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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Most of the comments from the public posted on the Treasure Island Media website have been typically lame, with a lot of dancing around the issue: detectable HIV deposits banked into willing asses. Certainly, this is a fact of bareback sex, and by extension, bareback porn. But the guys at Treasure Island Media are engaging in some subtle (some might say 'not so subtle') marketing here, demonstrating how to engage the pozcum fetish which is a repugnant issue for the mainstream porn industry. Michael Lucas is now producing bareback porn...BUT...and we all know this...his models are all HIV-negative. Ditto, the slew of crap from Brazil and Central Europe...fresh twinks free of the nasty bug are all tested, and paired off in antiseptic, usually tedious, uncharged bareback action. I don't know about you gentle readers, but as far as I'm concerned, poz guys are so much sexier because we are uninhibited and have gone for broke with what remains of our sexual lives. A porn star of undisclosed HIV status becomes so much more attractive once his positivity is revealed. It helps the viewing public create his image, part of an imaginative and intellectual process that is a vital part of porn. For example, I never really appreciated TIM starlet Jay Ross until I created my own image of his character: rich college frat boi who spends his allowance on expensive New York hotel suites where he can get gangfucked and charged by big latino cock. But it's still up to the pornographer to give us something to play with. Treasure Island Media is doing this with the new video, 'Viral Loads,' where a preview scene with poz megastar Blue Bailey (porn types reach 'mega' status when they star in their own gangbangs) and Steven Richards, of whom I would know little if it were not for TIM's subtle marketing. We all know that all bareback porn bottoms are poz, with only a few exceptions. You can't be worried about HIV if you're going to bottom in bareback porn. But we often don't know that much about the tops; we have to search the internet for more information about HIV status, if it's ever disclosed at all. Until now, however; through this subtle exercise, TIM has taken the unspoken to the next step. A viral load in bareback porn is a matter that pertains to the top. We bottoms love those viral loads, and in the new video 'Viral Loads' we can assume that all the tops have a viral load to satisfy the hungry demands of those toxic bottoms. So I'm assuming that Steven Richards is poz, and all the other tops are poz, as well. I think we're supposed to assume such. So I'm anxious to see who else tops in 'Viral Loads.' I can almost guess who the bottoms are, but I'm really interested to see the roster of tops with their viral loads. One thing about Treasure Island Media: they don't mislead their viewers, e.g., we all know Brad McGuire is negative. If Brad shows up in this one, then it will show how wrong I can be. Check out the 'Viral Load' preview scene on the TIM website. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I'll give him this - it was possibly the fattest cock I've ever had the 'pleasure" to meet. Maybe not beer can thick - is any cock really beer can thick? But maybe slightly bigger around than a Red Bull. His Manhunt ad was too vague and I was to enthralled with the 8.5" x 7" description to ask more questions. 52 years of age isn't archaic. Hell, that whole myth of men peaking sexually at 19 is so fucked up. I find the 50 year olds really know what they're doing, really want it and have great cocks. But if this guy was 52, then I was 22. I'm guessing closer to 65 he was. Where others lie about the inches on their cock, he fibbed about how tall he was, being at least 4-6" shorter than he said. No big deal if his weight had been accurate too. ' I should have known. He was too eager to drive 45 minutes to me to get sucked. When will I ever fucking learn? But he was here, so I let him in. Another guy who insists on completely stripping down for a fucking blowjob. Your shirts can stay on people. Especially if you haven't seen the gym or sun in three decades. That all said, it was possibly the fattest cock I've ever been presented with. And it was way bigger in person than in this pic. The cock was advertised as 8.5", but probably closer to 8. It didn't matter - the thing was so fat, head to base, I wasn't getting it all in my mouth anyways (though I can usually deep throat 8.5"). In actuality, I didn't get more than a little than half-way down his shaft. My lips were stretched to capacity. I worked it. I worked that shaft hard - really trying not to look anywhere but the cock, because, well........he was less than desirable. It is the problem with being driven by sex - the rest of your choices can be compromised. Like now. Oddly, I don't know how he felt. Or what it takes to get him off. Maybe years of folks trying you find ways to get to the finish line. I didn't think I was even doing an admirable job let along a good one, and certainly not a long one - maybe 10 minutes - and he shot a decent, but not great load. No flavor. I hustled the man out the door. A day later, I got a message, "did you enjoy that?". I'm thinking my silence spoke volumes. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... That’s what his screen name essentially was on BBRT. 6’3”. Bi. Big cock top. And *he* hit *me* up! This is what his email said: "I am 46th& N_____ south — traveling — looking for a bottom to host my cock and load" I have him my address and said I would Be ass up and ready for his dick. He wants a fairly anonymous scene— a pump n dump, but also wants me to suck him to get him hard first. No problem, I tell him. So He signed off and was on his way. Admittedly, his online cock pic did NOT look 9x5. It looked maaaaaaybe a generous 8. But hey— it’s a nice cock looking to breed ass. I’m not gonna turn it down. He arrives in 15 minutes and I buzz him up. True to form I’m on all fours when he walks in. I hear him strip by my front door and watch as he walks into the bedroom. Hoh. Lee. Fuck. His fucking meat was swinging and encroaching on mid thigh. Flaccid. And it was hefty! Thick. Broad headed. Perfect. I jumped to sucking it, and he was instantly appreciative. “Yeah, bitch. Suck my cock! You like that big cock, don’t you? You want that in your pussy, huh?” I nodded vigorously. Now, I know some guys get turned off by the whole “ass being called a pussy” or being called a bitch thing. I know I go limp when some nelly faggot starts talking about their “pusssssssssssssy” and stuff. But it’s different when a bi, hung stud uses it to describe your fuckhole. I stop sucking him long enough to say, “I want you to fucking knock me up.” "Oh yeah. I wanna knock up that tight pussy! I’m gonna put my babies in deep." We kissed after that and he got rock hard. That’s when I snapped the pic of his dick. It still doesn’t do him justice, but it was better than his online one. I sucked him more and he started playing with my nips. I went crazy on his dick and he loved it. “Fuck yeah! You’re in heat, aren’t you? A fucking bitch in heat just itching to get bred?” Yes. Yes I was. He asks me how I want it. I tell him on my back. So he eases me down to the bed, we lube up, I hit the poppers, and we start. He rolls me a bit onto my shoulder blades to get a good angle— and then slips his head in. Wow. You know sometimes a cock is just perfectly proportioned and feels like it was made for your asshole? This was one of those cocks. Because as big and thick as he was, once his head popped in, he just slowly slid in to the hilt. And it was fucking incredible. He kept asking if I was ok— oh yeah. Hell yeah. I was better than ok. And I told him so. And then he started fucking me with every inch. "Fuck, you got a nice pussy! And TALENTED! Yeah, milk my cock with that cunt!" We fucked on my back for awhile, then he flips me around to my side. This position is even better and he’s hitting deeper. He works my tits while I pulse my hole on his dick. "Oh FUCK man, that’s a talented pussy! Damn it feels so good!" I’m in fuck heaven right now and I look over my shoulder at him. “Fucking breed my cunt, man! I want your kids!” "Oh, I’m gonna want you on your stomach for that." So we roll over so I’m on my stomach with my legs together for him. This is obviously his favorite position because he really starts throwing the meat to me. And godDAMN it feels great! He’s popping his head up into my second ring with each thrust and I’m about going fuck crazy. I ram back into him as he thrusts, trying to get him as deep in me as possible. "Fuck that feels good! Fuck that feels good! Fuck that feels good!" He chants with every thrust. And I feel his massive dick getting just that tiny bit harder and larger and I know he’s close. "Oh yeah! I’m gonna flood that pussy now with my spunk! You want it bitch? Want my swimmers?!?" I don’t even have time to answer him (although he already knew my answer was a resounding yes) as his cock flexes one… Two… Three… Four… Five…. Times up inside my second ring. I feel every throb and twitch as his cock vomits it’s load up my ass. I make him lay on top of me and flick my nips so my ass will work out every last drop. The long pullout is intense. As he’s cleaning up we both gush about how good the sex was and how we have to do it again. Although he doesn’t live close by, he works downtown and is just a stone’s throw away during the week. We have each other’s contact info now. Man I really hope he becomes a regular. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... The guy I just wrote about, hard and proud. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Why is good sex so freakin FUN? Seriously, you do the same things over and over, there's not a lot to it, but when it's working, it's the most fantastic thing in the world. Tonight was a 180-degree turnaround from something that happened last night that I didn't even bother blogging about, though they were oddly similar situations on paper, and the first experience would have seemed to be the preferable one based on basic parameters. But yesterday was a total bust that left me feeling kind of dejected and depressed, while today I feel like I have a new dick. Who can say?? But fuck, tonight was fun! First, yesterday. I finished work rather early and cruised various sites and apps pretty hard, but got absolutely nowhere. After an efflorescence of general horniness in the New York City area for the past few weeks, things returned to their previous dry-spell levels. There weren't even many people I *wanted* to hit on, and the ones I did ignored me completely. Sad! But then a guy I have talked to on and off for ages, who always TYPES IN ALL CAPS, hit me up, saying he really wanted one of my big loads. He's an older guy, lists himself as early 50s, but his face pic was very handsome-- gray hair and deeply lined face, but with a lot of character; big nose, big jaw covered with a manly beard, sensitive eyes under a rather brutish, dark brow. Very much a type of mine, actually, and the age added to his looks to be honest. His body looked pretty nice for someone his age, too; very hairy, wiry, but fairly broad across the chest, quite short, just how I like em. He wanted to suck my dick and then have me fuck my load into his hairy body. He didn't have any ass shots posted, so I told him to text me one. He sent one that honestly wasn't that inspiring-- why do bottoms think a top is turned on by a bent-over closeup mostly featuring asshole? *DO* any tops like this? Tops, please reply in the comments if you actually like that sort of photo so I can know someone out there does besides the bottoms themselves who take them. When I asked him I told him, "Send me a rear view so I can see what I'd be working with," and I really wanted just that: a view of the rear of his body. Ah well. I was so horned up and he was handsome enough that I figured even just getting sucked by him would be enough for me; I love seeing handsome manly dudes with my dick in their mouths. He lived way up on the Upper East Side, which is the main reason I never went to jizz in him before. But I had a lot of time on my hands yesterday, so I hiked up there, just as rush hour was starting, and packed myself into a 5 train that was so full there was nothing for me to hold onto, but the sheer solidity of the crowd kept me upright as the train lurched. It took longer than I expected to get up there. I texted him when I was off the train. He had told me his neighbors were old, bored, nosy people, and he didn't want me to ring his doorbell. I hear doorbell, I think a bell at the door. My friend in Queens has a dreadful bell at his door; its buzzing is worse than the nose in the Operation game that made my 8-year-old self rip the scalpel wire right out of the game every time when it went off. So I figured ok, I won't ring his bell. But what he meant was, DON'T EVEN BUZZ TO GET IN THE BUILDING. I didn't know it was actually possible to open the doors of an apartment building without buzzing; I've only ever lived in a house and a building with a doorman where you don't buzz at all. And I couldn't imagine the buzzer in his apartment being heard by other people in the building. So I buzzed. The door instantly unlocked, and I went up in the slow elevator. I walked down the hall to his apartment, and saw that the door to his apartment was already hanging open. I stepped in as quietly as I could, and closed the door, and he was livid. "I *told* you *over and over* not to ring me!" I was taken aback. A Star Trek episode was blaring at top volume on the giant TV that dominated the room, and he was raving around the living room with his head in his hands. It was completely disconcerting. "This is why I never give out the apartment number! I don't want people to RING!" I tried to explain what I thought he meant, but he wouldn't hear it. Needless to say, I felt very unsexy at this point. But he seemed to want to go through with it, despite me somehow alerting the whole building to his sex life by buzzing his apartment and ruining his life. I wavered, but thought, I can't come all the way up here and not even get sucked off. Sadly, while he was about as handsome as the pictures, his body was in rather worse shape than advertised, and he seemed a little shrunken and sad to me. I couldn't imagine getting into fucking him. But I did like his face, so I went over to kiss him, and we kissed, though my body was still in alarmed, hostile-reaction mode. It wasn't sexy. I asked him to turn off the blaring TV, and he seemed annoyed. Who in the world could have sex with Lieutenant Worf growling six inches away from his head?? He sighed testily and shut it off. The room became silent as the crypt, and when he drew the curtains, it became gloomy as well. An office chair was conspicuously placed in the middle of the room with a floweredy towel draped over the seat. "Is that the designated cocksucking char?" I asked him. He again seemed annoyed. "We can do it wherever you like. I figured we would do it in the bed. I just use that for my computer," he said. So I looked around the room. The furniture didn't look pleasant to sit on while getting sucked off. So I tuned to look in the bedroom. "OK, let's go in the bedroom, then." And again he was annoyed. WTF! I really just wanted to leave. But I also wanted to ejaculate down someone's throat. So I went and got in the bed. He stood beside the bed, and sucked my extremely limp dick for a good while; even in its tiny, deflated state, his sucking was rather toothy. I figure he'd lacerate me if I was engorged fully. He seemed to finally be getting excited, but I knew I would never get hard. "Sorry, I don't think this is going to work," I said, sitting up and reaching for my shirt. "It's OK!" he said, trying to sound very chipper, though I wasn't sure whether it was for my benefit or his. "We're both men, we can handle it!" I got dressed and he nonchalantly talked to me about how it wasn't a bad ride from Brooklyn, on this train and that train, yadda yadda. I tried to be nice but got dressed fast and left. I went to get some coffee down the street, feeling completely deflated, and looked around for someone nearby who might want to fuck. It's not exactly a hotbed of ass up there. I got a few nibbles but nothing really to my taste. Another guy who has been hitting me up for ages was a bit further uptown, and suddenly appeared on an app I didn't know he used, and we chatted a bit. He let me know, suddenly, that he only flip-fucks. WTF. I told him I must have led him on by mistake, and said I only top, and he said he never just bottoms. I told him "happy hunting" and he said "let's hook up soon!" and then proceeded to wink and GRRR at me all night long. WTF^2? I gave up and came home and did grocery shopping and cooked dinner for my partner and read a fucking book. So that meant today my nuts were very full of frustrated cum. Friday is a very hard day to hook up on for some reason. So I didn't have much optimism. But again towards the end of the day, someone promising appeared. He was another older guy-- he advertised himself as being 49, was also quite short, wiry little body covered with gray hair. And he also lived in a spot inconvenient to reach by subway, deep in darkest Bed-Stuy. But Brooklyn I can drive and find parking in. He, however, was very clear that he was safe only; he wasn't even sure he'd let me cum in his mouth, though he said, "Maybe I'll eat your cum." He told me none of his building's buzzers were working, that I'd have to call him from the street. I figured, well, this all sounds very familiar. But I decided to go through with it again. Traffic was horrid and it took probably 50% longer than it would have to just take the freaking subways. But I found parking right in front. It was a street full of stately old brownstones, though it was a little forbidding in the early evening darkness. I climbed up a mountain of a stoop and texted the guy. Through the parlor window I saw a very cozy fire in a room with exposed brick and some artsy-looking furniture. The dude took his time-- I almost worried I was being blown off. But finally he opened the door. I was surprised! He was clearly the age the said he was, pushing fifty, but he looked better than his pictures by far. His little body had looked rather ho-hum, naked in photographs on Manhunt, but in person, on his stoop, in a t-shirt and sweat pants, he looked awesome. His face was a rather wise, soulful looking face. He smiled when he saw me and invited me in to that room with the cozy fire. On a table beside the fireplace, disconcertingly, there was a giant pink castle made of construction paper, covered with glitter. There was big art leaning against the opposite wall, and more modern furniture all around; the fire was extremely inviting, burning bright and crackling in its ornate marble mantle. The room was awesome, with high, decoratively-plastered ceilings. The parlor opened to a bedroom in the back, with a mattress on the floor. The place looked like it was only halfway renovated. Some very loud classical music was playing. We chatted a bit about how long it took me to get there-- he had a very cute, unexpected French accent. I liked talking to him. But I really just wanted to get my shoes and jacket off and put my hands on his sweet little body. He liked being touched and we kissed and his lips were fantastic; I felt him up and he felt me up and we made out hungrily and the fire blazed and I thought, oh yeah, this is what I want. Oh yeah… this is how it should always be. And for an hour or so we just had insanely fun sex. He loved my dick, and I loved kneading his sweet little ass, and sucking his nips sent him into orbit. We did all the things we do. My dick was throbbing and oozing. I ate his ass, pressing it up to my face with one palm pressed against his pubes, appropriating his little body totally with that gesture-- "I can lift you off the bed and bring your ass up to my mouth to feast on with just one hand," it said, "your body is fuckin MINE"-- and he moaned like I was unlocking a chamber of longing inside him. His asshole accepted my tongue voraciously. His little body was perfect. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I ate his ass and held his dick, which was extremely small and thin, the size of a grocery store hot dog but shorter, but it was hard as a rock and hooded with a velvety foreskin slippery with precum. Grinding my body into his hard, muscular little frame was just SO FUCKING FUN. Why? Why why why. We both had the time of our lives. His limbs wrapped around me as I pounded his little body into the mattress; his hands felt up my back and then gripped my back hair in his surprisingly large hands and pulled it while I ground my dick into his. (I must admit my back hair is getting awfully long, if he can tug at it like that. But he seemed thrilled with it.) I pressed all my weight into him and held his head to me and he looked like he was drowning in pleasure, his blissful face enveloped in my biceps and heaving shoulder muscles. I wanted to fuck him so bad, and he knew it: I kept aiming my dick at his asshole, pressing his buttocks together to make a fuckable tunnel and pounding my body into his, feeling my dickhead graze into his opening from time to time in the assault, and I know he liked it and wanted not to be safe. But I didn't want to spook him or ruin the fun. So I held back. And then, at the end, I was kneeling beside him-- "I have to suck that dick again," he'd said, pushing my face out of his ass and scurrying around into position-- and he was on all fours beside me, hungrily inhaling my fat bone over and over, and I had burrowed a finger gradually into his ass while he sucked me, and was rhythmically hitting his prostate, and he sucked me harder and harder and I fingered that gland more and more and he slobbered more and more and my dick got harder and harder, the bed got wet beneath us, and my balls let loose and I kept firing into his mouth and probing his gland and he kept fisting his dick and I kept pulsing into him and then I felt him pulsing all around my finger, and he came on the bed. And then I was done cumming in him, and he spat my semen out with a loud, rather obnoxious violence. I laughed, and he laughed too. There was a giant gooey spot on his bed where my cum landed, and smaller gooey drips where he'd shot. I just smiled into his face, and he beamed back at me. "That was fantastic," I said, and pulled him to me and kissed him. The residue of my cum did not taste foul on his breath so I kissed him deeply. I pulled back, and put my hands on his little hips, and appraised him up and down, saying completely unabashedly, "I just love your little body!" And he pawed at my hairy chest and my rough hairy haunches, and said, "I love your body too, you're so big and hairy." And isn't that just a kind of miracle. I like his body, and he likes my body, and we make each other have orgasms and laugh. The pleasure was so intense, so free, so light at the same time. So good, so fucking fun. I told him to go wash his mouth out and he did, and we dressed and chatted amiably about his renovation, and a renovation I am trying to get started, and houses we've lived in, places we've lived. The fire had burnt out and was just a warm glow in the hearth, just like our pleasure. I held him and kissed him one more time, and told him to say hello sometime. I hope he does. I wonder if I can work my raw dick inside him? He would be the best fuck of the year, if he let me give him that… I fuckin love sex. More...

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Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... A friend sent me a link to this little film, and it's really good. The title of it is "Chaser," and as you'll see, our protagonist Zach is chasing more than a bug. Kudos to filmmaker Sal Bardo (he appears in the subway scene I believe) and to actor Max Rhyser (the beautiful Zach) for a film that makes you think. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here As far as I know, Mike Dozer remains in the Montgomery County (PA) clink and that million dollar bail levied by the judge assures he will remain there for a long time. There's no way that Mike can win on this one, even if his 14-year old prey (located through the Jack'd website) looked mature for his years, pursued and consented to having sex with the poz pornstar. I don't know if this story will interest the gay community for very much longer, although some of the comments I've read online have been provocative and reveal some understanding, however creative, of Mike's situation. It's been posited that the boy wanted to have sex with a poz man and set in his mind that Mike Dozer was the man he wanted. I'm not from Philadelphia, but I would have to assume that your choices in that part of the world are going to be limited...pornstar, poz, can travel, all that stuff. Mike has been quoted as saying that he didn't realize how young the kid was until he met him...ah, the perils of internet hookups...and then he says he cleared out. But he did communicate with the kid online, he did travel to engage the kid, and may or may not have had sex with the kid, but by that point it doesn't matter anymore. Although the statutory rape laws do differ slightly from from one jurisdiction to another, according to statute, one doesn't need actually to engage in a sex act. Just putting yourself in the situation pretty much closes the case. As soon as Mike got within a few feet of the boy, he was done...no matter what information the kid provided online or via cellphone. The rape rap also includes a charge of 'recklessly endangering another person,' which probably has to do with Mike's hiv status. You can see the Montgomery County's docket case for yourself, it's been posted on the website str8upgayporn. Sorry, Mike...there's no way out for you on this one; it's probably the better course to face the music. Having written all this is not by any menas to suggest that your porn career is over; you may return to your bareback porn career once you have paid your 'debt to society,' just stick to the beef and the pork and give a pass to the chicken. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I don't know his name. I don't have his email. I don't know his phone number. I know what kind of car he drives, only because I've seen it pull up and park on the street outside the house. But he answered a CL ad I placed. He called me, but through a blocked line. We've never exchanged introductions. Just body fluids. And to clarify - he's exchanged those into me, not the other way around. He's not ugly, but not handsome either. He's about 5'9", 180 with a slight belly. I like it when he keeps his slightly tinted glasses on and his hat. When I asked on the phone what his cock was like, he laughed a bit and said, "it's nice enough". But he's hung. Massively hung. And thick. That is him after he had already cum.....and went soft. He showed up on time, which you wouldn't think is such a big deal, but to me it is. I hate waiting around for guys who claim they're "on the way". He comes in takes off his shoes and strips off his coat and pants, and nothing more. Well, his underwear. He wasn't this "small" when he took off his pants, as he was - or his cock was - in the stages of being excited. As was I. As it would turn out he has this way of being nice, but being dirty at the same time. It's hard to explain. Perhaps it's they way he'd lightly chuckle at things he'd say or that I'd say or do. He say things nicely, but if you thought about it, they were not questions but more of commands or statement of facts. Cutting to your core in certain ways. It was kind of hot. "You like to suck cock". Normally, I'd answer with a "yes Sir", but this didn't warrant an answer. He was telling me. He knew. Of course, I had a 9.5" fat fucking black cock almost all the way down my throat - he could have just been stating the obvious. He wasn't going out on any limbs exactly, and it was clear this wasn't my first time with a dick in my mouth. But when I'd come up for air, it was hard not to just handle it, look at it, admire it. The penis really is a great work of art - and some are clearly better than others. I told him he undersold himself with the "nice enough" comment - and he replied, "did I lie?" He did not. But he wanted to see me stick something in my ass. I had to find a butt plug, which then I greased it up and slid it in as he watched from behind. He had me do it while I was on my knees facing away from him. I think he liked the show. It was a plug and not a dildo, so it was harder to fuck myself with it, though I did....because he wanted me to. I was to keep that plug in while I sucked him too. On my knees. And then laying back on the bed with him kneeling over me. As you might expect, he move up a little...so soon his balls were at my nose....than at my mouth. And then it was his ass. He didn't ask. He's not the kind to ask. He expects. Silent assumptions. I dove in. To me, it was clear he had just come from work, but his ass was fresh. I ate it like a pro...not just because I wanted him to like it, but because I love eating ass. He isn't one to moan or tell you it feels good what you're doing. But he was rock hard and stroking, so I took that as a sign I was doing my job well. He back up again and shoved his cock down my throat and gave it a dozen pumps before I felt the hot seed sliding over my tongue and down my throat. At that angle, it was impossible not to go down into my belly, but it is not like it wasn't going to end up there anyways. He pulled out, stood up and looked back at me, admiring his work, I suppose. He put on his pants, and shoes and headed to the door. "When I call and say 'you know who this is', you'll know who it is, right?" I confirmed. He called the next day. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just sent a guy home with a rear end so loaded up with a week's worth of my nuts' semen production that he must be sloshing audibly all the way to the subway. I ejaculated so hard I felt like my urethra would burst right through the meat of my penis-- which was harder than it's been since I was 14. This felt like gold-medal olympic fucking-- not marathon, as with this much cum packed into my nuts for a week, it was a nonstop fight to avoid losing it too soon-- but a long hour of sweaty, relentless penile invasion of his body. And what inspired me to these heights of toppinghood? An unassuming little guy-- nice lips, nice teeth, nice sharp stubbled chin, green eyes and dark eyebrows, but not much of a body-- who nonetheless had the best bottomy attitude online. Fun, enthusiastic, in complete lust with my dick pix and earnestly hungry to feel me pulsing out my sperm inside him, not at all put-on. And he knew how to kiss, and how to luxuriantly stroke my dick through my shorts in a way that made it want to lengthen and harden for him, rather than shrink from an over-eager need for a boner. When I opened the door to him, I wasn't sure how it would go. But as soon as my dick was inside his mouth, I knew I had a winner. There is no substitute for a good bottom, no way to pretend when you aren't. And I rewarded his skill with all the thick hard meat and hot, salty semen he needed. I feel completely satisfied… I almost feel reborn. He hit me up on BBRT, a site where it is almost impossible to hook up for me-- I'm beginning to think it's because for "Drug Use" on there I click "Hell No", and everyone on there is perennially high (I guess this was planted in my mind by Beautiful Rebound the last time I fucked him). His pictures were old, I could tell, but something about his attitude was appealing to me, so I encouraged the conversation. We couldn't hook up last week when he wrote me-- I was just too busy with work really-- and he said he would buddy list me and keep in touch. I know how that usually goes… but today he wrote me a hello, and it was a good point to take a work break, so I invited him over. He was really excited and said he would be right over after a quick rinse. And he was here within half an hour. He did give awesome head-- not the best I've ever had, as his saliva was not that amazingly slippery copious nectar to my cockhead that some guys have-- but whether it was the head, or pheromones, or his slowly emerging handsomeness when he had my meat in his mouth, he had my dick so hard it stood straight up and throbbed. I lay back on the bed and spread out my arms across all the pillows and let him feast on my genitals all he wanted, feeling like a benevolent king. Some guys look awful when they're sucking your dick: distorted face, hollow cheeks, bulging eyes. He managed to look rather glamorous while hoovering my unit. I cradled his chin in one hand and held his arm with the other one, and just enjoyed being the center of this kind of attention for a good long while. My nuts were thrilled, retracted all the way into my body to be close to the ducts they'd be secreting my load into soon. To calm them down, I pulled my dick out of his mouth, and pushed it aside, exposing the hairy nuts, and commanding him to suck them. He managed to coax them back and and roll them around in his mouth a bit while I pushed my engorged organ up against his face and admired the juxtaposition. Another occasion where I wish I had a camera handy-- we looked pretty awesome together like that. Ah well, you'll just have to imagine it. Finally I sat up a bit so I could get a better view of his ass and legs, which were bare as he had pulled his pants and underwear off all the way before getting into bed with me. It honestly hadn't felt like much through his pants. But there at the end of his tapering back, his buttocks beckoned to me: smooth, creamy white mounds, perfectly formed, with a deep cleft between them even from his angle, and beautifully thick thighs supporting them, much thicker than I expected given his frame. I admired this for a while as he sucked on my fat, fleshy, engorged dickhead some more, and then barked, "Stay like that" as I swung my legs out from underneath his arms and slid off the bed to go inspect him. This is when things got real. This ass was fucking fantastic, completely unexpected; even his pictures online had been ho-hum. The ass before me was a wonderland of inverting curves and bulges, expanses of tender shapes just begging me to kiss and lick them. I put my face between his asshole and balls, and stroked my lips there, inhaling his clean scent. A soft stubble indicated that he had completely shaved for me-- his asshole, his taint, his balls, inner thighs, everything. I reached up under to feel the parts of this area I couldn't see: hip bones placed just so, soft sensitive flesh where the thigh meets the testicles, and a rough patch of pubes. He was just shaved where I would be eating and fucking. I liked it. It was a non-verbal invitation that had my dick swell fatter than a missile. I ate and ate and he sighed and sighed. I fought conflicting urges: lick him more! stick the fucking dick in! Lick more! IN already! And my dick was so hard and oozing, the veins were so ropy and hard in my hand that I couldn't leave it out. I had made the whole area extremely wet from my attentions, and my dickhead was slimy with precum, so when I stood up and placed it there it slid in without any resistance. And basically I fucked the living fuck out of this fucker. For twenty minutes his back was to me. Sometimes I put all my weight on him, and he wrapped his calves around mine, gripping my feet with his, while I held his head in my palms and drilled my bone into his gut relentlessly, feeling the wicked contrast between the silky, sensual, affectionate play of our legs and feet together against the mindless hammering of my hard tubular inches against his prostate. And then sometimes I reared up-- and he always matches his body motions to mine perfectly, following me so my dick never disengaged from him, not once-- and fucked him on my knees, holding his hips tight, his body spilling down onto the bed from my grip, arms wide and gripping the covers while I let him feel all my inches, all the way in to the hairy root of my dick, and all the way out to the tender pink glans on the end of my dick, just kissing against his asshole before the next plunge. We were having the time of our lives. "Use me all you want," he kept saying. "It feels so good, just keep using me." "Give me your whole body," I would grunt into his ear, circling my hips so my dick knifed inside him back and forth. And he said "It's yours, it's yours, just fuck me." And I just fucked him. I pulled out to eat him more; the beauty of that ass had to be enjoyed visually as well, I had to have my face in there as well as my dick. He was oozing a viscous fluid after I pulled out; he lubricated for me brilliantly and I didn't need any extra spit after I'd gone in. I had to wipe it away to eat him more; it was too thick and salty, but it was exciting too; to what my tongue rejects my dick says yes, yes, yes. Beautiful thick gooey insides to fuck. I ate him some more, chewing his round buttocks, sucking his small dick into my mouth, sucking his balls, licking every surface and shape. And then plunged my dick back in, pushing in as hard and deep as I could go, with my face in his ear, telling him to give it to me, give me everything, and his face contorted desperately with pleasure, saying it's yours, it's yours. The fucking was getting too hot; I thought I'd either cum or get overstimulated and lose my boner. So I asked him, "Will you suck me some more, or is that too much?" He turned his face to look and me and grinned, and said, "I will suck you all you want," and I got off him, lay back, and he positioned himself back in my now extremely fragrant, sweaty groin, and sucked my dick clean, giving me a different sensation, keeping my rod hard as bone. He truly worshipped my dick, the adoration for my manhood was written all over his face. I felt emotion swell in my chest, intense pleasure at what a top and a bottom can do together, and pulled his face up to mine, kissed him intensely, then pushed him on his back and hovered over him. He gripped my body with all his limbs and pulled me down into him; held my ass with grasping, greedy hands, gripping my bicep, hitching his legs over mine, feeling all of my bulk, and humping against me violently as he kissed me. He wanted me and I wanted him. I pushed him back on the bed, pulling up on his legs to expose his asshole, and gripping his ankles and holding him high, I aimed my dick with my hips, and the head settled into the hollow around his hole naturally, and a push with my waist was all it took to enter him. No resistance, no effort. His ass guided my dick in with its own hunger, and I buried myself with no guidance or effort. This is the most beautiful thing in the world. A dick going into another body on its own, guided only by desire and how well the bodies fit together. He was meant to be fucked by me. And I fucked him. Long slow strokes, fast furious ones, my body pressed hard against his, my body held away from his so I could watch the spectacle of tubesteak burrowing into assmeat. Finally, with one thigh pressed hard to the side and into the mattress, and the other bent at the knee which I gripped hard with my other hand, I sliced into him without mercy, and when I got close enough to either cum or pull back and extend this mind-erasing pleasure, I was weak. I could have fucked him all afternoon and not gotten tired of it. But I had seven full days of cum production stored up in my balls. My tubes ached from being full of fluid from my prostate. My skin was flushed, I was sweating bullets, every hair on my body was standing up. It was time to cum. "I'm just going to fucking cum in you," I said calmly, looking into his face, and he flew into a fit, holding my body so hard it hurt, begging for my cum, "plant it deep, cum in me hard, cum in me deep, cum in me deep," and I only said, "Look at me when I cum in you," and he became still, and watched my face as he felt my dick spasm inside him and eject the warm thick fluid. I pushed in deep as I could go, just as he asked, but quit fucking, and felt my meat expand and contract against his warm, slick walls; I felt some muscle down there sucking me in deeper, deeper, and after I thought I was done ejaculating, the warmth of his limbs all around me and the heat radiating from his insides onto all surfaces of my dick, buried so deep inside, made me have one of those secondary orgasms that are so elusive, so intense. I almost blacked out as his greedy bottomy body sucked a few more drops of semen out of my body, overwhelming me with a sensation of warmth and touch. My whole body felt like a dick, enveloped in a yielding body. I came out of the fog and just collapsed onto his body; his arms were still wrapped around me tight and he then circled his legs around my waist and I sweated all over him. I felt my dick slowly sliding out of him, heartbeat by heartbeat. Every time it moved a centimeter, he gasped, as if being slowly fucked in reverse. I just breathed in his fragrance and let my body come down. We held each other like this for a long time, and finally I rolled back to get fresh air. We both exclaimed that this had been one hell of a fuck. And then, it seemed, we both almost felt a little embarrassed. We lay there quietly for a bit; after such an intense experience with a stranger, what do you say? He thanked me genuinely and sat up, looking around for his clothes. "I really needed that. That's not something I can do for myself," he said rather obviously, and I laughed. "I mean, like, I'm not even into toys or anything." We talked a bit about inane things and I got him a glass of water, and slowly we warmed up to talking about what we do and so on. But again, after this intense primal experience we shared, everything else seemed faintly ridiculous. But he was not awkward or anything; we just let there be periods of silence while he got bundled back up for the cold. On his way out he thanked me again, and I told him, "Take good care of that load. Keep it with you." He smiled, and said he'd like to do it again sometime. I told him to keep in touch, but I already wonder, can it be duplicated? He's very smooth, not totally my type, blabla. The chemistry of the body is alien to the machinations of the mind. I can still feel the intense sensation of ramming my dick into him desperately, wanting to never stop feeling what I was feeling, and know how rare that is. But I am already thinking of a hairy dude, a dude with a big dick, a dude with a beard, a dude with hipster hair, a dude with dark eyes, other dudes, other dudes, the dudes I want in my head. There is so much fucking left to do. But this guy is a treasure of a bottom… if only they could all be like that. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I saw him in scruff last night. This cute lad that I thought had fucked me before. And since I was horny as hell, I subtlety hit him up. Me: You got a load for my ass? Him: yes Me: so, you wanna cum over and donate it? Him: yes! So horny! I sent him the address and 10 minutes later there’s a knock at my door. Not a quiet, “I’m here to sneak in and fuck” knock. No, this boy knocked with purpose. When I opened the door I realized two things: one, this was NOT the guy who’s fucked me before, and two, I just struck the jackpot. The kid walks in wearing a university Law hoodie and jeans. And he’s drop dead fucking gorgeous. Short sandy blonde hair. Bright blue eyes. Just enough face scruff to be wickedly hot. And a body—- the kind of smooth, tight, six-packed, body that only a 25 year old can have. I led him in to the living room where I had some nasty, treasure island open playing. Given this boy’s wholesome, Nordic farm boy appearance, I started to think the porn might not have been a good choice. He sees it playing and says “Whoa….”. I tell him I just put it on and I hope it’s ok. “Fuck that’s hot,” he says as his eyes devour the actors on the screen. "Yeah, this bottom is about to get gang banged and destroyed by these big dicks," I tell him. "I think I’ve seen this one," he confides. "There’s so much cum…..". And he starts rubbing his Crotch. I quickly drop to my knees and open his jeans. And when I free his cock, I am not disappointed. The boy had 7 inches of meat, a bit thinner, and it arcs downward. And man does this kid have a big nut sack! He has that slightly musky smell of cock that has been pent up in underwear all day. It’s intoxicating. And I immediately go to town sucking his cock. His “Awwww fuuuuuucks” and moans let me know he appreciates what I’m doing. And because his cock is thin enough and curved the right way, it easily slips down my throat so I’m nose to pubes. This nearly makes his knees buckle. I get his jeans and underwear off and he takes off the hoodie. I have him sit so he can watch the porn while I suck and deep throat him. I run my hands up under his shirt while I suck and I can feel every ridge of muscle on his abdomen. When I brush his erect nipples, he moans with pleasure. I look into his eyes and tell him I can’t wait until he fucks me. With a lust filled gaze, He tells me in no uncertain terms he’s going to breed my ass. I suck him more, and when his precum is drooling like a faucet I ask if he’s ready to fuck me. He nods and we go to my bed. I lube us both and then assume the position (doggy). I sorta wish that we were doing it missionary so I could look at him or kiss him— but this is just about fucking. He gets his head lined up, and true to 25 year old form just shoves it all in to the hilt. Thank god his cock is thinner- because it just slides right in, like sheathing a sword. A meat sword. He grabs my hips and starts fucking me with his entire length. The downward curve makes his cock hit all the good spots and just the thought of this young buck barebacking me has me going sexcrazy. I want him to enjoy this, so I really start working my ass muscles- pulsing my grip and tightening on his out stroke, etc. Every anal trick I can think of. And he loves it. I know, because he’s a talker, which really turns my crank. “Fuck that feels good! Oh fuck man, your ass feels amazing! I’m gonna breed your ass so deep!” We don’t fuck long— he’s too torqued up and horny. “Oh man, I should slow down… I’m gonna blow soon….” "Do it! Fucking cum in me!" I command. "Gonna fucking breed your hole, man!" He warns. And then I feel him cum. There is one HUGE throb of his dick, which I feel all the way to my spine, then the pulses as he starts spurting. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He keeps repeating as he slams his cock into me over and over again. "You got another load for me?" I ask. "Just keep fucking my hole if you want." He doesn’t have a second load ready, but he fucks me until his dick is spent, and then slides out with agonizing slowness. He’s kneeling on the bed and I turn around to kneel and face him. He’s grinning like a fool and sighing. “Damn buddy boy, that was hot!” I tell him. He nods. “I never do this,” he says. “I never bareback. But it was so hot!” I start jacking my hard cock as I face him, and I see his eyes take down my body to watch. "You liked fucking my hole raw, didn’t you?" I ask as I jack. "Oh fuck yeah! It was so hot breeding your hole." This makes my dick twitch and I’m suddenly close. "You want me to cum, boy?" I ask. "Hell yeah. I wanna see you shoot." "Tell me what you just did then," I say. "I just dumped my seed in your guts. And you seriously got two weeks worth, man!" I shoot my load all over the towel between us. We chat a bit as we clean up. He is a law student and just finished up a big Moot Court thing, which is why he was horny and full of cum. He told me he really liked it and he wants to do it again. He asks for a piece of paper, and he scribbles down his phone number for me. And before he leaves he says, “Oh, by the way— my name is Tommy.” I tell Tommy to study hard and drink milk. I also told him we’re gonna do this again. And that my ass will be his to fill any time he wants it. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... Fat chance! - haha I tired though… After keeping myself on the sidelines for a while, last night was fun. I did not take nine loads, I only took one (not because I was unwilling and did not try mind you). The one load I took was from a fat dicked hot guy that was very attentive to my stability while taking his cock. He did not want me to bang my head. LOL - I think he could see better than I could... We had a group watching us the whole time and I know someone was touching his cock and balls while he was fucking me. When he came, it was a lot and he was very vocal! I did not know it while it was happening, but afterwards I realized that the guy that gave me his load was someone I had been wanting it from for a couple years now. That fact now makes me super horny this rainy Sunday morning! More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just got blown by a HOT daddy visiting for business. He hit me up on Manhunt, and asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted my cock sucked and load swallowed. His response was, "works for me.....cum pig here and you'll love the way I suck your cock." When I got to his hotel room he answered wearing just a pair of jeans. This guy's bod was smoking hot. Swimmer/runner lean, but meat on his arms and chest. But, I digress... I sure did love the way he sucked my cock. He got all the way down on it and rubbed his tongue all along the bottom. Licked my balls, my taint, my cock. And took every drop of cum. I thought I'd never stop shooting. I hope I get to see him when he comes back to town. As I was getting dressed, I asked him if he were really the age on his profile. No, he tole me he was one year older. I can't believe he's 63!!! He looks like he's mid forties to early fifties. Hot daddy indeed. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... Just seven hours til the SF Brig Dark Party and my assigned role appears to be totally bottom. I see little chance this will change by the time the polls (on the right) close. I plan on getting there when it opens, strip down to my shoes, lube up, grab the bracelet that tells everyone I am a bottom and start taking cock and loads in the dark. The assigned count looks to be nine. This is a lot! I am hoping that guys are there to cum though, so I can get that count up there! Since it is about 3 PM here n SF, I suppose I had bester start seriously looking for loads before the party to try and get a head start on the goal... More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Anyone who's part of the Palm Springs gay scene knows that the enduring bareback pornstar Matt Sizemore hosts some pretty incredible parties at the Helios resort. These themed events relate to the holiday calendar and the seasons, and always feature a hot bareback performer...guys like Champ Robinson, Brad McGuire, Patrick O'Connor, lately Adam Russo...setting the mood for anything-goes sex parties where all attendees can take part, and though, not necessarily bareback, there's plenty of bareback action to go around. I've blogged about these parties, and my admiration for Matt is well-known, and when Treasure Island Media asked me to review 'Return to Meat Rack' I jumped at the opportunity, delighted when Matt got fucked in the pines, his first time on video as far as I know. He had already racked up a reputation as a top during his tenure at Hot Desert Knights in videos such as 'Cum Canyon.' So there I was, sitting in the sun at Helios last Tuesday, taking a breather from the weekly informal daddysex party enjoyed by locals and visitors alike, when who should hustle past but the great Matt himself, dressed and acting very businesslike, like a guy who runs things. And that's because he does! Matt Sizemore is now managing the Helios Resort just off Indian Canyon Drive in the north end of Palm Springs. We had the opportunity to chat a bit and he's every bit as charming as he appears in his videos, with his good-natured manliness. I have been meeting men at Helios for sexual encounters for a while now, especially after Camp Palm Springs went downhill (and eventually closed and converted to a straight hotel called the Skylark), because of the generous day pass...only $10 but you have to clear out at 5pm...and the great layout...a playroom (with too much light), mattresses, slings both indoors and outdoors, not to mention the hot tub and the pool. Helios is not in the gay-oriented Warm Sands District but the Spanish hacienda architecture, the lush landscaping and agreeable size...about 12 rooms...is the Palm Springs hotel I heartily recommend...and oh yeah, you might get to meet Matt Sizemore making his rounds. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... I asked you guys to vote on whether I will be a top or a bottom and how many holes or loads it would take before I could cum (see two polls on the right). Right now (Thursday afternoon) it looks fairly certain that I am going to be on the bottom bunk and that I need to take nine loads before I am allowed to cum. That night at the Brig is lights out night. Everyone gets a glow in the dark bracelet that tells everyone if you are a top or a bottom and that is all ya get. Fuck hole and take loads by the feel of the body in front of you and nothing else. My record load count is only four loads. Knowing how difficult it is to get guys to give loads I may have to get a head start earlier in the day. Assuming that the trend continues and on the bottom I am destined to be, I will try to get at least three or four loads before I go that night… If you are in San Francisco and you cannot make it to the party but need a place to plant a load, hit me up on BBRT (link at the top of this page)… Would even be hotter to find a top that can go and will stay at my side and enforce the load count requirement on me! If you have not voted, do so before 10 PM Saturday night and tell me what I am doing! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here After I did that photo shoot a few weeks back, I had only made it to my car before getting hit up by a fuzzy bearish guy three miles away. I'd seen him on certain apps and he was ok. He gave me the address and I paused for a few. I had been fucking with his next door neighbor for a while and I was just like - wow - I'm racking them up, right in a row. Literally. But I knew the neighbor was out of town and off I went. He had left the door open for me and I found him upstairs at a desk watching porn on his laptop. Naked. Not a word said as I went to my knees, sucked his ok 6.5" thin cock and swallowed his load. That was that. Three loads in an hours time. But now it's weeks later. I'm getting into my car at the park after just having sucked off that sub guy. Lo and behold who is hitting me up but Fuzzy. I was still in the mood for more cum, so why not? Actually, I still had a raging hard-on from the park suck. I think I actually turned myself on by all the nasty things I was saying to him and how I treated him. I'm not patting myself on the back, but I have learned a thing (or a thousand) from the men I've serviced. Some more than others. Once again, the door was unlocked. Once again, he was upstairs watching porn on his laptop. Naked. I took a nice hit of poppers then hit my knees and started sucking him. He was way more into the porn than was seemingly into me. But if you've been around, you get a few of those. It's ok - I wasn't looking for stimulating conversation or a date. I kind of would like the guy to notice my skills and what I'm doing, but maybe it's the porn that gets them off and that the mouth is just a place to dump the load. On the vid, the top was fucking his office "intern" with a dildo nice and hard. I asked the guy if he liked that. ....but meaning that he'd like to be fucking the guy - not getting fucked. "Eat my ass" was his response. So he got on his chair, bent over the desk, exposing his tight little pink pucker to me. I dove in. He was pretty much shower fresh - outside and in. Oh yes, I said 'in'. My tongue went deep....deep... and deeper. I ate that hole like I was fucking starving. He responded in kind. The guy pushed back against my face, forcing my tongue deeper. The way his hole accepted my tongue, I knew this wasn't his first time. Or 101st time. His ass had seen more than tongue in its day. Maybe it was the park encounter - and my pseudo dominant display. Maybe it was his ass. Maybe it was the video playing, which now had the stud pulling the dildo out and replacing it with his raw cock. But I was rock solid hard. I just kind of lost control. No idea what came over me. While taking mini-second breaks for ass eating, I kept spitting into my hand and slicking my cock up. Five, six, seven times. He never asked for it. I never asked if he did. I stood up and pushed my cock into his asshole. It went in willingly. Oh so willingly. Now - you know topping is really not my thing, but here I was with my bare cock buried in his ass. And he was now pushing back. And I'm not a top for many reasons. The main one is mentally I'm not one - and even when I try, my brain and the neurons to my cock are not hooked up in that capacity. So staying hard is always a challenge. That day? Not so much. Another reason is, I have little control. When bottoming, I don't care if I ever cum. As a rule, I don't jack off for weeks at a time. I just don't care about cumming. But when fucking, I don't know how to pace myself. I'm sure with experience I could control the latter, but the former is the bigger issue. I can never seal the deal usually - nor do want to most of the time. He did ask me to pull out and I complied. But he only wanted to move to the bed, so he knelt on the edge - a softer place than a desk chair. He positioned himself like he had taken it this way numerous times. Numerous, numerous times. I slicked myself up and went back in. He took it like a pro. My cock is not small, nor thin, so that he took it with ease meant he had as many visitors as his next door neighbor....just on the receiving end. I was vocal about my being close - on a few times. I stopped moving, but then he'd start fucking himself on my rod. And fuck, this boy could use his ass muscles to squeeze a shaft. It was clear, he didn't want me to hold off. He wanted the prize. The load. My load. The fucker was teasing my cock and knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off. He never asked for it directly, but he didn't tell me to stop. He didn't ask a lot of things, now that I come to think of it. But that's the way sex is, isn't it? It's all about the moment. I really couldn't hold off, even though I was only about eight minutes into the fuck. I was at the finish line whether I liked it or not. No big announcement from me, but somehow he knew. I'm not like the porn guys who continue to fuck through their orgasm. I bury deep and unload. Maybe he figured that out. Maybe he felt it throb. Maybe he felt it shooting. I don't know. I didn't ask. I didn't give a fuck. But he knew. And that motherfucker continued to milk me with his professional ass muscles. He was going to get every drop regardless of what I thought or wanted. But I'm not that sensitive after shooting, so I don't have to pull right out. I let him do his job. The aftermath is what you'd expect. A swipe of the towel on my cock - though he was remarkably clean, like he was planning on someone fucking him. Anyone. Me pulling up my jeans, which never actually came off. A thanks and a trip down the stairs by myself. I bet a large amount of money, he went back on-line looking for his next conquest, as he never stroked or got off. He was looking for another dick - I just know it. Of course, the next day, I got a message from him asking when I'd like to 'eat his ass' again. But we all know that not what he was wanting from me. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday after work was another quickie-- barely ten minutes from flaccid to spewing hot lava down the throat of a very handsome, if somewhat overmanicured-- bear-type guy. But now I fancy myself a modern-day Johnny Appleseed, spreading my seed far and wide across the South, delivering semen to parched throats and assholes everywhere. Sometimes it *is* fun just knowing you're cumming in as many dudes as possible-- especially when they look like this dude. He did have a bit more flab around the middle than I like-- you can sort of tell he used to be much heavier. But when I got to his place-- he greeted me at the door naked and already erect and slicked up with lube-- I kissed him and looked in his very symmetrical, tanned face, with its dark eyebrows, black stubble, full lips, and glittering eyes, and sighed, "why don't you have more time??" He smiled and led me upstairs. His back was exactly as hairy as his front, but much more closely trimmed. His ass was very cute. His dick was very small and thin but hard as a rock and it only made mine look bigger and meatier in comparison once his expert sucking got me engorged with blood and ready to spurt. I did manage to wrestle him onto his back on the bed and grind my pelvis into his, sucking furiously on his lips and then hosting his face and staring hungrily into his eyes. "Feel good?" He asked, knowing full well the answer. My face melted into a pleasure-drugged smile and I said "Can I eat your ass?" He shook his head. "This has to be fast," he had to be at work in a half an hour. "We'll get between my legs and make me cum then," I said, resigned to the disappointment of watching this beauty make me shoot my semen into him in the next two minutes. He did as told, and despite feeling rushed I was climaxing almost right away cuz he was so fucking beautiful. I trust he had a great night at work, fortified in his belly with my manly emission. But now all I can think about is long, slow, velvety, slick, sweaty, entangled fucking that leaves a little body soaked with all the sexual fluid my nuts can produce. Who will it be? More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... I plan on going to the Brig Saturday night. Vote on the right for what I will be (top or bottom) and "how many" it will take before I can cum… Whatever the numbers say is what I am doing… It is up to you! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here The risk of getting caught - in the act, or in a sting - at a park has increased exponentially in the last decade or two. Yet here I was, not only cruising a park, but getting into a guy's utility vehicle at a lesser traveled part of the park, that had full view of anyone approaching. Still......it seemed risky. Yet here I was. In a passenger seat of a stranger. Do you know how when you look at some guys, you just know their the sub? It's the way they carry themselves, react or a facial look that just lets you know they want to be controlled. Of course, I like to think I'm above that. And often guys mistake me for (or hope that I am) a top. If you read this blog for content, clearly I'm not. This guy, while claiming versatility, was a sub. A bottom. Whatever you wanna call it. Now, before ever getting into his truck, I told him what I was looking for. But like many other manipulative bottoms, I think he was hoping IF he got me there, I'd change my mind. Clearly, he's never met me. But I can be a manipulative bottom too, when need be. And sitting in that car, I needed to be, if I was going to get anything out of this encounter. The guy (I'm sure he told me his name, which I immediately forgot), made some comment after asking if he was a cop. He asked if I was, and then made a mention that he liked the aggressiveness of a cop - and the uniform. I don't have one, but I can cop (ha!) and attitude. So I just became an assertive "top" who was going to suck his cock. So I sat there and told him of what I'd like to do to him - if I were in a full cop's uniform...or leather. How I'd fuck him. How I'd let others watch. He was stroking himself - oh, so hard in his fist. Of course I'd never do those things to him, but he doesn't need to know that. It was all talk. But it got him going - and that's when you let the assertive personality get you what you want. That's when I told him what I was going to do to him right then - which was to suck his cock. It's not my usual asking / begging scenario. It was a demand. A command, if you will. He made a vain attempt to say that he wanted to suck me afterwards. I had no intention of letting that happen, but I played along and said, "only after I'm through with you". ...and then I went down on him. And I sucked him like an expert. He had a nice 7" dick, not thin, but not thick. He was so worked up from the public display and the dirty talk I provided, that he lasted maybe five minutes. But it was a nice sized load and tasted good. So there's that. Naturally, I got every drop - as I always try to do. But now it was time for me to potentially get sucked. I was thinking of my way out when he provided it: "that was great, but I don't swallow or let a guy cum in my mouth". BINGO. "Sorry boy - that's all I want. I don't want to cum on me or in your car. It's your mouth and you swallow or nothing at all.". It was nothing at all. I exited, got in my car and drove away. More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... In Brooklyn, where "bums" is not a 4-letter word and Jackie Robinson struck down the color barrier in Major League Baseball, another athlete has struck down another barrier. Jason Collins, who came out openly as gay last year after being cut from his last NBA team, was signed to a temp contract by the Nets and played his first game Sunday, helping to win not just the game but also helping to further the cause of gay athletes in all sports, all levels, for all time. With Michael Sam ready to break open the gay drought in pro football, Jason Collins' 10 minutes of playing time on Sunday should effectively end all such taboos in all sports from this point forward. The fact that both Jason and Michael are black men makes this moment even more significant, especially for someone who has made no secret of a long fascination (fixation more like it, right?) with strong, dominant black tops. But all that petty puppy love aside, this is really a great time to be a sports fan. I recently saw the movie "42" about Jackie Robinson's efforts to break the color barrier in baseball, and I was really moved by an early scene where a young black kid was so enamored of Jackie when he was playing in a minor league in Florida that he camped out at the train station the day Jackie was to join his new team up north, just to catch a glimpse of him. Before boarding the train, Jackie turned around, handed this kid a baseball, and as the train rolled away, this exuberant little black kid ran alongside as fast as he could, not wanting to let Jackie or his train out of sight. You could see the inspiration bursting from this boy's face. And you were dying to know who this kid was. As the movie ended and the credits rolled, there was the picture of this little kid again, along with a little blurb telling you who he grew up to be. He was Ed Charles, one of the Amazing Mets of 1969 who won the World Series that year. I can only hope boys and girls who watch Jason Collins today are inspired to be true to themselves as they grow up, unafraid to let people know who they are, even if they're gay. Thank you, Jason. --will More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... This past Saturday I got to have both. First off, I had texted a hot daddy of mine earlier in the week where I begged him for a fuck. He was free Saturday afternoon, so we made a plan. And just like usual, it was awesome. He’s totally masculine, handsome, rugged, and has a 7.5” piece of meat on him. And he kisses like a champ and sucks cock and works my nips and…. Mmmm. Yeah. Before I got there, I told him I really REALLY needed a good, long, slow fuck. The kind that would make me forget my name. He said, “Don’t worry. I’m gonna make love to that ass of yours— but in a dirty, sleazy way.” He fucked the snot out of me, and then fucked his cocksnot INTO me. I was so turned on by the whole scene that I was rock hard when he finished painting my guts. Then we made out a whole more and he begged for ME to breed HIM now! I was boned up and ready, so I got my daddy on the edge of the bed and threw him a good fuck. I thought I’d cum immediately, but I managed to drill him good for awhile. He was begging for my DNA… So I bred him. I’d forgotten how good it feels to cum in an ass! The way the hot wetness envelops you as you feel your dick throb out a wad. I may have to start topping more! But now he was fully hard again and in a take charge mood. He told me in no uncertain terms that I was getting a second load. And then he lubed up with spit and proceeded to pound me. I begged him to go easy— I had just cum and my asshole was still clenched. He stopped and said, “I gave you ‘nice’ the first time. Now we’re gonna FUCK.” Eventually it started feeling good. Then great. My hole was leaking his first load all over his sheets but we didn’t care. I got very loud at the end and was basically shouting for him to fuck my hole and to knock me up. He did and it was amazing. I think our whole session lasted 2.5 hours. 2.5 hours of really good sex. * * * On my way home from his place, I got a booty text from this guy I’ve been trying to hook up with for over a year. He “finally” had some time and wanted to swing by later that night. Bonus sex!!! Hell yeah!!! Well, he finally shows up around 10:30 pm and I show him in. We make out some, but it’s like he’s on bath salts and he’s trying to eat my face. Then we go to the bedroom where he lays on my bed fully clothed. I have to work to get all his clothes off and he does almost nothing to help. Then he just lays there. So I start to work him over. More sting my face until I can get myself pulled away. I work his nips which he likes. Then I get to his dick, which is nice and uncut. I love sucking and playing with foreskin, but was instructed not to chew or nibble on it whatsoever. Then he grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth. Hard. But not in and out— no. He just grabbed and yanked my head into his groin so I would gag on his dick. Which I did. Almost to the point of vomiting. Then it was evidently time to fuck. He rolled me over, spit on my hole and just shoved in. No finesse. No work up. Thank god I had prelubed, or it would have been nearly a dry fuck. He pushed me around so he could get one knee up so that he was sorta fucking my hole on an angle. I’m glad I had poppers. After maybe 5 minutes of this he grunts loudly and I can feel his cock throbbing in me. And I’m glad it’s over. "There. You just got my 5 day load," he says as he rolls into his back to loll on my bed. The entire time he never touched me or my dick. Or sucked me. Or worked my nips. Basically nothing. Now sometimes I don’t mind just being used as a cum dump. But usually that’s reserved for a walk-in scene where I’m lubed and on all fours and it’s anonymous. But this guy I know and we’ve been talking about fucking for a year. Kind of a long buildup for bad sex. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I'm back down in my hometown for a while to celebrate my mother's 75th birthday (and for those longtime readers who know how things went down last year and are curious, she's doing great-- much better than I would have imagined then). My partner is with me, but he is much more gym-focused than I am, so I dropped him off at the fancy-pants gym down the road and found myself with an hour or two of free time on my hands. Considering that there is just about nothing worth doing here except sticking your dick in another dude and letting your ejaculate fly into him, I signed on to apps and sites and looked around. I got hit up in short order by the same cast of knuckleheads who hit me up every time I'm here and tease my prick, often even giving me their phone numbers, but never come through on meeting up. But then the Opie Taylor/Rick Astley/Junior Samples lookalike who got me off last year when I was in great need sent me a little hello. He was a mile away and when I suggested he suck my dick, he said, "Come over." So I did. I hope I'm not turning into the quickie dude, but I sort of liked this. I drove to his place, took a quick leak, made out with him for a minute, pulled down my pants, sat on the couch, and he went to work. He sucked and sucked and sucked and I went from completely limp to swelling and thick to hard and edged to firing forceful jets of thick, salty juice down his throat in probably fifteen minutes. He's a little paunchy, smooth, and boyish in the face for me, but he has huge thick firm biceps and shoulders, which gave me something awesome to manhandle while he focused all his energy on my bone, and once he started he never let up, never took me out of his mouth, and when he felt me start firing he greedily gobbled me but kept up that mind-bending stimulation of my dickhead's hot spot with his tongue, sending me completely over the edge. Given my usual proclivity for long, drawn-out, diffuse pleasuring, this felt like some kind of electroshock therapy. My mind was very clear afterward and I felt full of energy. I really feel for straight dudes in a way. Only a gay guy like me can just snap his fingers and have someone completely devote himself to getting you off right when you want it and need it, just how you like it. We chit-chatted a bit afterward as I got dressed; he'd said he had thought about looking for a top with my cum in his belly, but decided to just take a nap instead. Curled up under the covers with all my warm sexual fluid inside him! Awesome! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... This happened a few years back, but it still ranks as the most loads/cocks I’ve ever taken in one evening. I had a buddy at the time who had a big ol dick and he loved to cum and piss up my ass. During one of our sessions he mentioned that he was going to a sex party the following weekend. A leather party. I said it wounded like fun and I’d like to maybe go sometime. He said he’d talk to the host and see about an invite. A couple days later I get an email invite and I have to send a few pics so they can check me out. I do, and I’m approved— but it’s an anything goes leather party. I have to wear leather of some sort. My buddy loans me a harness to wear (I have a jock and boots) and we drive to the party together (it’s 1.5 hours away). When we get there we split up and I go exploring. The house where the party is huge with well over 100 leather clad men and there is sex happening everywhere. There is a garage with 4 slings and gloryhole booths. There is a sling outside in the screened in porch. There are fuck beds upstairs and piss play in the bathrooms, and closets for doing dark deeds, etc. And there is a basement that is roped off but has a red light on. I asked about the basement- and was told that’s the host’s special dungeon which may or may not get used this party. I drink some beer and suck a few cocks and end up taking a quick load up my ass in a glory hole booth from a hot “partnered” guy. He says he should’ve used a condom and not to tel his partner. No problem. I mean, I know condoms are a good idea, but I had just started to realize that I was kind of a cum pig bottom. And I wanted to collect at least a couple loads at this party. Then as I’m wandering I run into this furry daddy in a harness, chaps, and cap. We start making out and I start sucking his thick pipe. 7.5”. Thick. Straight. Uncut. Beautiful. He wants to fuck me and I tell him I’m a bit shy and can we go someplace darker? We sneak off to this walk in closet and soon I’m on all 4’s and he’s squirting lube up my ass. I hit the poppers and he starts laying that pipe. I’m dizzy and in heaven and loving being stretched by his raw, uncut meat. We’re fucking for awhile and I’m begging for him to breed me like the fun pig bottom slut I am… when I start to get really tired. Bizarrely tired. I’m wondering if I’ve hit the poppers too hard or had too much beer? I had been drinking steadily since I got there as I was a bit nervous in such a large orgy setting. And I was snorting the hell out of the Jungle Juice. I remember getting to the point where I couldn’t support myself with my arms anymore and I made the guy stop fucking me. He pulls out and I remember sitting down and leaning up against the wall. He asks if I’m feeling ok, and I said I just need to close my eyes for a bit….. The next thing I dimly remember is being in a sling and my body feeling sooooo heavy. Like I can’t move my arms or legs. Everything is fuzzy and muffled- like I’m under water. Only red, not blue. And there’s a cock moving in and out of my mouth as a guy holds my head. And there’s a cock moving in and out of my ass, too. I manage to pull my head around and I look up at the guy fucking me. It’s a 60+ year old, thin, bearded daddy with full leathers on. He’s grinning and slamming into my ass— and then he parks it inside me and somewhere in my mind I know he’s cumming in me. He is then replaced with a chubby, bald guy who slides in and starts sawing away at my hole. And old daddy comes up and shoves his spent cock in my mouth. I suck it as best I can— I remember tasting cum and the greasy sweet taste of lube. Then my buddy who brought me to the party is fucking me and I don’t remember him entering me or the chubby guy finishing. I just remember images of him holding the sling chains while he watched his dick fuck me. I remember him cumming in me because he has over 8” and it kinda hurt because he was slamming it to me and it was really punching my guts. Then with more clarity I remember the daddy that was fucking me in the closet stepping up and sliding into me. I remember him because his eyes never left mine. It was such a look of lust and sex and pleasure— I’ll always remember at least that. When he finished, my buddy (who’d been watching me get nailed) helped me out of the sling. I remember being very lethargic and it being a bit of a struggle to get upstairs. He dumped me off at a couch and that’s where I woke up. After my couch nap, I got up and went looking for my bud. It was very late and the party was winding down. He was in the kitchen and when he saw me he chuckled and said, “How ya feelin’ champ?” I told him I was a bit groggy and not feeling great. Then I asked him what all happened to me. "Dude, you don’t remember?" He said. "Um, no. Actually I remember very little. And only bits and pieces." "Yeah, you did seem a bit out of it. So you don’t remember getting fucked by all those guys?" "I remember the sling, and I remember a couple guys doing me, including you, but that’s it." I told him. "Oh man. Dude, you got fucked by like 18 different guys. The host found tops and had them come down and take turns on your hole. You seriously don’t remember?" I started feeling really nauseous. “No. Do you think they all came in me?” I asked. My buddy just laughed and said that was kinda the whole point. We left soon after that and I rode home with a sore ass filled with 19 or so cumloads. At least I left a cum and lube stain on my buddy’s cloth seats as a sort of thank you. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I thought I might hook up with the horse-hung sensual kid from a few weeks back; he texts me from time to time saying things like "i want ur cum so bad babe" and "i need u inside me" and had told me he would be off work early today. But when I asked him to come by when he was done, I got no reply. Hrmph! I had kind of been banking on him running over when I snapped my fingers. I thought, eh, maybe it's just as well, I've been having a lot of sex lately, maybe a quiet evening is best (my partner is working late tonight.) And just when I think that, Ultra Meat msged me on Scruff, saying "Fuck me". I'm trying out a more yes-oriented approach to sex lately, not searching for the best guy I can get or insisting on someone new. A guy like Ultra Meat says "Fuck me", the only answer is "yes". So I said "yes." And I think he was bluffing a bit again. A few days ago he said he wanted me to fuck him raw and then chickened out at the last minute, ignoring my texts for a while. Today he said he would clean up for me but then about ten minutes later asked, "Can I just suck you today?" I msged back "You goddamn tease!" and he said, "It will just take so long to clean up and I want you now." So again I decided, what the hell. He's beautiful and he gives good head and he keeps coming back. So I gave him another "yes", but said, "Can I at least eat your ass out? Maybe take a rinse or something?" And he said OK, and about twenty minutes later he was here. I opened the door, and he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "You motherfucker," I said, and he strode past me laughing, and grabbed my dick through my shorts as he went by. "I can't stay long," he said, "I teach class at 7:30." I looked at my watch and said "Maaaaaaan," and he said, "I know, I didn't want to tell you." Fucker! That left us with maybe half an hour tops, given where he works. I said, "Well, let's get to the bedroom," and we did. And guess what happened? Well first, I thought nothing would happen. We got to the bedroom right when my phone lit up with a text from my partner, saying his last appointment had been cancelled and he wouldn't be so late. "Is he coming home?" asked Ultra Meat with panic in his voice. I smiled, began typing into the phone, and said, "I don't know. But start sucking my dick while I do this." He scrambled down to the floor and slurped my dick into his mouth and gave me that silky, slippery tongue that I love so much. I tried to focus on the texting but the urgency and lack of time and my sudden extreme horniness got my breath heaving, and while I texted and read I kept gasping "oh fuck baby keep suckin my dick you always make my dick feel so good don't stop baby let's get on the bed." And I ripped off all my clothes, still holding the phone, and he did the same except for his tall black socks, and I lay back on the bed with the phone still in my hand. "I know this isn't the most romantic thing," I said, "but I gotta do this." His white smile flashed in his black face in the dark room. "I don't care I just want your dick," he said, and his huge muscular form lumbered over to the bed and he sucked my dick beautifully some more. It turned out my partner would be busy for another hour and a half or so, so I could relax. I tossed the phone on the bedside table and focused on Ultra Meat, who was now beaded with sweat and gobbling up my genitals like a turkey dinner. "Oh baby you make me feel so good," I said, "baby PLEASE let me fuck you again, I want to be inside you so bad, I want to make you feel good with my dick," and he said "baby baby I can't stop thinking about your dick I love your dick so much." I pulled him up to my face and we kissed and said baby baby baby ooh ooh ooh into each other's ears, and I told him to stay in position, on all fours. I slid off the bed and up behind him and inspected those massive, muscular glutes. Fantastic. He was jerking his dick fast. I just slowly brushed my face against them first, slowly probed his crack with my nose, and then licked the hairless spot behind his balls with the end of my tongue, and he convulsed. I felt his shapes and smelled his clean fresh scent-- he had just showered-- and only slowly put my face in and licked and ate. And every time I licked behind his balls, his whole body shook. "Baby baby baby" and horny nonstop gibberish flowed from his mouth and mine. We are ridiculously hot for each other. I don't know how this can be. But there it is. And he said "God you make my ass feel so good, I want you inside so bad," and I went around and put my dick in his mouth and he suckled helplessly, full of desire, and we kissed some more, and he said, "Put it inside me, just put it inside me." So I went back behind him, and slicked up, and pushed in. He was tight, and wanted lube. I said, "Let me eat it some more, before we go into gooey lube-land." I really said this, and he turned his head and was like, what? But I put my face in his ass and his head sank back down to the bed and he moaned while I worshiped his meaty hindquarters. And pulled his fat hard dick down and sucked the head, and he said "Fuuuuuuuck ah man fuuuuuuck so good you're suckin my dick and eating my ass, fuuuuuck" and I pulled it out of my mouth and said, "I want it all, man, give everything to me, let me have it all," and I sucked his head and sucked his balls and licked his taint and plunged my tongue into his asshole, which was open from my bone, and he moaned and moaned. And finally I lubed up my dick and stuck it in, then climbed up on his thick hams to penetrate with a better angle. "Oh fuck man mount me, mount me man, mount me and fuck me," he cried, and I put one hand on his back and one on his head and rode the hell out of him. But I wanted to see his face, I wanted to be closer. I pulled out, and commanded, "Get on your back." He did, and showed me the whole shape of that amazing body. I rested mine on his for a while, and said, "Wrap yourself around me, I want to feel you close," and he did, enveloping me in warm firm muscle, and he said, "I want you close to me too. You feel so good." I just felt our bodies lining up for a while, and my dick grew harder and harder, and I knew I had to be in him again. I pushed his legs back and went back in. And we fucked each other's brains out, hard and fast, all the while with him saying "I wanted this for so long, I wanted to feel your dick in me, I wanted to give myself to you, but PLEASE DON'T CUM INSIDE ME." I promised I wouldn't and pounded away at his body, knowing he could take it, wanting to feel intensely his bigness. And I kept fucking till I knew I would cum, and then pulled out and splattered all over him. He instantly came too, and we both laughed, hard. "See! Quickies aren't so bad!" he said triumphantly. "It was *terrible*," I said, only half joking. I can't believe I wasted Ultra Meat offering himself to me raw on a 20 minute assignation; I imagined screwing him long and deep for a hot, mindless hour. He strutted around on those huge thighs with that thick ass poking out, covered in our cum, and said, "Can I take a quick shower?" I said sure and got him a fresh towel. He rinsed quickly, and I handed it to him, looking him in the face and grinning as I said, "I'm sorry I make you do bad things." He grinned back at me. "It was good." And we talked for a while altogether too enthusiastically about the gym he works at and the gym I go to and other gyms I have heard about that are very expensive and gyms he knows that are $25,000 A YEAR!! We kissed one last time and off he went. I admit I feel very invigorated, like I just got off a roller coaster. So he got me on the quickie thing; sometimes you just gotta say yes. More...