduces new pussyboi Puppy into the world of bareback video porn...I'm sure we'll see more of Puppy in the future, hopefully in the throes of drilling at the ends of some poz tops. You may have seen Hot Rod in the Rawstrokes videos where he's done some very impressive and serious fucking; here he's paired with black bottom Ayngel Valentino (who looks familiar, but I can't place him) and we get the movie's best cum shot...freshly fucked asshole dripping goops of cum, you get the picture. The final closing orgy scene didn't quite do it for me, but that's no reason not to buy this dvd. I think it has to do with the architecture of the scene...the placement of the bottoms, for starters...they're head to head on a black sofa, but it seems a little awkward, despite the efforts of the two superb bottoms, the aforementioned Lucas is joined by Cory Koons, the very hot Eurasian versatile whose artful talents haven't quite been exploited as they should have been by some other porn studios. We'll look forward to seeing more of Kory in future TIM efforts. The tops include some of your favorites, you'll recognize most of them. Maybe I'm being a little too critical, but remember, Treasure Island Media, in one of the greatest bareback videos of all time, Cumsloppy Buttholes, gave us the Dawson & Sean Storm dual gang bang, the gangbang against which all others must be measured. This is a great video...buy it. Treasure Island will end the discounted price sale of this dvd within a few days, so if you can't get it locally, check out the website. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here I've written about this guy countless times before, but it bears repeating. This man has the smoothest, silkiest hole I've ever plowed. He was dating someone for while, but now that's over, and he's back to his slutty ways. I went over to a bud's house last night, and there he was, tied down to a fuck bench, getting plowed by what turned out to be a nine inch uncut monster that was super thick with a great set of bull balls attached. I asked if he liked the hole he was plowing and he replied that the previous week that hole "milked two loads outta me." I guess he liked the hole He pulled out and let me have a go. By this time I was rock hard since bottom boy had been sucking me, and when I slid in, I knew I never wanted to leave. I slid in and out, altering my pace and position to maximize/minimize the friction. As I pulled out, I noticed the word "loads" and two hash marks on bottom boy's shoulder. I asked the host who the second load was, and he said it was him. Usually, he gets to dump the first and last loads in bottom boy, but he was beaten to the punch by a guest who had already left. I returned to my favorite hole, determined to be load three. As I reentered his hole, I leaned over him, kissed his back and asked him if he wanted my load. As soon as he said yes, I began pumping hard. When nine inch uncut monster said, "Breed that cunt" I fired a volley of cum deep in the best hole ever. I took the marker, and proudly added hash mark three to the load count. I stayed long enough to watch a new arrival feel the magic of this hole, and long enough for nine inch uncut monster to unload in the hole, and add the fourth hash mark. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Today I was hit up on BBRT by a guy who says he LOVES my blog, he said he wanted my load. Well, I was more than game, and it turns out that he lives down the street from me. The door was open and he was naked on the sofa, I had him go on his hands and knees and I ate his hole out. I lubed up my dick and slid into him. This boy is one cute fucker. I moved in and out of him slowly, feeling his hole open up around my dick, I moved faster and deeper into his hole, bringing him from a strong moan into a cute and boyish whimper. I held him tight and moved my dick inside of him, making damned sure he enjoyed my dick inside of him. I felt his hole quivering around my dick as we kissed and my dick moved in and out. I pulled out and had him touch his hole, he asked if I had bred him. I told him no, that was his hole being that wet. I slid back into his hole, looked at this cute as fuck guy, and held my body on top of his, then I had him get on his hands and knees and I pounded his hole, until I shot a huge load of cum in his ass. Cant wait to go again on this cutie. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... A Note from Mark: *Not too long ago, I got a note from a guy on Twitter. He informed me after some contemplation, he’d finally been barebacked. As he noted when we chatted via direct messages back and forth, he’s not much of a writer. I’ve attempted to smooth out the prose a bit without a total rewrite. A bit about him: He’s barely in his twenties and cute, substantial but not at all overweight with an exotic appeal. He lives in the Southwest. I inquired why he’d chosen to go bare and the answer just never seemed to come forth. It was always something he wanted to do. I understand the urge all too well. So onto the recount of his first time getting a raw cock in his ass… So I really don’t know how to start this so I’m going to go the beginning. A few months ago I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for anyone who wanted to use and abuse me. A few days later I received an e-mail from a super hot cowboy. In his e-mail he told me how he wanted to tie me up and make me his slave. After a few e-mails back and forth, I gave him my cell phone number. One night I texted him telling him I needed his huge cock deep in me. He responded with an invitation to come right over, giving me his address. I was horny and I did want his cock. So I left and started the drive. I arrived at his place out in the country —*so far out that know one could hear me scream, which I really liked. I knock and he opened the door. He was just wearing basketball shorts so I could see the already hard cock. Tranny porn was playing in the living room. I wanted to get started right away so I asked him where the bedroom was. He led the way. We both stripped out of our clothes and we started making out. He pushed me down on the bed tied my hands to the headboard and told me that’s this was my lucky day cause he has been saving his cum just for me. He put a gag on me and started rimming my pink asshole. It wasn’t the first time I ever been rimmed but he was the best so far, his tongue pushing into my hole deep, getting me very wet. He got on his knees and lifted my legs on his shoulders. He spit on his cock and fucking rammed his cock in my spit-lubed hole. I let out a huge scream but it was muffled by the gag in my mouth. At first I was in so much pain that I almost blacked out. But then the sensation began to change over to that familiar good. Then it started to feel so good. Then it felt great. He fucked me so hard and rough. He didn’t let up. His raw cock inside me, slamming hard. It felt so different. I’d been fucked with a condom but this was so… warm. And the connection with him seemed complete. It was electric. Every nerve ending in my ass was on fire. Within 10 minutes, I shot a load of cum without touching myself. Two shots blasted me in the face while the rest crossed*my chest and stomach. As the cowboy was fucking my ass good he started licking up my cum off my chest. He started to slow down and asked me the question that I wouldn’t regret answering: “Do you want my fucking cum deep inside you?” I nodded yes (I couldn’t say anything because the gag). After a few more minutes of him fucking me, I felt a nice warm shot of his cum deep inside me. It was nothing I ever felt before. It gave me the chills that it was the best thing I ever had. His cock still inside of me he took off the gag and told me to clean his cock off. Before I could say anything his cock was deep down my throat, head fucking me. I didn’t think he was going to cum a second time but he did after a few minutes. Then again I felt the same nice warm cum shot down my throat. I was the best tasting thing I ever had. He untied me from the bed and I got dressed and left. That was the first time I ever barebacked and from now on it’s the only way for me to fucked. </blockquote> Related posts: 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... Five Minutes to Spare A while back (when I had a job), I was on a business trip. One of those trips where everything turned out to be back-to-back-... Help Make My Birthday a Little Brighter... (Okay, a Little Sleazier) This week has been tough. I'm not saying this for sympathy. It's simply fact as much as anything else. Official... More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... In NYC on business and was checking out the scene on Scruff. I had chatted with a really hot tattooed Latino guy a few days earlier who wanted to hook up. I so was into him. But when I got to the city he was 8 miles away and didn't want to travel. Wanted me to come out to his place. And I wasn't looking to travel either so.... I doubled my chances by staying on Scruff but also checking out bbrt. I had a few guys who wanted to hook up on bbrt but I ended up getting one guy (who I thought would be the first of a couple) to stop by at 7:30. He was visiting from San Fran and his screen name referred to his fat cock. Well, it was no joke... The pic I have on here from back in LA with the guy who had the biggest dick I had ever taken was not far off from this guy. He was a bit gun shy about pics so I don't have any but he stayed in my hotel room for 90 minutes and bred me 3 times. He fucked me RAGGED. I mean I hurt and still do this morning. When he got to my room we started by getting naked and just touching each other. I got down and started blowing him. He told me to get it hard by blowing him. I did as told. He tried to make me deep throat and I couldn't get his dick that far into my mouth. It was stretching my mouth to capacity. I was hard as a rock thinking about it getting in my hole. We moved onto the bed and started kissing. He straddled my chest and put his dick back in my mouth. I blew him some more and then he turned around and we 69'd for a while too. He started fingering my hole and talking about how hot my butt was and how tight the hole was. I told him it would stretch. The time finally came. He put me on my back and lifted my legs up. Then he put some pillows under my head and my lower back to prop up my butt for him. He lubed my hole and then told me to lube his dick and jerk him off for a bit. I did and then he finally said he wanted to fuck. He got up to my asshole and I took a loooooong hit of poppers and he eased his way in. He told me to take it slow but I begged him (cuz of the poppers) to push it in. He smirked and did. It felt so good. Stretched my hole wide and he started pushing in and out real slow. He eventually started picking up the pace and we got into a good rhythm. He kept starting and stopping to make it last. Fucked on my back, on my side, on my stomach, back on my side, back on my back. He would get going hard and then slow down. He kept making me pick up my legs, put my arms around him, flex for him, tell him how good it felt, tell him I was going to take his load. He was asking if I was his boy. If I was going to take more than one load. I said hell yeah. He kept starting and stopping. I asked if he was really going to cum more than once and he said yeah. He asked if I could get fucked after I came. I told him usually so he wanted me to cum. I was on my back and he was pushing slowly in and out. I jerked off and came on my stomach. He pulled out for a second and scopped up my cum to stroke his dick and then pushed back in. I begged for his load. He told me to keep begging. I did and then he picked up the pace and I felt my ass getting tighter. I could feel his dick swelling and I knew it was coming. He groaned and shot a load in my hole. When he was done he pulled out and kissed me then he straddled me again and put his dick in my mouth to clean off. I tasted more of the cum as it dribbled in my mouth. We laid next to each other and talked for a bit and watched some tv. About 10 minutes later he turned me on my stomach and started fingering my cummy, slippery hole. He made me jerk him off again and blow him for a few minutes and then he got between my legs and pushed my face into the pillow. He pushed his cock back in me and this time he went for deep, full strokes. I was gasping and half screaming. He did it over and over, thrusting deep. He told me this time he was going to rape my hole. He told me I was good at taking cock but he wanted to know I could take it deep. He told me he knew it was going to hurt but I had to do it. I had to take it because it was what he wanted. He made me agree and then made me beg for it. For the next 20 minutes he pounded and I mean POUNDED my hole. I was biting the pillow and was groaning in pain. He told me to think about getting another load, put the pain out of my mind. That taking a dick as big as his required pain for a tight hole. He wanted to breed me again but I had to tell him to keep fucking me and I didn't care if it hurt. I did as he told. He told me to beg again. I begged him for his load. He told me it was going to take longer this time and it was going to hurt. i told him it was ok. That it was what I was for and I wanted it. This turned him on and he eventually got to the point where I felt my ass tightening again and he shot another load in me. When he was done he whispered in my ear 'good boy' and then he pulled out and gave me a massage for about 10 minutes. Then he flipped me on my back and said he was going to fuck me once more. I told him ok and he pushed back in. This time was like piston fucking. Fast and furious, a mix of all the way in deep and quick pulses into my hole. It only took him about 5 minutes because he didn't stop this time and he shot his third and final load in me. He pulled out and again told me to clean it off and taste his and my cum on his cock. I did as told. Then he rinsed off and got dressed. He gave me all his contact information and told me next time he'd be in NYC he'd let me know and also told me if I was going to be in San Fran to let him know. After he left, about 5 minutes later I had to run to the toilet. Huge amount of cum squirted out of my butt. My ass is twitching today and I am sore. I signed off after he left. I couldn't take anything else after that total destruction of my hole. But I'll say this. I LOVE BIG DICK. I NEED MORE ACTION LIKE THAT!!!!! More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Friday night I went to the SF Cockpit Party. HOLY SHIT the legends are true on this one guys. This all bareback sex party was amazing, guys every type, many hot muscle men all their for one thing. Hot skin on skin man to man fucking. A special friend was there that wanted me to see him in action, taking all the loads he could. I was very excited to see him again. Everyone was walking around naked, and I watched my friends take dick for a while. A fuckbuddy of mine from LA, was upstairs with my special friend that I mentioned. I fucked my buddy's cum filled hole, while my friend was taking dick up his ass. It was so hot, feeling his warm wet hole that I busted a load deep in him. My friend usually bottoms, but now that he was shooting special cum, I wanted to watch him breed my buddy's neg hole, my buddy rode his dick and he fucked up into him with his thick cock, adding another poz load into his ass. I walked around for a bit, fucking was going on everywhere, a buddy of mine that does porn, who I have wanted to fuck forever, was taking loads in his perfect ass, I ate the cum from his hole and fucked his ass. So loose and hot feeling. I watched him get fucked and take loads and felched the cum from his ass everytime someone loaded him up. My last fuck of the night was a really cute pocket gay with a tramp stamp tattoo. I bent him over and drilled his ass hard, he was just so fucking cute and his hole was extremely creamy, I put him on a matress and raped him hard, busting off inside of him. This was a great way to start Folsom Weekend. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’m a Freak. (Notice I spell that with a capital “F.”) For more than four years, I’ve been listening to a podcast from Timothy James Henson (better known as “Tim” or “Timmy-Boo” by his fans) known as the Distorted View. It’s among the top comedy podcasts on iTunes if you’re “in the know.” If you love shows like “Chelsea*Lately” or “Tosh.0″ or the like, some of the best stories and disgusting news of the weird probably came from Tim. Tim is a fucking genius. When I had an hour-plus commute daily, Tim’s Distorted View and his companion show, Super Freak Sideshow (for paying subscribers), would wake me up every morning. I’m still a paying subscriber but without the daily commute, I don’t listen as much. Imagine my surprise the other day when he’s reviewing a clip about gloryhole action and wonders what the*etiquette*is at such a place. Well, Tim, have I got the thing for you. I e-mail’d him a link to my Gloryhole Etiquette page. Within moments we started a correspondence and soon, Tim had be on Skype and we were talking. And I “appeared” on his show (it’s audio only). Our 35-minute conversation covered a wide variety of topics: Gloryhole etiquette (of course) along with cock gagging, size queens and the best shapes of holes. Fucking through gloryholes including the use of condoms, barebacking and what to do with shit-dick (if it happens). What is stealthing and why it’s more common at an adult book store. The Bareback Brotherhood #BBBH and what the group’s all about. Bareback porn including shout-outs to Treasure Island Media, Dark Alley Media and Raw Fuck Club. The best lube including Str8CamLube (and Jeff) and Dragon Lube. And much more… This morning, Tim posted the entire interview to the Sideshow feed. It’s $5 a month to sign up (and well worth it) or $50 a year. You can visit the Super Freak Sideshow website to sign up and get information on how to get the feed through an audio RSS feed. Yes, even if you have another MP3 player than an iPod/iPad/iPhone, you can subscribe and receive it and listen. I imagine that he’ll edit it down and it will appear on the free Distorted View Daily feed eventually. I’ll keep an eye out for that. Tim calls the fans of his show “Freaks” and you’ll understand why if you listen. He’s got a unique perspective on things. So I hope you’ll catch it. Related posts: Will It Get Better? Really? I've written a new page on my bullying experience that ended up costing me a job... You can view it here.The really s... Does Sperm Enhance Your Mood? Straight Surgeon Finds Cum Contains 'Mood Enhancers' A top surgeon was forced to resign from the American College of Surgeons after a controversial Valentine's Day editorial in w... Becoming... A muscle god, I shall never be. Let's admit it. I am 44 years old with hair that's now growing in odd places no matter how mu... More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Picked up at the airport, we went to the hotel room where my twitter buddy @rawfuk was waiting for us. When we got there the first thing he told us that he had just taken a load an hour ago. My buddy and I took no time in tearing his clothes off and eating his sweet cumfilled butt. I slid my dick into his raw cumfilled hole. We tagged his ass back and forth, it was the fucking hottest way to start a weekend and one that I knew my buddy would deliver on, I knew there was no way that @rawfuk would have a dry hole by the time we got to him. We had him on all fours, held him down and raped his ass, had him ride us. The entire thing was so hot. to get into some sleazy bareback action and not even unpacked yet. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He entered the booth across from mine - no doors on either. He knew I was there. I would venture to say he was 40, dark hair, but thinning. He had a beard and additional scruff on his neck from where he'd normally shave, but clearly did not get around to it. He wore jeans and a football jersey and sported a wedding ring. Not a bad body, but one that probably had seen better days and with a little effort could have been quite nice. He never looked over, but pulled out his dick. He had to know I was watching or had the potential to see it. It was thinner, but not too skinny. It was 7", maybe another half inch. There was a nice head on it. He was watching straight, all-female bondage and light S&M type porn. I like straight porn, but mostly for the straight men's dicks. His choice held no appeal to me. But I wasn't there for the porn. He sat down on the bench so now I could only see from his calves down to his feet. I got out of my booth and walked over and peeked in. His eyes never left the screen. I stepped into the booth a little. His eyes never left the screen. But on the other hand, I never got a shake of the head telling me he wasn't interested. I touched his rock hard cock - which he removed his hand for mine. To me, that was as good as a 'yes'. I went to my knees and he watched the movie. I sucked his dick. If I say so, I was doing a great job sucking his cock. It was stiff, it angled up, and great for how I was positioned to take it all the way into my throat. At this point, I was expecting now acknowledgement of what I was doing or my skills, be they good or bad. To him, I wasn't even there. This did not deter me. I wasn't looking for acknowledgement at this point. I was looking for his load to shoot into my mouth, which, let's face it - is a certain kind of validity for being there and doing a decent enough of a job. I didn't need his verbal cues, as much as I might have liked them. Most guys in these booths have a sort of ADD. They never keep it on a porn "channel" for more than 5 seconds. This guy never deviated from his girl on girl with cage and whip action. I blew the guy for a good 15 minutes, maybe longer. He wasn't giving up the load that easily - and I'm ok with that. I suck cock. I like to suck cock. And because I am so adept at it, I do different things with my mouth, tongue, lips and throat to get a reaction. One of, or a combination of, those things I can usually find something that different men respond to. Even the silent ones. The combo to get his reaction was my mouth going down on him as my tongue danced along the bottom side of his shaft. I heard a very very weak "yeah" pass through his lips. It could have been what he was seeing on the screen that got him to react, until I did it again. I got the same "yeah". But being a good cocksucker, I also know not to repeat that over and over and over where it wears out its welcome. You change it up a bit and come back to the thing that gets them going. The anticipation they seek. The things that revs them. In that distraction, I found another hot spot - the head of his cock....or right at the corona. I got a stronger "yeah" there. Getting this man off now would be simple. Two hot spots and the alternating in some fashion would make him squirt. This I knew. I wasn't sure if he was ready, but I was. The deep throating, the shaft tickling and the head work had a few more "yeah"s out of his mouth. He wasn't verbose, but he made that monosyllabic escape that past this lips count. From all I could tell, he never looked down. The already rigid, already angled cock, go stiffer and started pulled back towards his body. Yeah, he was on the verge. One more "yeah" from him, but longer - "yeahhhhhh" - and the guy started pelting my tonsils with his cum. It was a big load. Nice tasting. I stayed on it and milked every drop out with my mouth and hand. I was still on my knees when he stood and put his cock away. Without another word, and certainly not a look, he moved past me and out the door. More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... Another success from Scruff.... met a guy who had a head shot on Scruff and we did little back and forth before agreeing to meet up. Thanks to GPS, found out he was on my way home. Was already on the road in traffic so just asked for address and we were good to go. When I got to his apartment he was in a tank and shorts coming back from the gym. I told him I didn't care if he showered. He was the same height as me 5'7" but probably 40 pounds heavier than me. He was also hairy. A short, chubby hairy bear. Bears need love too... As soon as I got naked he pulled off his shorts. His dick was an average size and was already hard. I sucked his dick a bit and he kept telling me how hot I was. He asked me to get on the bed and he got on the bed between my legs and started sucking my dick like there's no tomorrow. Problem is his teeth. Kept scraping my dick and was making me lose the mood so I asked if he wanted to fuck. He asked if I wanted him to blow me some more and I felt bad but lied and told him I didn't have much time. I had asked if he had poppers before heading over. He said yeah and pulled them out now. They were so old they had lost most of their effect. Didn't do much actually. He did get his dick in my hole and started fucking me with my legs over his shoulder. It didn't take him very long before he told me he was going to cum and asked where I wanted it. I told him to shoot it right in my hole and he did. I had a quick rinse in the shower and got dressed. He told me he wanted to do it again. I'm so bad with telling people thanks but not thanks so I said to hit me up. Now every time I'm on Scruff he asks when we're going to hook up again! I'm sure it will die down over time. Still counts as a load and too bad it was a one time only because he literally is on my way home and I'd stop there constantly if it had been good! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here After my 960 fiasco, I went straight to the Kok Bar, as it is just a couple of blocks away and Treasure Island Media was throwing a party. You never know with these guys so if TIM's involved, I always make sure I'm clean and ready to go, like I said, you never can tell. I've blogged about the KOK Bar before; it has a back space that's conducive to some naughtiness, but tonight it was partly screened off, which I took as a green light to follow your instincts. A Bud Light. Some of the best music to be found in any bar South of Market. A good mix of guys. I ceded the front of the bar to the Silly Millys with their I-phones and their bullshit, and made for the back 'room.' I got in a sexy mood as soon as porn reliable Jake Wetmore showed up wearing a shirt with biohazard pig on it. I got a bit of rise just seeing him, and then he took his shirt off and some guy went down on him, and I thought this might be fun...it was still kinda early. Back at the bar, I said 'hi' and chatted with Damon Dogg, not telling him he ranked pretty high on my list of San Francisco cheap thrills. Driving past the Treasure Island Media corporate (smile) headquarters on 9th Street and catching Damon taking a smoke break on the sidewalk = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon on 9th St. schlepping shopping bags from the Bath & Beyond store down the block = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon in the smoking patio of the Mix Bar in the Castro, smoking and wearing a red sportjacket or was it a tuxedo (?) = cheap thrill. See what I mean? I didn't tell him any of this. Nice guy, for sure, and a guy who knows how to get the party started. For Folsom Saturday, Damon was dressed in that Air Force jumpsuit barely zippered to his navel (= cheap thrill!) and sauntered into the back room, and started going down on a guy and then it just went crazy from there: a gang of a dozen guys feeling each other up, sucking cock, laughing and swilling beer. Damon then got fucked by about 4 guys in quick succession, and then some of those guys gave up their asses, more sucking and fucking, the sexual heat was on the rise. It was still kinda early. Then porn studlet Tyler showed up, shirtless...tall, tan and with those trademark luscious lips, carrying a bunch of shopping bags. Show me your cock, he said. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my fat dick that was even moreplumped because I had tied it up for Jayson. That was good enough: Tyler gave me a shopping bag, a wonderful gift of dvd's (including the TIM latest, Up the Gut) among other stuff, including a notice for the TIM contra-Folsom party on Sunday. Thanks, Paul Morris and Treasure Island. For keeping it hot. All the time. Damon Dogg was nowhere to be seen, but no matter, because now it was Tyler who was fanning the flames. More sucking, one guy after another going down on Tyler, and Tyler fucking a couple of guys...you gotta understand, it was a crowd, like a circuit party, in a corner of a bar on Folsom Street. Then Tyler fucked a preppy type in a striped Ralph Lauren shirt...nasty college frat boys getting barebacked in a Folsom St bar...nasty...that got me hard. A black leatherman started patting me ass. Have I mentioned how black guys seem to find me? To get fucked in a bar would be a first for me. What could be better than a bar in SOMA? I turned around and went down on him, doing the best I could but he couldn't get it really hard. The sucking was nice, however. Such is the 'beauty' of Folsom Weekend. What started out as an expression of the leather lifestyle has blossomed to including just about every fetish imaginable, but still with enough room for frat boys bending over and taking it raw in a quasi-leather bar. Folsom Weekend 2011. More...