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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here 'Spunk' O'Hara (I prefer 'Punk,' as he stood at about 5-4, feisty little devil) wrote his own obit, and I quote from it, 'Writer/publisher/performer Scott 'Spunk' O'Hara wishes to announce that he croaked at 10:40 p.m. on Wednesday, February 18. All of his friends and fans are sorely missed. In lieu of flowers, he requests that you make a donation to your favorite sperm bank.' That's what the Bay Area Reporter (BAR) and other gay media printed. For once, Scott was too modest here: he was also a great social commentator and philosopher. For some samples of his own wicked take on life, look into 'Rarely Pure and Never Simple' (1999) published by the Harrington Park Press, a collection of his essays, some of them culled from STEAM, Scott's 'zine of the '90's. When I need inspiration, I read selected passages from Scott's 'Autopornography: A Memoir of Life in the Lust Lane' (1997)...who can deny the eroticism of 'God it felt good to shoot inside an ass again...and then reach inside and feel my cum squishing around in an asshole made fiery hot by the friction of my dick,' that's on page 141, and it was totally politically incorrect back in '97, when barebacking was considered dangerous, one of the most irresponsible things you could do...we were still a couple of years away from 'Depth Charge,' 'Breed Me,' and 'Bareback Buddies.' Uhm...wow. Only chemo could slow Scott down, and it finally did him in...renal failure during chemotherapy for lymphoma. He had just attended a rehearsal of his new play, 'Ex-Lovers.' He was at it to the very end. He had a contrarian streak in him as wide as Van Ness Avenue, and I attribute that to his rather hippie Christian contrarian upbringing in Oregon. He had his own ideas about sex; and he talked and wrote about it at great length...some of his vocal comments were loud and boisterous, all of the writing was hearthfelt, sometimes idiosyncratic, and always personal. I love the chronology included in 'Autopornography,' which documented his jobs, travels, performances, and red letter dates, such as 'August 11, 1985: won Greasy Jockstrap Contest at Powerhouse, San Francisco, met Al Parker,' followed by 'September 2, 1985: fucked by Al Parker.' Isn't that great? Scott O'Hara was one of a kind; and getting fucked by Scott O'Hara was something to remember. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I really hate it when a top is less than “advertised”. And I really REALLY hate it when I get duped into being the top! So- yesterday this guy finds me online and we set up a meeting for after work. He actually belongs to my gym, so we’re gonna meet there then head to my place to fuck. His profile says 43, 5’11”, 190#, 7 cut thick, HUGE loads. He really bragged about his semen quotient, so I was like “fuck yeah, bring it on!” Well, I shoulda known when we met at the gym that things weren’t going to go well. His more accurate stats would’ve been: 50, 5’9”, 230#, 5.5 cut. But, I was thinking with my little head, and he was cute. And I like more bearish guys as tops. And I thought “maybe he’s a grower”— so we went back to mine. He wasn’t a grower. We made out and sucked, and he did eat ass like a champ. And he did fuck me for awhile. But he couldn’t stay hard. And he wouldn’t cum. He blamed the poppers. Whatever. He sucked me hard, then straddled me and squatted right down on my cock. His ass just gobbled it up. I asked him, “You want me to fuck you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” “I won’t last long— you’ll get my nut quick.” “that’s cool”. So I made him get off, I got him doggystyle, spit on his hole, and shoved in roughly. Or tried to shove in roughly. His ass was so loose it was like fucking the Lincoln Tunnel. After a couple minutes I creamed his guts with a whopper load. Evidently he got what he came for, because he was soon out the door. But not before creeping me out with talk about really feeling an emotional connection with me and wanting to sleep with me, and “make love” again sometime. All I really wanted was a big cumload in my ass- is that so hard?? More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Over the past couple of weeks, the Bareback Brotherhood #BBBH has exploded! This is a grassroots effort of men connecting to other men with the shared interest of skin-to-skin intimacy without a plastic barrier between them. Today — and every Friday — is the day to Recruit a Brother on Twitter. Get a friend to add #BBBH to his Twitter bio line and let me know @iblastinside. Details on the Bareback Brotherhood is available at http://bbbh.me./about/. Which reminds me that the Bareback Brotherhood is trying out a new online space a little more robust than the last at http://bbbh.me. It’s open to everyone, whether you’re on Twitter or not. Join us! More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Just came back from Hollywood Spa, took a while back I ended up banging this latin boy with a bubble butt, and I nailed his ass hard, his hole was nice and wet, having been fucked before I got to him. He kept calling me papi, as I fucked his hole, I slowed down for a bit, savoring the wetness of his latin bubble butt, then I banged him hard once again, his head was in his pillow, I decided to pull out and give him a break. I walked around and his friend wanted some, little pocket gay, he almost came to regret allowing me in his room, I went feral on his ass, pinning him down machofucker style and fucking him as hard as I could, he tried to push me away but I held his hands down and continued, I was rather relentless, he kept saying I was big, that mu huge dick was splitting him open, but he begged me to continue pounding his butt. I fucked him until he was almost in tears, then i pulled out and left, then I came across a muscled bubble butt black boy. Though I was looking for the first Latin, when I saw this sexy boy, his epic body and his killer ass, I knew this was the boy who was going to take my load. His towel was down just a bit, I saw that he was wearing a dark blue jock strap, one that I have actually. And His round ass was framed perfectly in it. This boy knew how to take a fuck, I thrusted him and he wanted more, I pinned him down and he said its what he needed, his hole was wet and gave no resistance, his ass was bouncy and huge. His moans were primal and deep... this was the perfect fuck. On top of him, him laying on his stomach, I began to fuck in a way that I knew would trigger my orgasm, he begged for my dick in his hole, and asked him what else he wanted. He begged for me to nut in his ass to fill him with jizz, told me not to pull out until I shot deep into his guts. Encouragement is all a man ever needs. I knocked up his jockstrapped chocolate ass, damn that was hot, is all he said. My white cum looked so fucking hot dripping out of his dark chocolate ass. More...

Click here to see CFL Barebacker's original blog post... There was much anticipation and what I perceived could be “too much hype” leading up to the February RawManOrgy party posted on Men4BareBack. With over 50 guys signed up the potential was there. Would the majority show, however, *or would it be just a glimmer of what it could be? To my delight, I was not disappointed. Guys began arriving between 6 and 7 PM, and in accordance with the house rules, all had to be naked (with the exception of a towel or fetish gear for play) by 7:15. I was on door duty tonight, so as I took newcomers on the ‘nickle tour’ of the place, it was already evident the play would be plentiful. Over half the rooms had naked men going at it and there were still more guys arriving! I could hardly wait until time to close the doors at the cut-off, so I could join in. There was one guy in particular I was a bit nervous to meet. He was one of the last to arrive. I opened the door and WholesomePig stood there, grinning a*mischievous*grin. A couple of nights earlier, my partner had met up with him, and I got to read and hear about how amazing the encounter was. @WholesomePig and I had developed a twitter dialog over the previous month. There had been lots of anticipation of the pending meet/breed-up, and that had intensified after the rave reviews my partner and he gave each other. It seemed like it would be a tough one to follow-especially knowing first hand what a great fuck my partner is. WholesomePig had promised his first load of the night would be mine. I was certainly not going to complain about that, considering he was a fresh face and cock at the monthly party, and he would be in high demand by many eager bottoms and versatile guys. I took him on the tour then returned to watch the door for the next several minutes. Time To Play Finally, door duty was over and time to play. My friend from D.C. flew down for the party, and for over a decade we had wanted to play, but the opportunity was never taken. Now, we had another chance. I headed toward one of the rooms where I knew guys were already busy. WholesomePig met up with me on the way and we entered the play space together. My friend “D” joined us and we began our own three-way near the corner of the king size bed. There was sucking, kissing, lubing holes with spit and pre-cum. The order of things may be confused at this point, but I remember being leaned over sucking “D’s” big cock, when I felt my ass stretching open as WholesomePig pressed his way in. Slowly at first, letting me get used to it, he began pumping his shaft in and out. Before I knew it, he was slamming his rock hard rod, balls deep, into my willing, hungry hole. With my D.C. bud’s cock in my mouth and this hot stud’s meat up my ass, this spit roasted pig was in heaven! After a long session in this position, we rearranged. I sucked my ass juice and the pre-cum off WholesomePig’s cock. He then turned his cock’s attention toward “D”. My D.C. bud was now the pig on the spit as I fucked his throat while he was impaling himself on WP’s cock. The fuck frenzy we were in was amazing, and the anxious nerves I had experienced earlier in the build up to this were now gone. As the scene was playing out, I reached out and locked hands with WP across “D’s” back. Our eyes locked as well, and the bond was cauterized by the electricity we both felt. The Scene Continues A place cleared on the bed, so we moved to take it. With several other guys around the room playing, the humid air was filled with musky man scent. I love those clean musky man scents-the most natural*cologne, called man, filling the air. I spent some time*inhaling and sucking the pits of my two playmen, lapping up every sweaty musky drop I could. The pit smells would linger on my mustache the rest of the evening as a constant aphrodisiac and reminder of the party kick off for me. On my back, I sucked on WP’s cock, while D entered me from above. D thrust his cock all the way in, over and over. His eyes were beginning to glaze over and I knew he was close to unloading in my ass. “Breed me” I grunted…”Seed my hole with your hot load”. Within seconds, he was spurting his jizz up my chute. Breeding me for the first time this party. Then WP mounted up. We fucked and fucked. First on my back, then dogie style, and finally, I climbed on top and rode like a rodeo cowboy! We were soaked with sweat, and agreed it was time to catch a break. WP promised he we would meet back up and he would be seeding me with his first load of the night. After catching a breather, I roamed from room to room, joining in the action as appropriate. I continued fucking and sucking my way around the house. While getting blown in the sling room by one of my favorite cock suckers, a solid stocky guy with a handsome face and a nice thick cock slipped up behind me. I reached behind and guided his fat cock to my cum lubed hole. He fucked me awhile and then moved on as did I. The nice thing at these parties, is there is such a freedom to play or not play as much or little as one wants. No pressure, and no obligation. With so many different men in attendance, there is something for everyone. *I am not attracted to everyone at the parties, but, neither are they to me. However, the camaraderie within the group is apparent by the mutual respect and social times in the appropriate areas of the play space. He Kept His Promise After dipping my cock in a variety of asses, some smooth, some hairy, as well as sucking and getting sucked by just as many more, I ventured into one of the back bedrooms being used for play. There, on the opposite side of the room, was WholesomePig, fucking one of my boyfriends. It was so hot to watch. Barkley has such an amazing ass, and he fucks back when getting fucked. He was just about to make WP shoot, when WP pulled out and told him the first load is spoken for. I grinned in approval and made my way around the bed. He asked if I was ready for his load, and I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes”! He mounted up and began to pump my ass with his cock, slapping his balls against me as he thrust away. It didn’t take long before the look in his eyes intensified and I knew my reward was about to be delivered. With bodies tensing, animal groans and grunts now sounding out, I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, pulling him in to me harder and harder. Flipping over, I was now on top riding his cock. I clamped down hard with my sphincter, milking his cock hard as the first shots of Pig seed filled my guts….then came the laughter! I collapsed on his chest and we lay there exhausted, sweaty, and laughing in release….our bond was sealed. The Party’s Not Over After hydrating a bit and taking in some carbs from the snack table, I rinsed off in the shower, freshened my mouth with a shot of mouthwash, and headed back to the play areas. I entered the sling room to find a really hot scene going on. There was a hairy power bottom in the sling getting tag teamed by four guys. They were alternating between fucking and fisting him. It was hot to watch, as proven by my raging hard-on! A hot stud from St*Petersburg happened to notice me as he entered the room and motioned me to the other room. I followed. He was a stud I played with many months ago. At that particular encounter, I fucked him. He also remembered that and informed me it was his turn to have my ass. When a handsome, hairy, blue collar looking, rough trade*stud says he wants my ass, you don’t need to ask twice! My third load came from this 7 1/2" Cock! This Stud loaded me! Hot in and out of clothes! He mounted up, and slid his hard cock in my ass and *demonstrated that he could give as good as he could get. I loved fucking his ass, but I his aggressive style of fucking was driving me wild! He trapped my arms above my head, licking my pits as he pounded my ass! Suddenly, he raised up, arched his back and gave three hard thrust, unloading ropes of cum in my ass with each thrust. With my arms still trapped above my head, I could not stop the jizz shooting from my own cock! When he released me, I scooped up my load from my belly and fed it to him. This rough trade pig slurped up every drop. Still Horned Up! I now had three loads in my ass, and had shot and fed one of my own, but I was still rock hard and feeling like I needed to shoot again! I went back to the sling room, and with my boner of an entrance, the top fucking the boy in the sling announced that it looks like I needed a place to stick it. He pulled out and I slid in and pounded the boys ass. It wasn’t long before I was ready to blow. The top who gave up his spot to me said “Load him. He’s worked hard for some cum and deserves it.” So unload, I did. My second load was even more intense than the first. Spurt after spurt shot forth and as I pulled out, the pig top standing by began sucking up the white ooze dripping out the bottom’s rosebud. I rinsed off again in the walk-in shower and took a rest in the social area with some snacks and a nice cold drink. After a reasonable break, I wandered around some more, dipping my cock in mouths and asses as the opportunity arose. I swallowed a few and felched a load here and there, but whose counting by now? After about five hours the party began to wind down and guests began dribbling out. Eventually, the guests had all gone…but one. I found myself lying in the main bed next to WholesomePig. I was soon joined by UntitledBB and Barkley. We were all in the king size bed fondling and*reminiscing about each other’s highlights of the party. We did not realize one of the main highlights was yet to happen. As the stories were shared, we were obviously not quite spent. Somehow, through a series of fortunate events that he may share, WP found himself vulnerable, legs in the air, and his ass well eaten. Next thing I knew, UntitledBB was perched between his legs, breaking the seal on WholesomePig’s sweet hole! UntitledBB Fucks WholesomePig! UntitledBB started slow, then eventually built up speed. He was soon pounding away, just short of blowing his wad. Luckily for me, he pulled out for a break, and I leveraged the opportunity. Eating a sweet hole is one of my favorite things to do, but after giving it a good tongue bath and tongue fucking, my rock hard cock needs to dive in. So, I lapped up all of the ass juice mixed with unttiledBB’s precum. *Barkley was standing by with his*humongous cock dripping with pre-cum.**I caught a string of B’s juice, lathered my cock and took advantage of my position between WP’s legs. His hole was sprung shut tightly, even after the thick, veined cock of my partner had finished his assault. Not to be denied, I continued to press, and eventually opened up the puckered hole. Sliding in slowly, the pressure of his ass wall closing in around my cock was going to make me cum fast. Even after loading two other asses and feeding a load to another pig, I was feeling like this one would be just as significant. With our eyes locked, I could not help but grin an evil grin, knowing I was about to load this hot top with my seed. “You’re going to seed me aren’t you?” he whispered in a raspy voice. With a grin and biting down on my bottom lip, I simply nodded. “You’re really going to breed me?” ….”What do you think?” I grunted…..Then the answer came…..Thrusting, grunting, thrusting, more growling,*guttural sounds as wave after wave of*ecstasy**flooded over us…eyes stilled locked, we kissed and I collapsed on him and slowly removed my softening, drained cock. We’re Still Not Finished! I’m not sure how clear WholesomePig’s head was at this point, but when Barkley asked him how he was doing, he looked at Barkley’s raging hard on and said something to the effect of *” Good, but don’t know if I can take one that big!” *But he didn’t say he wouldn’t try, so like me, Barkley took this as his cue to ease his way in. Assuming the position, there was some apprehension on WP’s part, but not enough to stop the intrusion…It took some work, but within a few minutes Barkley’s huge cock was balls deep inside our beloved top friend. Barkley Fucks WholesomePig Watching this got me hard again! But now I was wanting some cock in my ass. UntitledBB Fucks CflBarebacker UntitledBB was hard and ready to go again, so I got on all fours and he took the hint. He spit on his cock and punch fucked my hole with his thick, throbbing cock and within minutes I was blowing another load! *By the time he finished with me, Barkley was finishing with WP, but still rock hard. Barkley Ready to Fuck UntitledBB Barkley Breeds UntitledBB A Big Cock in a Sweet Ass-Barkley & UntitledBB UntitledBB then lay back and Barkley mounted him. They fucked in this position awhile, until Barkley blew his load. Barkley is often insatiable, and this time was no different. He wanted another load and UntitledBB was happy to oblige. The flip fuck was so hot to watch, but it wasn’t long before the snorting and*grunting*made it evident that another load was being shot. This time the load was from UntitledBB and the recipient was Barkley. Believe it or not, everyone was finally spent. The four of us collapsed on the bed and came back to earth. What a night of debauchery! A great way to spend a Saturday evening. Lots of combinations with many different partners for each of us throughout the evening. *But, this final scene between some of the Bareback Brotherhood members made this one of the most piggy, yet meaningful bonds of the night. I can only hope to have many more similar experiences with these and my other Brothers from the #BBBH. Whether or not this was an “official” #BBBH gathering, they were certainly well represented and should there be more ‘breed-ups’ like this within my reach, I would love to be included. Viva La #BBBH ! Blog this on Blogger Share this on del.icio.us Post this on Diigo Share this on FriendFeed Add this to Google Bookmarks Post this to MySpace Tweet This! Share this on Facebook Submit this to Hacker News Subscribe to the comments for this post? Stumble upon something good? 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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I was googling this blog and came across mostly posts that I have made or that fellow bloggers have made about me. However I came across a Facebook Page Against Bugchasing. Now, for one, I must commend them. It's good to see anti- barebackers doing something other than jacking off to bareback porn and bareback blogs. Afterwards they all get together while washing their hands of cum and talking about how evil barebackers are. I do not take objection with them doing this. Everyone has the right to join together with people of like minds. The Bareback Bloggers, the Twitter group the #BBBH, anti barebackers, feminist, masculinists, we all have the right to discuss our opinions and surround ourselves with those who agree with and support our way of thinking and living. Here's what I do take objection with, he took reference to this post. And goes off to say that I sound like a bug chaser. Just because I dont regret being poz, that doesnt make me a bugchaser. I simply do not regret the path my life has taken, and wanting to be neg and wishing I could erase the past only leads to frustration and depression, more than likely I will die with this virus in me, i might even die because of it. I accept that. And unlike many "You be DDF" bareback bottoms on craigslist, I understood that my actions had risks. I saw being HIV+ as a risk, not a goal. It was a risk that I did not allow to deter me in my quest for pleasure. Another reason that I couldn't be considered a chaser is this... I got HIV from topping. There is NO SUCH THING as a chaser who is topping, if you want HIV you are bottoming, you are upping the ante on your risks, and being a raw top is lower risk. But, they want to compound the barebacking stigma by marrying it to the bugchaser stigma. Am I complaining, no I dont give a shit about the stigmata people want to inflict, stigma needs consent to stick, remember that guys. Now, this group is built out of someone wanting to make a change and bring something that he deems a crisis to others, I cannot and will not fault him for that, but, he should get his facts straight, thats all. Then there is the comment on the top of the page: ANY1 WHO WOULD WANT TO CATCH HIV ON PURPOSE SHOULD BE SHOT DEAD! Really, seriously where is this gun toting, baseball bate weilding assassin that always gets invoked when barebacking is mentioned. Then again, it would make a good episode of Law and Order: SVU More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Today, I stumbled around the Twitterverse and ended up checking out entries from Chris Ashford’s @lawandsexuality, which mentioned barebacking, for which he apologized for writing about again. Apparently drag porn producer Chi Chi LaRue and Treasure Island Media are in some kind of public relations war that Chris’ blog is much better at explaining. You can visit his blog here: http://lawandsexuality.blogspot.com. Imagine, though, my surprise to see on February 7th that Chris wrote an entry titled: “Raw Pride and the Bareback Brotherhood,” which you can read in its*entirety before getting into my response. His blog explains that Chris is a “Reader in Law and Society in the Department of Law at the University of Sunderland in the UK” (for Americans and others unfamiliar with the United Kingdom’s academic system, here’s what a “reader” is). As any academic, Chris makes a great many assumptions about the Bareback Brotherhood and relates our group to some really interesting things including the revolution in Egypt (as all the Founders are either from the United States or United Kingdom, I’m having trouble figuring that out) and we’re also equated to Muslims. Rather than just address Chris on his blog, I thought I’d also engage him here so everyone in academia and law might understand that these were more*synaptic*leaps in Chris Ashford’s own brain rather than an actual discussion with me or any other Founders of the Bareback Brotherhood. You will forgive me, but I must repeat the entire entry because it is relevant. The opening sentences seems benign enough: I’m struck by the rapidly developing nature of the online space for barebacking men. There are well known commercial websites that have been discussed by academics and journalists alike, and they do seem to be undergoing steady growth. But by the third sentence, we’ve made a radical turn, as you’ll read: One bugchasing discussion board site is in decline owing to the sites owner not apparently paying pays but that has spawned new sites and a collective discussion about ‘identity’ and perhaps most fascinating of all, the notion of saving an online community. As one site dies, people have come to realise the value of these sites for expressing their desire and identity. Now I’m not certain how familiar Chris is with the right-wing, extremely biased Fox News or the left-leaning MSNBC News in the United Kingdom, but what he’s just done for his readers is establish this: FALSE POINT #1 Barebacking Equals Bugchasing Boy, where the hell do I start? How do I start explaining to someone that barebacking does not equal bugchasing. For those of you who might not know what bugchasing is, let me explain. Bugchasing is the act of someone who is usually HIV negative purposely seeking out people who are HIV positive with the intention of being repeatedly infected and seroconverted. Bugchasers are a segment of the barebacking community, but I would suggest a small portion. Let’s continue down the path of this entry rather than going off on a tangent of bugchasing. Set against this background, Twitter and Facebook are enabling the barebackers and bugchasers (there is overlap but it’s wrong to lump everyone together) to establish and consolidate a sense of community. Now notice that Chris says it’s “wrong” to lump everyone together but yet he does. *He’s set us “against this background” and “overlapped” us together. And now the Brotherhood is introduced. The latest of these, with a new Facebook page and also a Twitter hashtag – #BBBH – is calling itself ‘The Bareback Brotherhood’. The IBlastinside blog (NSFW) is written by one of the group’s founders and he reveals on his blog how the group came to form. He writes: ‘Over the last week or so, a group of Twitter users have really stepped it up a notch and connected online. This sudden enthusiasm for barebacking seems to have reached a tipping point where enough men have finally found each other’. The group has a Facebook profile and a discussion board. It’s all non-commercial and seems to have genuinely grown organically from a community of men who have found each other online. This emerging community is of course fascinating for socio-legal scholars, for as I have previously written, I believe that there is a coming culture crisis involving bareback sex. Chris introduces us as a group of barebackers and bugchasers. From this, he indicates there’s a “coming culture crisis.” Okay. Now I’m interested. The emergence of a radical identity is therefore really significant. Bareback ceases to be merely a form of casual sexual behaviour, but a conscious empowered and radical act and identity. The Facebook page has one posting with the slogan: ‘By barebackers, For barebackers – no judgement; fucking without fear – Raw Pride’. A new word is introduced here. One we haven’t noticed before. Do you see it. “Radical.” Interesting. Notice that he says that we have a “radical identity” rather than “casual sexual behaviour.” FALSE POINT #2 Barebacking Equals Radical I’ll get back to “radical” in a moment because Chris’ last paragraph is coming up. That’s where we take the next big leap. And it’s a huge one. The notion of ‘Raw Pride’ is fast gaining currency and the phrase ‘fucking without fear’, similarly gaining recognition. Bareback is a means of defining identity, it has a tangible community in cyberspace and is now honing a political and activist message. The Bareback Brotherhood (which amidst the crisis in Egypt has overtones of the Muslim Brotherhood – a group often labeled as ‘extreme’), may well fizzle out, but either way, it could be another important moment in the bareback phenomenon. Okay, how the fuck did we get equated to the Revolution in Egypt? Because we used the word “brotherhood”? FALSE POINT #3 Barebacking Equals Muslim Let me suggest to Chris that he might have been missing something but there’s been a barebacking community for a helluva long time. As a long-time barebacker, I’ve been involved in groups. Don’t get me wrong, I welcome the Bareback Brotherhood and the space we’ve created online. I am glad that this group grew from a grassroots discussion among some incredibly normal people, none of which want to strap a bomb to their chest and blow up a condom factory. I would also not want to step out and speak for any of my Brothers but I am offended by the words Chris Asford uses. Equating the Bareback Brotherhood as a group advocating, encouraging or even suggesting that bugchasing is our intention sets a premise that is wrong on so many levels. Then we get into the word “radical” — a word so politically charged, it cannot be uttered. Let me state this plainly, as Chris does. Barebacking is a “casual” sexual act that so many men does but will not admit. Barebacking developed a stigma somewhere along the way. We are left with men who fuck bareback in the dark and wake up the next morning in shame and*embarrassment*that they actually enjoyed themselves. Bareback sex isn’t a radical act. It’s the most natural act. I’d suggest the radical, unnatural act is to put a piece of plastic between you and the person with whom you’re being intimate. And finally to suggest that we even though about being Muslim, the Muslim Brotherhood just plain sickens me. I am the person who came up with the name the “Bareback Brotherhood” and the hashtag #BBBH. You want to know why, Chris? Alliteration. Hell, I even thought about #BIC (Brothers in Cum) but that hashtag was already in use by the Brethren in Christ. Bareback Brothers and #BBB or #BB wouldn’t work (Better Business Bureau and BlackBerry respectively). As an academic, Chris, I hope you’ll consider contacting me or any of my Brothers to ask us what we think rather than making these leaps. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... You are so much nicer than I'd thought you'd be. You aren't what I was expecting from your blog. How is such a sweet looking and adorable guy such a pig. Okay, I wasn't expecting a fuck like that. It seems that to many people, my blog writes as thought I am some 6'13'' black minotaur sex demon. And to many men, my often clean cut looks makes me out to be someone lacking sexual prowess. I have become aware of myself in a sexual context, and it was something I had to try to do, you see when I have sex... for lack of a better term... I kinda black out, I know I had sex and I know it felt great, but before this blog, I really couldn't tell you what I did or said, I guess when I let go, I really let go. I once stayed with this muscle couple in SF, one of the guys told his boyfriend that I am so adorable, I usually get that from the men that I really find attractive. (Hairy, muscled daddies) but then I get my dick in a hot ass and everything changes. I guess the point of this post is, not only can you not judge a book by its cover, but you cant judge one chapter on another, like everyone I have many facets to who I am. The sex minotaur is one. The nice boy is another. So if you see me on the street, at the gym, or online, say hi... I'm nicer than this blog makes me out to be. More...

Click here to see CFL Barebacker's original blog post... The weekend before the RawManOrgy hosted by members of Men4bareback, we were invited to a little get together with some guys we met on A4A. We did our preparation and headed to the party for an 8 PM start time. We arrived to a very nice suburban neighborhood and found the house. Much to our delight, the half dozen guys already there were very nice and attractive. It’s always a pleasant surprise to meet guys who actually look like their profiles! A couple of other guys would be arriving later, so we headed to the back of the house to the designated play area. The play room was a large master bedroom, open to a full bath area, with a sling hanging strategically between the two spaces. In short order, we were all naked and exploring one another’s bodies. My two partners were very quickly engaged with hot men so I turned my attention to this hairy stud and a smooth, somewhat shy guy, standing nearby. The Hairy Fucker I Swapped Fucks With After some mutual kissing and cock sucking, the hairy fucker guided me to the bed and asked if I liked getting fucked. I told him I could take as well as give, so he needed to remember turnabout was fair play. So he bent me over and began plowing my ass. As luck would have it, one of my boyfriends, Barkley, was on his back getting plowed on the bed. Since I was taking it dogie style, the positioning made it easy for me to suck Barkley’s 8 inch cock, while I was getting bred by another 8 inches. I sucked his super stiff cock, as well as licked and tasted the ass and cock juice mix from the cock sliding in and out of him. Just when I thought I was bottomed out and ready to top, the cock sliding out of my ass was replaced by and even longer one! This Stud is 6'7" and Cock IS in Proportion To his Tall Frame! After getting drilled deep by this second, and then a third,*unidentified*cock, I needed a break! I usually try to start out as a top at these group gatherings, and then switch later in the evening. However, these guys were very aggressive about fucking, so I just went with it. After all, they were the hosts I took a break, re-hydrated, and then rejoined the fun. By now, the hairy fucker who first fucked me was in the sling. My partner had just finished fucking him, and I love following behind my man. I assumed the position and lapped up my partner’s juices dripping from the hairy hole, then I slid my cock in and pounded away. Like I said earlier, turnabout is fair play! I fucked and fucked, but was nowhere close to shooting a load. My hairy bud was wearing out, so I let him up from the sling and we took another breather. By now, the other two guys that were arriving lat had made it. One was a tall, solid, semi-hairy stocky guy. The other was a totally smooth, Latino muscled stud I had played with a few years back. Although he is versatile, he was in bottom mode tonight. That met with my desires, and I assumed the position between his legs as he lay back in the sling. Again, I had to eat his ass, which, if it is a nice butt like his, makes me rock hard. After exploring his sweet hole with my tongue, I stood and aimed my pre-cum oozing cock toward the prize. I began slowly, at first, but the strokes intensified with my excitement looking down at this hunk of muscle offered up to me. He began begging for my load as I felt the lava rising in my loins. It was like a slow erupting volcano as the cum began to flow from my cock. Then, unexpectedly, an eruption shot forth and I could hear my grunts and shouts match the shots of cum blasting from my nuts and deep into my Latin studs guts. At least four more blasts shot forth before shuttering, then relaxing to a stop. Fucking the Latin Stud I looked down to see a puddle of juice on the belly of my bottom, just above his softening cock aimed at his belly. When my boyfriends and I returned home, we were horny again, so we had a three-way romp, switching positions, and swapping loads, before collapsing in a heap for the night. This indeed was a good warm up for the party to come the following weekend. Blog this on Blogger Share this on del.icio.us Post this on Diigo Share this on FriendFeed Add this to Google Bookmarks Post this to MySpace Tweet This! Share this on Facebook Submit this to Hacker News Subscribe to the comments for this post? Stumble upon something good? Share it on StumbleUpon Share this on Tumblr Get Shareaholic More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... So in Protest to Valentine's Day, I went to Melrose Spa... Usually Mondays are packed, Since rooms are half off. HINT HINT guys! Also, guys 18-25 get a free locker or a ten dollar room, could make for a hot monday bareback orgy sometime. Anyway, it wasn't packed and I spent lots of time doing nothing. I finally came accross this hot black boy in the gloryhole room sucking dick, I went in the booth with him and his bubble butt was all lubed up. "Hmmm, I know what you're here for." I took this boy to my room. "I want to eat and fuck that bubble butt of yours." "Oh please, thats what I need, I need it bad, sir." Hmmm, Sir huh? This is gonna be fun. His hole tasted fucking amazing. As I nailed this sexy 24 year old, he told me how badly he wanted my load in him. "Yeah, thats it little brother, big bro is gonna fill your bubble butt up with seed." He whimpered... "please bro... promise?" I grabbed his big ass, spanked him and pinned him down. His butt was so fucking bouncy and his hole was so hot and wet. We were making lots of noise, him begging for me to mark him, to make him mine. Me telling him that I was going to charge his ass with my poz seed. His hole quivered and he whimpered when I said that. He threw his ass back onto my dick he loosened the grip to give me full reign to pound him as I needed. I pulled out all the way and jammed it back in, then gripped onto him firmly and drove it home, filling his ass with seed. I stayed there and kissed him until my dick flopped out of his cum filled hole. I got his bbrt name and left Melrose Spa. More...

Click here to see Wholesome Pig's original blog post... Last month I went on a trip out west. It was a nice trip. I did have the opportunity of breeding a hot boy in a bathhouse on my first night in town, but the rest of the trip was pretty calm. I couldn't find any barebackers who were available, and I certainly couldn't find any guys who were into pig play. During the weekend, I met a HOT skinhead on BBRT. He didn't want to get bred, so we were talking about breeding his boyfriend together. I really wanted to meet with him, but it had been SO LONG since I hung out with real skinheads, I'm embarrassed to say, I was a bit intimidated. I almost felt like a poseur, 'cause I've suppressed my identity for so long. I finally worked through my shit, and since he wanted to meet up with me, I went over to a bar to meet him on Saturday night. I even put in my septum & ear piercings (I hardly wear them anymore, since it creates such a stir in Florida.) I love the way I look when I have my metal in. Anyway, when I met this online skinhead in real life, I wasn't sure if he was into me or not. I was completely in awe at how hot he was, and he and his boyfriend together were a fantasy come true for me, but they seemed aloof and a bit stand-offish towards me. I did meet some really fun people of all ages and types hanging out with them, so I figured, "What the hell. Let me enjoy myself, and just let things play out." I saw the skins walking away, and then they were gone. I thought the night with them was over, so I went and hung out with some other boys, and was really having a great, if not piggy, evening. It turned out that my sexy skin had to help his partner get home (he had been drinking too much for too long,) and then he came back! I hung out with him and the new folks I met until the crowd started to thin. I quickly discovered his true opinion of me. He started with casual gestures of affection, which I all but too happily accepted and returned. At the end of the night, he started getting a little "toppish" with me. And I kinda' let him. We were making out like crazy while people were still in the bar. We were we necking like teenagers making out at a drive-in, but every once in a while, he would deliver a punch to my pecs. I totally forgot how erotic that was and started to deliver some to him. He took our cocks out, and I went down on him while the bartender watched. He switched places with me, and started sucking my cock also. At one point, he had to step away to take care of some business. As he walked back towards me, he pulled his dick out of his jeans. He got to the barstool, and just stood there, staring at his cock. I looked down, and saw drops of piss coming out of dick and dropping onto the barstool. I bent down fast and took his cock into my mouth. I swallowed the rest of his bladder juice without missing another drop. My fucking dick was so hard I thought it was gonna' explode. The bartender was leaning on the bar watching me nurse on this skin's cock. When his bladder was empty I licked the drops of piss off the barstool, then he pulled me up and kissed me. I think he was trying to get a taste of anything left behind in my mouth. At this point, he cleared the bar out. He and I were the only two left behind. Once we were alone, I told him I had to piss like crazy. He got down on his knees and put my dick in his mouth. I relaxed and started my piss flow into his mouth. He was swallowing like a pro, but every once in a while, he would pull my dick out to get a shower before sticking it back in his mouth. Once I was done - back to kissing. At this point every time we would kiss, I would hold his mouth open and spit into into. We had more mutual cocksucking, and then and some point he would shove his head so far down on my cock he would gag. I finally realized that he wanted me too fuck his face to the point of choking him. Since I am one accommodating fucker, I started slamming my cock down into his gullet. This skinhead started gagging. Saliva and mucus were coating my dick. Tears were streaming out of this fucking skinhead's eyes. But he keeps taking my cock. Finally, he pulls off, retches one final time, and pukes all over the floor. I'm thinking - scene over. I have never had sex with someone who actually full-on vomited after they choked on my cock that EVER wanted to continue. I stood over him, stroking his back, telling him it was all right. I grabbed bar rags and handed them to him. He started cleaning up the floor, apologizing profusely. After doing a shitty job trying to clean the floor, he stood up and went give me a kiss. And I let him. I have never in my life had anything like that happen, so I had all kinds of shit going through my head. It was a bit of a mind-fuck for me. My dick never went down. Honestly, I was SO into him, it just didn't matter what was happening. I felt like I would be turned on by him no matter what. Also, since I'm used to delivering the mind-fuck, that was a pretty big switch too. I decided at that moment, I had crossed a line, allowed my boundaries to be pushed, and decided to go with it. After we kissed, I looked down and saw he had a pretty nasty gash on his knee from crawling around the floor. I reached down scooped the blood off his knee and popped it in my mouth. Blood sports was something I was into when my London skinheads and I used to choke and cut each other, but I really hadn't explored it in years. I looked in his eyes when I moved in to kiss him. Was he having the same thoughts I was having when he put his mouth on mine after he puked? Was this something he was into or repulsed by? Did he let me cross his boundaries as well? Did he even notice? Since the scene was obviously continuing, we finally took our clothes off. Since the floor was concrete (and COLD), I kept my socks on, and did my best to avoid the puddles of piss and puke all over the floor. We started again with the kissing, the hitting, and dear God, the choking. I was in pig-heaven. Then I buried myself into his pits - I was smelling and tasting his Skin scent, and he did the same to me. We would kiss and I could smell the aroma from our underarms merging together. It was incredibly erotic. Once he finally got back down on my cock, I had to piss again. I just figured I'd drown him with my urine when he least expected it. He started coughing (never pulling off my cock) spitting piss all over me. I admit, I loved it. Suddenly, he pulled off, and puked all over the floor again. More soothing from me. More apologizing from him. And I was still horned up for that dirty, skin fucker! After he recovered, he started working on my cock with his mouth and hands. He was literally BEGGING for my load as he sucked and jerked my cock. Sometimes that's all it takes to get my release, so I let him jerk my dick, and blew my load in his mouth. He swallowed every drop. Then he came up to give me a kiss and shared some of my own load with me. We continued to kiss, swapping my cum / his spit back and forth. By that point, I had explored nearly every fluid that came out of his body. After kissing for several minutes, I got down on my knees to service his cock. He had a great dick that fit perfectly in my mouth, so I was happy to take care of him. Periodically, I would lean over and clean the blood off of his knee with my tongue. I think he was turned on and repulsed by that all at once. But I wanted it 'cause it came out of him. It was him. I would periodically get up and make out with him. He turned me around and tried to fuck my ass, but I couldn't relax enough. And that hole is so rusty, there is no way I can take a dick with just spit and no poppers. After humoring his attempts to pry open my gates, I flipped him around and started tongue-fucking him like the last meal I would ever have was lodged deep in his asshole. After lots of cock-sucking, kissing, & rimming, I started to bone up again. I pulled him to me and held him close. We shared another lingering, passionate kiss before he got down on his knees to try and suck me off again. I really didn't think I could feed him another load, and told him so. He stood up and started making out with me again. I had to piss (again!) so I just started hosing him down starting from his cock. Clearly, that was a HUGE turn-on for him, 'cause he started making the most AMAZING, guttural sounds while jerking his cock furiously. I looked down at my sexy, piss-covered skinhead. He had been crawling all over the floor of the bar. He was covered in piss and puke, and bar dirt was stuck all over him. The cuts on his knees had been opened repeatedly, and he had blood all over his legs and even his torso. He was a fucking mess! And to see that with his skinhead haircut, his tattoos, his back shield, his pale-white skin, his gorgeous cock. And those eyes. Those beautiful fucking eyes. It was beauty and filth. I was more aroused looking at him at that moment than I ever could have imagined. There wasn't a part of him I didn't want to taste, smell, or feel. At some point, I fed him even more piss. Then damn if he didn't start choking himself on my dick again. It was pretty apparent to me that the "gag the fag" mentality was part of his sexual make-up. Every time he wretched on my cock, it looked like his was gonna' explode. So I took charge again and face-fucked him repeatedly until he started heaving again. This time, it was a quart of piss that came out onto the floor. He started apologizing again, so I said, "Shut up! I know you want to heave your guts up, 'cause your dick is hard as a rock! Stop apologizing!" It sounds more harsh in writing than how it was delivered. I tossed him a brutal face-fucking. I made him gag and choke again, until he lost the rest of his stomach contents on the floor. At this point, I wasn't just pushing through scene - I was absolutely fucking turned on by him puking from my cock! I was embracing my pig mind. I decided I needed another taste of this skinhead ass, so I turned him around and started rimming him again. This time, I started sticking fingers in too. Eventually, I stood up but he stayed in position, bent over in front of me. His muscular ass still had my fingers inside. While he supported himself on a barstools in front of him, he took one hand and grabbed my cock and pointed it at his asshole. He pleaded with me to take his ass and own it. I took a glob of spit, rubbed it all over my cock, lined up with his hole, and entered. His ass felt great. It was so tight, yet he let me in with spit and a rim-job. I got into a good rhythm with him, while he supported himself on the barstool. Since I had already blown earlier, I was basically a fuck stick. I was seriously aroused that he wanted me inside of him raw after all the conversations we had already had about it. Him saying "Make my ass yours" was all the incentive I needed, though. I fucked him for a long time, but I never changed the intensity. This nasty skinhead wanted me to deliver a power fuck, and I had no intention of disappointing him! I finally started feeling that tell-tale stirring in my nuts. I figured he wanted my load in his mouth again, so I told him I was close. "Take my ass. Make it yours," he yelled. I said, "I'm gonna' breed ya'!" He said, "YEAH! Fuck me, mate! Breed that ass! Make it yours!" That's all I needed to hear. I gave up a second load that night - this time deep in his guts. I stayed in him for several minutes after the tell-tale wetness spread through his ass. When I finally withdrew, we held each other and kissed pretty tenderly (in spectacular contrast to the intensity of that scene.) We slowly came back to earth. I looked around the bar and asked what I could do to help him clean up. Without even looking, he said, "I'll get it tomorrow." At that point, I realized my socks were soaked with piss and puke. So I took them off and said, "I think I'll toss these." He said, "Fuck that! I'm keepin' 'em!" I got dressed, jammed my bare feet in my boots, and got ready to leave. He was kind enough to give me a ride back to my hotel, and we made out with determined intensity outside of my hotel. I had to get some sleep before my flight out, so I jumped out of his car when we took a break, and I went right to bed stinking of sex, pits, piss, and puke. And I loved it. More...

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Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Yesterday I got two loads from a daddy cock- back to back. The daddy (and cock) are the ones you see previously pictured. Daddy is short, and in his 60’s, but has a respectable 7 incher. And he loves breeding my ass. Anyway, I was pressed for time yesterday and we only had like 20 minutes to play. But Daddy had been saving up for a week and really needed to nut. So after u sucked him and got him hard, he roughly bent me over my bed and shoved into my ass. It was hot! He got to fucking me (after taking the pics) and was dirty talking up a storm. He wanted to cum, an cum fast! The first volley didn’t take long— he snorted some poppers and before I knew it he was cocksnotting my guts. He pulled out (still hard) and a blob or two of his load leaked out onto my floor. He went to clean up his cock, and I followed him. Once he rinsed off he forced me down to suck him- and damn if he didn’t bone up immediately. It even surprised him! He says, “Fuck, son! Looks like My cock wants back in your ass!!” Back to the bed we went, he shoves in, and starts Round two of fucking. He is really getting into it and smacking my ass- making me tell him how much I love daddy and how much I want his cum. And then I got load number two. Well, at least part of it. He unloads the first two volleys in my ass, then yanks out and a third shot hits the floor. Quick as a flash I’m down on his dick, taking the remaining gobbets on my tongue. Daddy’s a big cummer. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here A little business took me to Dallas and not having a car and being somewhat removed from the gayspots, living in a hotel downtown, I decided to hop a cab and check out the Midtowne Spa. I'm glad a cabbed it as it was farther away than appeared on the GoogleMap and it is located in Deep Ellum, the oldstyle traditional skid row/ghetto area except now it's staging an uneven reinvention, meaning there are lots of vacant lots, and dark streets, not a place to park your car overnight. The Midtowne Spa should be the hottest ticket for bath house sex in Dallas but it was fairly quiet for a Saturday night. As big as it is, it just needs a lot of people to make it feel really attractive, and those people weren't there the night I was. It has three floors, a rooftop sundeck and a spa on a lower level. The rooms are basic and plain, as they should be and the lighting in the hallways and rooms could be improved; a little darker would make it sexier. So I give the Midtowne a qualified thumbs up...I wasn't disappointed in the set-up, just in the shortage of men...and yeah, parking seems to be a problem that could hurt business. They have a tiny lot and the lot down the block is a pay lot, and like I said, I'd think twice about parking on the street. And I don't think Texans wouldn't even think of using cabs, especially in a spread out place like Dallas. I had a few encounters: a Princess Tiny Meat gave me a quick fuck...it was maybe the smallest dick I've ever had so I clamped down on it and did my best to keep in my ass, which I did, and man,I was rewarded with a big load...sadly, it went right into his condom. I made sure I got that condom and after he left, I squeezed the cum out and lubed my asslips with it, smearing the rest on my buttcheeks. Later, a big daddy came in and his dick was just the right size, not too big and we were able to get another big load, this one went straight up my ass, it was great...the kind of fuck that afterwards makes you want to take the time to meditate on the beauty of sex. But I didn't realize how big a load until I got back to my hotel, did a squat and got all the cum pooled into the palm of my hand. I hit my favorites on Xtube and jacked off using that cum to lube my dick...all of this made me feel pretty sexy and it was nice to think back on how that cum got up there in my ass, and how to spread that seed, mixing it up with your own. All said, an pretty good OK time in Texas. More...

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Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... I have had numerous guys that I have fucked over time lament the fact that I appear to be on a slide to the bottom. Even some guys that I have not yet fucked who like my dick and wanna try it out have objected. Since letting go and trying out my bottom side like never before I have certainly discovered that tops (especially good ones) are in rare supply. But what exactly is a bottom? It is pretty easy for me to define what a top is, or what drove me to be a top for years, even decades. As a top I was super focused on my cock and making it feel good. I also had a thing for dominating some guys, but first and foremost it was a selfish thing about making my cock feel awesome. It started as an insatiable need for good head. Head through glory holes, under stall walls in public restrooms, sitting back in some guy's bed or chair letting him have at it. During one such session at a young Spanish guy's house we were in his bedroom and he was sucking away when he all of a sudden changed the subject on me. He wanted my raw cock in his hole. I resisted for a good 30-45 minutes, but he won. With that he ignited something in me that to this day drives me to want to fuck ass. What is a top? A guy focused on his cock and whatever it takes to make it feel good. A guy that needs to deposit seed wherever and whenever he can. Basically a self centered bastard (trust me, that is not meant as a complaint). And a bottom? What is a bottom? I have to ask myself why I so need to get fucked in recent times. What changed? I think there is a range to what a bottom is. On the most intimate end a bottom is a guy that is focused on making his partner's cock feel good. If you look at some porn pictures you can see some bottoms are watching the face of the top closely and intently, looking for signs that he is making the top guy have the best time possible. The more the top moans in pleasure the more pleasure the bottom guy has. In this case a bottom is the direct opposite of a top, focused on the other guy and not at all on himself. This has obvious synergies. There is another type of bottom though that is completely different. There are some guys that seek loads. They are not at all concerned about how the other guys cock feels, they just want loads. This one is hard to unravel. What is this idea and why does it happen? I am not sure I have all the answers to this one right now. Me? I can be both. When I took my first cock after seroconversion I was all about making the top dude I hooked up with feel good. My focus, and his, was on his cock. It was not about loads, although I wanted his. I did have an element of wanting to break through my long lasting resistance to getting fucked, but it was still all about making that guy feel hot. Loads? While I have never taken more than three loads in one session, there are times when I want to take as many as I can find. When I am in this state of mind I do not care if the other guy's cock is in a state of ecstasy or not. I just want loads. It is something that completely takes me over. I need cum! I also usually find that I am not logistically able to pull off massive load taking and/or I chicken out. March 12th? If the mood is right and the fear is low, I will finally find out if I can take a ton of loads. The idea of 12 or more loads overflowing makes me hornier than just about anything else. In that sense, wanting to take loads in mass is more like being a top. Self centered, but in a very different way. Right now, tonight? I am more in top mode than anything else, but if the right guy presented a nice challenge I'd slip right down on his dick without hesitation to try and make him feel the best he can feel. Not really in a "loads mood". More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Back when I was younger, I spent a lot of time in various cruising places in Lancaster, where I grew up. Kmart's restroom was one of them, but the one that NEVER let me down was this restroom in the park near my old Junior High School. Many weekends I rode my bike and sat in the stall, I never had to wait long for someone to blow, fuck, or jerk off with. One day I came across this older black guy, we went back to his place I asked if he was 'clean; and he said yes., I fucked him raw and came deep inside his hole. About every week we met up, I fucked and bred him. I think It was a few months afterward where we were at his place. We undressed and he began to lick my hole, lapping up at my eighteen year old boy ass, tongue fucking me deep, it was the first rim job I ever had, my first boyfriend never did it. I put some Vaseline on his dick and slid into my ass, he fucked me hard. Pounding me from the start. My legs were over his shoulders as he rammed my ass. He drilled me as hard as he could and seriously, within 3 minutes he stopped. He pulled out and wiped his dick. I asked if I was dirty and he said no, but that I should go. I could feel my ass was hot and wet and creamy... he bred me. I seemed to never be able to find him after that, never at the park and he never seemed to be home. A few months later I saw a billboard with him on a liquor store wall, it was him on the ad. The ad talked about the importance of knowing your status and disclosing it to sex partners. It said he had been POZ since 1998. I freaked out naturally. I didn't hold any malice against him. I shouldn't have been cruising in parks. I shouldn't have someone cum in me, I was stupid. I was naive, and that naivete had cost me my life. I didn't get tested, I was in strict denial. I forced myself to forget about it, after all, if I didn't remember it then it didn't happen. It wasn't until years later that I tested and found out that I was neg, but by that time, I had already become a barebacker... and soon, there was no turning back. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Poppers came to me late in my sexual experience. I first learned about them when I was 16 or 17, but I waited until I was 35 before indulging. Why’d I wait so fucking long? So if you’re wondering what poppers are, you can read up on Wikipedia, although I will quote the effects section which says, “Inhaling nitrites relaxes smooth muscles throughout the body, including the sphincter muscles of the anus…. Smooth muscle surrounds the body’s blood vessels and when relaxed causes these vessels to dilate resulting in an immediate increase in heart rate and blood flow throughout the body, producing a sensation of heat and excitement that usually lasts for a couple of minutes…. The head rush, euphoria, and other sensations that result from the increased heart rate are often felt to increase sexual arousal and desire. It is widely reported that poppers can enhance and prolong orgasms.” Of course, this sounds a little clinical. For me, I can actually see my orgasm approach. The sensation is amazing. I sometimes actually get tunnel vision, but usually I close my eyes for that. But in those moments following a snort (or huff), every other sensory input disappears and I exist only in my cock. The nerve endings of my cock are electrified and I sense everything. Recently, I was fucking a bottom who shot his load without touching himself (I’ll be writing about that encounter shortly). I explained to him how his ass felt as he approached orgasm… every muscle contraction, the roll and throb of his prostate as he got close. He said, “You could feel that through your cock?” “Of course,” I responded. Then I realized perhaps not everyone does. I do. When I experience poppers, I get the full sensation, time dilation and, for me, the most intense experience ever. I’ll normally huff two or three times in a session. I don’t too much because the intense sensation fades with each subsequent sniff. After a while, I lose the enjoyment. How to Do Poppers Like a Pro Unscrew the bottle top and put the edge of the bottle to one nostril of your nose, cover the other and sniff deeply. There’s two basic techniques. Two-Handed Snort Illustrated here is the two-handed snort, one to hold the bottle and one to close one nostril. This is probably easiest for a beginner to do but it’s also effective when you’re otherwise occupied like you’re sucking a cock, as you can see to the right. Do not spill the poppers or get any in your nose. It will burn. And the taste is awful if you happen to get it on the cock you’re sucking (and if I were getting sucked, I would make the bottom lick clean the burning stuff off to teach them to be more careful. In my opinion, it’s perfectly fine*etiquette*to take a few seconds break for a popper snort. One-Handed Sniff The one-handed sniff is very talented indeed and for advanced practice only, as illustrated to the left. This usually comes from someone who’s been jerking off with poppers for while and can unscrew the top, cover one nostril with their thumb and hold the bottle up to their other nostril for the huff. The other hand continues to jerk themselves or prop up or keep doing whatever they’ve been doing. A truly talented popper pro can put the bottle top back on. Caution with Poppers If you are prone to migraines or severe headaches, you may wish to avoid poppers all together. Poppers can and will give headaches. If poppers are not fresh or they’re cheap or they’re*counterfeit, a severe headache can result. Believe me, I’ve had a days-long headache from bad poppers. Additionally, if you take any erectile dysfunction pills like*Viagra*or Cialis, you should never do poppers, even if it’s just for fun. It will lower your blood pressure to dangerous levels. If your blood pressure is not*stabilized*by medication, do not do poppers. Poppers impact your smooth muscles, which surrounds your blood vessels, directly linked to your blood pressure. Your First Snort It all depends on which kind of poppers you try, but I recommend that you take a moderate breath with poppers to get a sense of how they will feel to you. Don’t do them when anything is going on. Do them while making out and sucking each other’s cock —*preferably*with someone who won’t get too pissed off if you suddenly get a really bad headache and have to quit everything. Each kind of popper has a different impact on each person. My favorite gives one friend of mine a severe headache (but generally, everyone else I know reacts well to it). After that light sniff, you will know how it feels, so you might be ready for the real thing. A deep snort. The more you sniff, the longer the high, the more intense and the more likely a headache. It’s a risk you run. Bottoms and Poppers In my experience, bottoms use poppers as they’re about to take cock. This relaxes the muscles and allows the cock easier entry. As I am not a bottom, I can’t speak to the bottom sensations. However, I do notice bottoms become more voracious for cock. They want it more. I notice it lowers their*inhibitions. If you’re a top controlling the feed of poppers to a bottom, giving him more will make him beg for your cock and, later, for your cum (even if he said don’t cum inside). Tops and Poppers The experience with tops can be wholly different. I will abstain throughout much of sex and then snort when I am ready to cum since poppers have this ability to allow me to bulldoze through whatever is happening and make my way to unloading. However, some tops may enjoy poppers but have said they cause wood suddenly leave. *Again, a little experimentation might lead you to discovering what’s best for you. Etiquette for Poppers I believe in any situation it is appropriate to share poppers. That being said, there are a lot of interesting results from this experience. Because I am a bit of a connoisseur of poppers and I only bring the best quality with me, some fuckers think it’s like I’m bringing wine to their house. No. Poppers come with me, poppers leave with me, even if it’s an orgy at someone’s house. Everyone is welcome to enjoy my poppers but they’re fucking mine. Stealing poppers at a person’s home doesn’t bother me as much as they do when I’m at a bathhouse. I’ve learned to travel with a second bottle and always offer the less fresh second bottle to the bottom I’m fucking so I keep the best for myself. “Feeding” a bottom is not unusual and I will occasionally keep control of poppers so I can make sure that the bottom does as I wish. Using the poppers as a carrot works like a charm with some bottoms. Call me selfish but I’ve had my quality poppers stolen from me too often. That’s one thing to keep in mind. Quality poppers are difficult to find and expensive as shit. Online sources will be your cheapest option and, even then, since a major company went out of business and the U.S. Postal Service began cracking down on the shipment of chemicals, it’s difficult to find places that will Popper Flavors and My Personal Recommendations Recently, it’s become more difficult to obtain poppers but I’ve found them available through PoppersExpress.com and can recommend them as a good source. I just checked and my former source seems to be back in business, although its selection is currently limited. I’ve been purchasing from PictureBrite.com for years and loved it. I am disappointed Poppers Express does not carry the smallest bottle available, which is usually 10ml or 10cc (or sometimes 12ml). I recommend small bottles because only fresh poppers are good poppers. You will find that PictureBrite does carry the smallest bottle size though.*The next size up is the 15ml “tall” bottles. Large bottles are 25ml or 1oz. And finally, the huge bottles are 30ml. Keeping poppers fresh means keeping them sealed and in dark places. You can keep them in a refrigerator but once they’re opened, it does no good to put them back into the fridge. Just close the lid tight. Within a couple of weeks, they’ll get old. And to me, the little “pellet” inside does no good keeping them fresh. Taiwan Blue If you’re just getting started with poppers or you’re someone who gets headaches, I find that Taiwan Blue might be a good option. They are very mild, pure and provide a nice slope up to the pleasure zone and then an easy path down if you do not sniff deeply. For the more advanced among you, I hear that Taiwan Blue can be appropriate for fistee (the one being fisted) if inhaled deeply. If you are someone who finds you enjoy poppers more than rarely, you can easily get used to the other brand name poppers out there, especially the ones below. Taiwan Blue is only available in 15ml “tall” bottles and can be rather pricey, up to $30 for a bottle. But they can be worth it. (I personally do not find Taiwan Blue enjoyable any longer but I keep recommending them because they were my “gateway” to popper pleasure.) RECOMMENDED FOR BEGINNERS Jungle Juice Platinum Once you get into poppers, I suggest moving up to Jungle Juice Platinum. I prefer it over regular Jungle Juice or Jungle Juice Plus, which is much more harsh and has a tendency to lose its potency in very quickly. Jungle Juice Platinum is less likely to give a headache, but users have told me that these can tend to give a good pounder. But when I’m giving a good pounding, this is the second most reliable brand I’ve found to give terrific highs and nice recoveries. I find that Platinum can lose its luster quickly once opened, that’s why I use it quickly or at orgies. RECOMMENDED FOR EVERYDAY USE Jungle Juice Black Label Some who indulge in poppers really love the newest Black Label from Jungle Juice. Not as harsh as Platinum with a sweeter scent — I’d liken it almost to Taiwan Blue. Almost. Personally, I do not find it enjoyable and cannot get an intense high anywhere close to what I receive from Platinum. But again, some really love it so I’d suggest those who like poppers to try them. They are expensive and only available in 30ml large bottles, which mean most ends up going to waste unless you have an orgy or you’re an intense user. RECOMMENDED FOR ADVANCED USERS Amsterdam My personal favorite and the absolutely best I’ve found are Amsterdam with the pink label. Do not confuse these with the silver label “Amsterdam Special.” While Jungle Juice Platinum might sometimes give me a slightly higher pain threshold, Amsterdam gives me the longest endurance. Moreover, these bottles do stay fresher and the recovery sensations are a little more mellow. You can’t go wrong with Amsterdam and that’s why I give it my personal five-star endorsement.*RECOMMENDED FOR EVERYDAY USE English The harshest (without being cheap and ineffective) that I’ve ever experienced is English. Massive bottle at 30ml, this is probably the second bottle I would carry to an orgy. This one is for sharing — it’s large. It’s also costly. However, let me tell you just how incredibly intense English can be. To me, sniffing poppers reduces everything around you into the sensation of your cock… just your cock. English takes that same level and pumps it up to 11 — it’s like my cock is covered with pinpricks of pleasure throughout it. So intense, it verges on pain. And I dare say you can come away with an incredible headache.*RECOMMENDED FOR ADVANCED USERS More...

Click here to see Wholesome Pig's original blog post... Since writing the previous, I have had the distinct pleasure of meeting some of our #BBBH brethren in person. I had an amazing fucking night last Thursday with @untitledbb and then went to a @Men4Bareback sex party that included him and his husband, @CFLBarebacker. I felt connected to these men immediately. And I have no doubt the bond was formed through our connections with the Bareback Brotherhood. Early in the sex party, @CFLBarebacker and I were spit-roasting a sexy little fuck. I was in his ass and CFL was fucking his face. We locked eyes. We reached across this boy with our left hands and joined them together while we attacked this boy. And we held fast. We could both feel the electricity of this connection. It was a magical moment, that no one can take away from us. All night, we would walk up to one another and say things like, "That's it Brother! Breed his ass." It was incredible. And it's an honor to be a member. Thank you all. More...

This was just posted on Life In The Raw's blog... Question: What did you fuck Jarod Steele in? Answer: He was staying at the Sunset Dunes Motel in Hollywood, it was a normal hookup and a waste of my time. He was on the phone the entire time trying to score crystal meth, never got off the phone even when he was being fucked. More...

Click here to see Wholesome Pig's original blog post... It was a casual exchange on 2/3/2010. It was a Twitter exchange that accumulated so many mentions we were running dangerously close to the character limit. @IBlastInside said it: "Okay, 140 characters isn't enough!" @ch4suk followed up with, "we need a #tag to watch any ideas?" And @IBlastInside answered, "#bbbh bareback brotherhood." And a movement started. The people mentioned in @IBlastInside's tweet were @ch4suk, @athensgapoz, @hellskitchpig,@marc7atl, @fukkerkyle @meetthebreeder, and me, @WholesomePig. Suddenly, I was a "Founder." I was honored. And a bit overwhelmed. I've only been tweeting for a little over a month. I've been blogging for the same amount of time. Suddenly, I was tossed into a group that included bloggers I followed and admired for YEARS! There are tweeps in this group who were WAY into the 5 digits. But I was in the#BBBH tweet, so I was a "Founder." @IBlastInside created a forum for us in his blog space, and suddenly "Founder" took on another meaning. I was asked to adminster one of the five Twitter lists to track the members of the Bareback Brotherhood. @IBlastInside set me up as a "Founder" on the forum. I had administrator responsibility. Which I had no intention of exercising. I didn't feel worthy amongst these men who I admired. Then @IBlastInside gently nudged me into starting a post about a touchy subject. He suggested I take some responsibility approving members. He had faith in me. And he barely knows me. I felt like I could step up and handle this role. Even if it was only a lucky fluke I was in that tweet. Then it came - a Twitter war. Someone made a comment that was disparaging toward the Bareback Brotherhood. All because of the Bareback part. I saw the tweet, and I let it go. I didn't dig deeper. I'm not going into the details here, because @IBlastInside did a fantastic job with the that here. I'm sure it isn't the last one of those we'll see as barebackers in a community that too often maligns our choices. What I realized, though, is that I was feeling protective of my Brothers - even those with whom I've had no communication. But I allowed someone else to do the heavy lifting. I continued administering my #BBBH list, I approved my first few members on the forum, and I welcomed new members as they joined. I followed people who followed me if they had #BBBH in the profile. I added people to my lists. Then I made a personal announcement that said, "If anybody wants to be a member of the Bareback Brotherhood, I am one of five keepers of an official list. Let me know, & I will add! #bbbh" People came forward. New members joined. Members who were on our lists and had no idea about the forum, joined the site. So, I reassessed my role. I was a "Founder," even if by luck, and I was making a difference. I saw some tweets from a couple of guys who didn't really know how the Bareback Brotherhood started, or who was "in charge." I thought it would be a good idea for each of the Founders to put down their thoughts and memories about the "start" of BBBH. I figured I'd start and went back to the original tweet that started it all. @ch4suk sent out a link to the @IBlastInside's tweet, so I saved it as a favorite. Periodically, I re-tweet it to remind people where we started. What I couldn't figure out was how to get to the root of the conversation. I knew we had a little Twitter orgy going on at one point. We had talked about a meet-up in NYC, at IML, and at Gay Days. But I could not remember the tweet that started the conversation. So I did a Google search, and found out you could track back a conversation by clicking the timestamp at the bottom of the tweet. You tweeps may know that, but it was news to me. So I clicked back, and back, and back. And this is what I found. A post I made thanking people for the large influx of followers I had. It was a post I made while I had a Twitter orgy going at the same time. And @ch4suk saw it, andcommented that he wondered where they all came from. And since I was having Twitter fun with him and all the rest of the guys mentioned above, I attributed it to @ch4suk, @athensgapoz, @hellskitchpig, @marc7atl, @fukkerkyle, @meetthebreeder, and @IBlastInside. @athensgapoz noticed he picked up some followers too. . And then @marc7atl rattled on about fear of penguins. The conversation turned to us meeting stateside, and that's where we ended up above. I realized, I was a "Founder" because I was supposed to be. To be clear - regardless of *which* thread (of the multiple we had going) in which we were chatting, this conversation was going to happen. It was the group. It was the energy. It was the Brotherhood. We were horny, we were laughing, we were enjoying each others company, and sex or no sex, we wanted to see each other, touch each other, and make our bonds stronger. I actually crave it. As I was going through my Timeline tonight, I saw lots of new followers who attribute their influx of new followers to their membership in the Bareback Brotherhood. And that's how it starts. So, I encourage all of the members of the Brotherhood - please follow @IBlastInside's lead as posted here. Put #BBBH in your profile. Edit your profile down if you have to. Get that tag in there. See the folks listed above? Follow us. No one is "in charge" here. No one person or group is more important that the other. But we are a core group of friendly, sexy, brilliant men who share a mutual respect for each other. Say, "Hi!" to us. Interact with us. Have Twitter sex with us. And join us. We are the Bareback Brotherhood's history. I hope it's a long one. What I also finally realized is none of us is less important than another. I am not a "Founder" of the Bareback Brotherhood, I am a Founder - no scare quotes required. I'm no more or less than any other member, but I was there when a bunch of horny barebackers realized that we were connected by more than technology and lust. And I'm proud to accept my responsibility of administering and, if necessary, protecting our Brotherhood. I hope you all join me. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... I was recently scanning through POZ Personals online, curious about guys that might be nearby that are poz to maybe hit up for friendship or whatever. The personals found there are a bit different than barebackrt.com since most of them actually start with a face pic. vs. an ass or cock pic. As I scanned through them I ran across one that floored me. A guy that I had fucked around with many times and had always assumed he was HIV-. Turns out he has been HIV+ a bit longer than me, by about 5 or 6 years. I am sure I have fucked him since he became poz as well. I mentioned him in my post Names or No Names some time back as one of three guys, him being the only HIV- one that I had has repeat fuck buds. I have since communicated with him and made sure he knew that I now know and that it did not make a difference. I also let him know that the fact that he did not tell me was of no concern. To be fair, I assumed his status and did not ask. And, he certainly does not owe me any explanation at all. I think it makes us a bit closer now, although we have not hooked up. I think he actually has hooking up with guys on a severe curtailment path right now to avoid potential issues, which is something I should probably take as a suggestion, but I won't... Like I said before, it is virtually impossible for me to keep my pants on... I scanned through other profiles and found another guy that I know. I never slept with him, but I have known him for over ten years. My impression of him is such that if he found out about me being HIV+ he would just think that I deserved what I got for being careless. He is also so brash that he would probably say that point blank to my face. But, there he was. HIV+ since 2004. I was rather shocked to say the least. I had heard he was a horn dog, but had no idea... Lesson here? Anyone you know could be HIV+. Most of us keep it to ourselves and tell few people if we tell anyone. The person you work with, go to lunch with, share a ride with on the way to work in the morning. Any of them could be HIV+ and you would have no idea. Hopefully if any of them are they know their status and are taking care of themselves. Oddly that last guy being HIV+ gave me a bit more confidence that I am not really all that much of an outsider. I often say that I am fine but honestly there is a bit of a nagging sense sometimes that I am different. These discoveries bring me back to that place where I can tell myself (and rightly so) that I am a good guy and anyone that would condem me because I am HIV+ is actually the one that should examine themselves, cuz they got the problems... More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... Met up with a totally hot tall white guy who was toned and had tattoos all over his legs. which was odd cos i never met a guy who had tattoos all over his legs and nothing on his upper body. Anyway, he comes over, we swap spit, but he has me flipped on my back, my jockstrapped hole exposed and hes munching away on it. pushing his tongue out to get a taste of the inside. He lines up his 7 inch white perfectly straight cut cock and presses in just using his precum as lube. i hit the poppers. we go at it for a few minutes and he's soon filling me up with his 19 yo jizz. after he leaves i take out my butt plug and push it into my ass and fuck myself a bit with it till I cum all over my chest. I leave the buttplug in and go to sleep. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... I say yes! Let's call it "12 Loads for March 12th"! I am going to let go of all rules and all fear to get to the goal of 12 loads on Saturday March 12th. Find me online at barebackrt.com until about 4PM that day then Folsom Gulch and/or City Entertainment across the street until about 9PM. Then SFCockpit til it ends. The 24 hour period defined here is from 5AM on 3/12 til 5AM on 3/13... Anyone wanna help make sure I take it all? More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... My friend announced on twitter today that he was waiting for his friend to leave so he could invite me over to load his ass. I closed down the other hookup sites I had going and waiting for a status update. When the coast was clear, I tweeted that I was headed over, I go to his place and he greeted me wearing a small pair of briefs, we got to his room and he took off his underwear and got on his back, I lifted up his legs and began to much on his ass. He has a round furry butt and a tight fucking hole, and sweet tasting too. I licked deep in his hole and I was rewarded with praise and encouragement from this cute little fucker. I told him to turn over and I ate his asshole while rubbing his round and furry ass cheeks. I licked up and down his crack, and he grabbed and spread his hole for me, I gave him my best tongue work, I got up and lined up my dick, he spit on his hand, rubbed it on his hole and i got inside. I fucked him slowly, watching my black dick go in and out of his humpy butt. I pulled out and he added more spit to his hole and my dick. I moved in and out of him quicker now, fucking him deep, he got up and we kissed, my hand around his rock hard dick. I threw him back and down thrusted him hard, he began to beg for my load, telling me how much he wanted my cum deep in his hole. I gripped his hips and pounded him harder, determined to blow my load deep in his guts, I grunted as I fired off load after load of poz cum deep in his ass. He pulled me onto him and we lay there, then he turned and kissed while I moved my dick slowly in and out of him. I climed on him and kissed him again. Deep, long kissing. Then he got on his hands and knees and I ate his hole again, slurping some seed out of his tight hole, swallowing it down. I ate him sore more. We finally stopped and I went on my way, apparently from what he tweeted, my lips are amazing. More...