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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here In recognition of National Black AIDS/HIV Awareness Day, the San Francisco AIDS mafia organized a march from City Hall to someplace in the Western Addition, although the local gay media failed to disclose exactly where. I guess this was totally a media event concocted to keep Black AIDS victims in the communal consciousness, so where they marchers ended wasn't important enough to report. A photo published in the Bay Area Reporter (BAR) showed a few dozen marchers, some of them assisted by canes or crutches. The mafia, here in this context, namely the National Minority AIDS Council, says Blacks are at a disadvantage due to "a complex set of social, individual and environmental factors." Fair enough I agree that any program designed to target a specific group has to be real and honest. This whole business of living on the down low, for example, is rife with racial connotations. But my experiences, based on decades of hot anonymous sex with men of all races, ages and cultures, would make the mafia's analysis only more complex. For example, I can generalize about condom use: Black men are more fastidious when it comes to using condoms, second only to Asian men, and by Asian I mean Chinese and Japanese. My experiences with Filipinos and Koreans have been inconsistent. Latinos, and in my case, this means Mexicans, are more problematic...Mexican guys over 40 are likely to use condoms, those younger are among the fiercest barebackers. But who's less likely to use a condom? It's 'white' guys, hands down. And I've had enough sex to conduct my own survey; it's just too bad I haven't written and categorized every single sexual encounter; they're not in the thousands, but hundreds, most certainly. Then the resident himbo on the SF Board of Supervisors, one Ross Mirkarimi (who is not Black but represents the Western Addition), chimed in with non-sequiturs about AIDS and San Francisco's dwindling Black population (the City now has fewer Black residents than it has in many decades, less than 7% of the total population)...'the African-American exodus couldn't be more shameful,' he opined. 'I see this as an opportunity to make sure the stats go in a different direction.' Well, go ahead, do what you want, but the declining Black population has nothing to do with AIDS/HIV, so if you don't see the results you envision, don't blame Black folks. I suppose these media events do fulfill some purpose, but I couldn't vouch for their usefulness. Black guys are nowhere the 'problem' in the prevention discussion, that the white guys are, and that's a fact. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Tonight I sit with a weird feeling creeping up my spine. I find myself reduced back to a boy, curled up in guilt and a little confused. Long-time readers will know my story but I imagine most won’t, so I should set the stage with my original Dark Passenger. The man who launched the twisted fuck I would become. In a very real and unusually strange sense, that man indeed is the genesis of a myself, out and very comfortable and confident in my skin. While I would like to think I’d eventually maneuvered my way out of the closet, I doubt seriously if I’d ever become as tolerant of others or even admitted to myself or other what a barebacking sleaze I can be. As a youth, I was molested by this man. Most of the entries regarding him and what he did can be found here, if you choose to read: A Murky Beginning Follow the Rabbit Margarine for Fucking Behind the Shed A Blur Like a Virgin Volunteering for Molestation If you choose not, it’s fine. Know that from some point until around 18, I had sexual encounters with this man — a neighbor and trusted friend of my parents. So the reason for my odd sensation is the call today to notify me that my molester is in hospice. The call to me is not unusual, I guess, since he and his wife were friends of my parents and, now that both my parents are dead, the community feels as if someone in my family should be notified and, technically, I am the head of the family. The local community is not aware what this sleaze did to me or countless others. I spoke on the phone in an even tone, thanking the person for the notification. It wasn’t a time to be emotional. But now that I sit alone with the thought of him dying, I feel something. Perhaps it is the last of my own childhood finally passing away with the man who stole it from me, since so much left me when my parents left in the last few years. Perhaps it’s a kind of happiness or*vengeance, knowing the fucker is finally suffering and will befall his own fate he promised me — that one-way ticket to hell. Or maybe it’s my own fear that I might be closer to death as well. Or is it the fear that I might become the molester like him. The other day, a 14-year-old on Twitter solicited me. Now he had been posing as a 23-year-old. And when he admitted to being 14, I blocked him. And as I wrote, I volunteered at times for my own molestation. I wonder if the world were wired when I was 14 what I might have done. So I sit, quietly contemplating a big-dicked old man as he teeters at the edge of the abyss. And I wonder why I give a shit and I wonder why I even care. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Treasure Island Media has designated 2011 as the Year of Living Positive. So far they haven't done much to articulate beyond what is implicit in the language, except to run a short video clip on the website starring three studs who are poz and out...and 'proud!' as my pal Jayson Park says. We're anxiously watching to see where they go with this. It was bound to happen: a porn studio was going to acknowledge the presence and attraction of the HIV-positive fetish and admission of the erotic nature of poz cum, impregnating somebody with it or absorbing it into your most intimate parts...the most conclusive manner of bonding. I have been ruminating about the 'All Sucking! All Fucking! All Poz!' video for a long time, from even before the late porno diarist Scott O'Hara quoted 1980's performer Cory Monroe's ultimate wish by using the language of 1930's movie musical promotion. Paul Morris launched Brad McGuire and James Roscoe as an example of a sexual relationship that has thrived despite sero-discordancy; Brad is notably HIV-negative. I think Paul Morris realizes that this match doesn't quite work as a fantasy for a lot of us; most of us poz guys into longterm relationships dream of a hot poz partner, not a negative guy who will put up with us. In short, and I wish him no harm, but a guy like Brad would be so much hotter if... There's an unseemly side to the Year of Living Positive that will doubtless raise the ire of the AIDS mafia, those professionals and activists whose existence and paychecks depend upon marketing guilt and fear as the means of HIV prevention. Also provoked will be those rightwing politicians who play the gay card to secure political donations from terrified hairbags in the hinterlands, frightened into giving up a share of their Social Security checks. As I wrote earlier, we'll be anxiously watching. It IS interesting that some of the mainstream porn studios are now producing bareback videos with a disclaimer that all the performers tested as HIV-negative. We hereby certify that all performers in this video tested negative as of 1/31/10. What pleasure it will give me if Treasure Island puts it right back out there: We hereby certify that all performers in this video tested positive as of 1/31/10. That would be hilarious (!) and something to think about. Until then, we'll be anxiously watching... More...

Click here to see CFL Barebacker's original blog post... After blowing my load in our guest’s sweet ass in the sling, I stood back to watch some of the other action in the playroom. The other three guys were tangled up on the floor. Barkley, one of my partners, was cramming his thick eight inches, doggy style, in our other guest’s hole, while flipflopcumswap, my other partner was lying underneath sucking the guests cock. With flip’s cock unattended, I figured I’d enjoy the familiar scent of this hot man and inhale his cock. I love this Cock in my throat or ass! In my married years, I never really enjoyed sucking cock. As a selfish trick, I would just go cruise a park or book store and get my cock sucked, then leave. But being with Flip, I discovered I love his musky crotch scent and the feel of his veined cock fucking my throat! So, it was a pleasure to service him in the midst of the other four fuckers. While I worked on his cock, the other two studs turned their attention to the sling where my earlier bottom boy had been. He had resumed the position and now Barkley and our second guest were tag teaming him. It was quite a visual as Flip and I moved around to get a better look. Barkley Feeds Me His Cock and Load! I was on all fours by this time, watching the bottom I had already loaded, take on the other two guys. Flip, re-positioned behind me and began probing my hole with his pre-lubed cock. He found his way in and I became more focused on the cock ramming that*ensued. I loved the feel of his low hanging balls slapping against mine as his cock drove deep into my guts. While my ass was getting fucked, Barkley returned to our scene and began ramming his cock down my throat. Talk about a pig on a spit! That is how I felt. It was funny that the three of us live together and can play anytime, but at this moment of the five-way, it was as if nothing else mattered. We were melded into one unit as I was conjoined with their hot cocks. The grunts and*growls made it clear that I was soon to be bred and fed. Almost*simultaneously, the loads exploded. One was like a*fire-hose*up my ass, shooting ropes of cum, filling my colon. The other felt as if a volcano was erupting down my throat, with the molten lava of cum flowing down my throat to meet the shots fired up my ass! As we relaxed and pulled apart, I noticed the puddle of cum my cock spilled onto the rubber flooring. I scooped it up and rubbed it all over Barkley’s cock, then swallowed his softening eight inches, making sure nothing*went*to waste. Our guests were still fucking in the sling… 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... Got a text from a fuckbuddy of mine, he really wanted my dick and load and wanted to know if I was around. I told him I was walking home from Gold's and I would be home real soon. He texted me a bit after and said that he was on his way, and that he already had cum in his hole from an earlier play session. I opened the gate and he came in and we got right to it. I ate his hole, I could taste the dried cum on his asslips and sucked in some cum from his hole. "Kiss me" he demanded. "Feed me my buddies cum." I have never snow balled before, not that the thought put me off, I thought it was very hot, its just when I felch, I tend to swallow the cum and the guy I am with never says anything, my mouth full of semen and saliva, I reached up and pulled him into a deep and wet kiss. Swapping the cum back and forth until the load had been swallowed by us both. Then I ate his hole and he pushed out another glob of seed, I kissed him again, wrapping my arms around this tall fucker and givng him all the cum in my mouth, he pulled away and swallowed it all. "Fuck... feed me all that gizz" I went back, his hole was so wet and soft from the earlier fuck and my rimming, I couldn't resist it anymore, I slid my dick effortlessly into his hole and pounded him hard and pulling on his huge nipples, he moaned as I banged his ass. I tweaked his nipples as my dick slid in and out of his walls. "Oh man, cum in me, cum in me. Breed my hole and feed me that load." I grabbed his waist and his pulled on his nipples, I rammed his white ass as hard as I could. getting myself there as soon as possible, this fuck was about one thing. Cum. Cum and us sharing that seed with intense sloppy kisses, I grunted like the beast I am as I unloaded deep in his hole, I stayed there until my dick soften and flopped out, then I got down and sucked some of my huge cum load out of his hole. I kissed him one last time, this time with my cum in my mouth, the moment I did he fired off like a rocket, shooting his cum all over my floor. We got dressed and he thanked me for a hot time. More...

Click here to see CFL Barebacker's original blog post... So, what to do when the three pigs are home, horned up, and wanting to play? We send a message to a couple of fuck buddies to come over and play. Our buds arrived at the appointed time and it was only minutes before we were all naked and rutting around like the pigs we are. We headed for the play room and I began eating this sweet ass: After probing with my tongue and lubing it real good with my spit, I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the sling. He eagerly laid back and positioned himself for easy access. One of the things I like about playing with someone in a sling is the positioning of the bottom and the ease of access for the top. His inviting pucker needed some more attention, so I fucked him awhile longer with my tongue, causing him to moan and squirm with delight. My cock was fully engorged with blood, pre-cum dripping on the mat floor. Not letting it go to waste, I scooped my charged juice off the floor and painted his rosebud with the slippery goo. My subject was as primed as I planned him to be, so I rose to my feet, and aimed my fuck tool toward his open invitation. His hole puckered and pulsed with anticipation, so I slowly probed the head of my cock around the opening, teasing his hole. Sliding it in with just spit and cock lube makes a much more natural, tight fit. It also cause my fuck bud a moment to tense before realizing he’d better relax and take it. I pressed on in, steady and slow until I was balls deep. I felt my sack press hard against his ass cheeks as my cock bottomed out. I held the position as he took a hit of poppers. Then I proceeded to pump-slowly at first, until the animal lust took over and I began pounding him like a jackhammer! His hungry hole took it like a champ as our eyes locked on each other. I love the glassed over look in my bottoms eyes as they are locked on mine. The window to his soul was saying “Breed me, Sir. Please…. feed me your load.” I heard him clearly, and he could read my response, although a word was never uttered. Perhaps, the change up in the rhythm, or the deep growling and guttural sounds emerging from my throat was a clue. It had been days since I had shot , and my balls were full. It felt like an electric surge starting in my feet and shooting through my loins and out of my shaft, filling his guts with my spunk. It was shot after shot of hot man juice, coating his insides and lubing it up for my boyfriend to follow. The evening was young, and there was more to cum…… 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 College Cumslut's original blog post... First off, I'd like to thanks everyone for the comments and emails about the Straight Past posts. I was nervous about writing them as I wasn't sure if they'd be well received but I've only gotten positive feedback! And to update you on Sarah, she and I talk/text 3 or 4 times a week. We hung out almost everyday during Winter break. And I have tentative plans to take Jockguy down to Cali to meet her during Spring Break! Back to this post. This is the return of Mike, the hot guy I met in class last summer. If you need a refresher, click here. In the week after our initial hook up, Mike and I hooked up a couple more times. But after our class was over, he left Eugene and went back home for the rest of the summer. When school started back up, he called me. We met up twice but had pretty full, and different, schedules. This term is different. As I have mentioned, last term was horrible for me. It was the first time I have hated school here. This term has been the opposite. My professors are great and my workload is tough but manageable. I also scaled back my hours at work, so I have much more free time on my hands. Despite this, I didn't hear from Mike until last week, a month into the quarter. It was a Tuesday night and I was watching basketball. My phone rang and I answered. "Hello?" "Hey C.C.! It's Mike." "Hey man. How are you?" "Good, good, thanks. How are you?" I responded and Mike and I got caught up on each others lives. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to get together sometime?" Mike asked. "Yeah, of course. When?" "You free now?" Even though I was watching basketball, I wasn't really free. I had a paper and other homework waiting on me. But I really wanted to see him. "Uhhh... yeah, I'm free I guess." Cock always beat out responsibility "Cool. You hungry?" "Ummm, sure. Yeah." "Cool. You ready now? I can pick you up." "Let me hop in the shower. You wanna be here in 15?" "Yeah, sounds good." We hung up and I hopped into action. I ran into my room, stripped, grabbed clean clothes, and headed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and got dressed quickly. I put on a pair of black jeans and a semi-casual red, long sleeved shirt. I hadn't shaved in a couple days and had a healthy amount of stubble. Just as I was finishing with my hair, I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed a jacket and opened the door. "Hey," I said. Mike was as hot as ever. He had on a pair of faded jeans, a white sweater, and a black jacket. "Hey," Mike said, looking me over. "I forgot how hot you were!" I laughed. "I was just thinking the same about you." I closed my door and we headed towards the car. We got caught up with each other a little more as we made our way to the restaurant. We parked and made our way to the restaurant. "So, I wasn't expecting dinner when you called," I said as we glanced over the menu. "Oh yeah? What were you expecting?!" Mike smirked. "The usual "You wanna fuck?" 2 minute conversation." "Well, I still intend on asking that question but I need to load up on some carbs so I have the energy when you say yes." "What makes you think I'm gonna say yes?!" "I'm buying dinner. Plus, you asked me to your apartment after knowing me for 3 hours." Mike gave me a cocky smile. "You saying I'm loose?" "No, I'm just saying you can't resist me and my charm!" "It's not your charm I can't resist, it's your uncut cock!" "That too," Mike laughed. We continued our back and forth until the waiter came and took our orders. Talk turned more tame as we ate our dinner. It was nice actually being out with a guy instead of just hopping in bed. Jockguy is basically the only guy I go out with. All my other hook ups usually start and end in the bedroom. "That was one of the best steaks I've had in a while," Mike said, pushing his empty plate away. "Yeah, mine was good too." I grabbed my beer and finished it off. "I'm definitely gonna have to put out after that." "Was there ever a chance you wouldn't put out?" "No, not really." I smiled "I knew it." "This sets the bar high for you, you know. From now on you are gonna have to buy me dinner before we fuck." "Every time?" "Yup." "Oh well. Your ass is worth it," Mike said, grabbing the check. "Let's get outta here." I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed my jacket and headed to the car. Mike paid the bill and we were soon on our way back to his place. As we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, I reached over and began rubbing Mike's crotch. He started laughing. Within seconds, his cock was pressing firmly against his jeans. We soon pulled into his driveway and headed into his house. He shares a 3 bedroom house with a guy and girl, who happened to be gone. Once inside the house, I pounced. I grabbed Mike and pulled him into a long, deep kiss. "I've been waiting to do that all night," I said, coming up for air. "You shouldn't have waited for so long." "I didn't want to scare off the old couple at the table next to us." Mike grabbed me and led me to his room. He closed his door and took off his jacket and shirt, throwing them to the floor. His hairy chest and treasure trail drove me crazy. I ripped my shirt and jeans off. Mike and I came together and started to make out, very slowly and softly. I let my hands explore his chest, abs, and back. His hands grabbed at my cock and ass. I found his belt with my hands and unbuckled it. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned Mike's jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. Much to my surprise, and delight, Mike's hard, uncut dick popped out. "Free ballin', huh?" I said, taking his cock into my hands. "Yup. It's more time efficient," Mike said, looking down and smiling. I took Mike's cock in my mouth. His soft foreskin felt amazing on my tongue. I have to admit, I have a thing for uncut guys. They feel so soft and smooth in my mouth Mike began bucking his hips and face fucking me. Both hands free, I reached down and undid my jeans, freeing my rock hard cock. Mike continued feeding me his cock. After a couple minutes, Mike pulled out. "Get on the bed, sexy," ordered Mike. I kicked off my jeans and underwear and hopped on the bed, on my back. My crawled onto the bed and on top of me. Our hard cocks met as Mike laid on me. "You still seeing that guy," Mike asked. "Uhhh... Yeah, kinda," I said, thrown off. "Why?" "No reason. I was just thinking I could get used to seeing you naked in my bed." Mike smiled ear to ear. I laughed and felt myself blush. "Are you blushing?!?" "Uhhh, yeah, I guess." "I forgot how shy and awkward you can be." "Nothing gets me more in the mood than being called awkward," I laughed. "You know what I mean." "I do. Now, are you gonna fuck me or tell me how cute I am?!?" "I never said you were cute." "It was implied." With that, Mike pushed himself up and grabbed my legs. He pulled them up and over his shoulders, exposing my waiting hole. Mike leaned forward and spit on my hole, lubing it up. That ALWAYS gets me hot! Mike lined his cock up and slowly pushed forward. After a couple of seconds, I felt him pop in. Mike grabbed my leaking cock and began to slowly stroke it. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper until he had finally bottomed out. He stayed all the way and continued stroking me. "You ready?" Mike asked, after about 30 seconds. "Make me moan." Mike smiled then proceeded to do just that. Pulling nearly all the way out, he slammed back into me, making me moan as he hit my prostrate. He again pulled almost all the way out and slammed all the way back in. I put both arms above my head and pushed against the wall, ensuring he'd get as deep in me as he could. Mike pounded away as I laid on my back, enjoying every inch. We continued in this position for about 5 minutes. "Turn over," Mike said, slapping me on the ass. I did as I was told. I flipped onto my stomach and pushed my ass in the air. I felt Mike's cock push against my hole and slide in. He immediately began pounding me. I began to get in my "Sex Zone", as I like to call it. Everything else in the world stopped and I only thought, felt, dreamed about the fuck I was receiving. I felt Mike's hand grab my hair. He pushed my head down into the bed. I love when guys do that! I began moaning louder and pushing my ass even higher in the air. Mike noticed and gave me a firm smack on the ass. "You like that?!" "Yeah, slap my ass!" Mike obliged and slapped my ass even harder. The stinging only spurred me on. I was moaning very loudly. Mike continued slapping my ass as he pounded it. After about 10 minutes of ass slapping and pounding, I was ready to burst. I had yet to touch my cock but I couldn't take it. I pushed myself up on all fours. "I'm almost there," I announced. Mike reached around my side and grabbed my cock in his hand. He began stroking as fucked me. "Oh my God! Oh fuck!," I yelled. I felt my balls getting ready to empty. Mike continued stroking and pounding. After a couple more seconds, I was ready to explode. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Ahhhhhhh!" Mike stroked me as I blew a HUGE load onto the bed. Line after line of cum painted the sheets below. Mike continued stroking, milking every last drop. I was on a high and almost collapsed on the bed. Getting a jacked off by someone else while getting fucked was SO much better than stroking myself off. I was pulled back into reality when Mike started pounding me again. I immediately forgot about myself and began to try and get Mike off. I pushed back with his every thrust. I clenched my ass around his hot cock. After a couple minutes, Mike was ready to seed me. "I'm there!... Ohhhh FUCK!!!" Mike grabbed my shoulders and slammed into me one last time. His cock exploded deep inside me, covering my insides with his spunk. His cock pulsated in my hole as he emptied his nuts. Mike stayed inside me for a while, not saying a word. Finally, he pulled out, leaving my hole used and sloppy. I laid on my stomach, savoring the moment, and Mike laid on his back next to me. After a couple silent minutes, Mike rolled over towards me, throwing his arm around me. I leaned toward him and we spooned. "That was fucking amazing," Mike said softly into my ear. I turned around so we were stomach to stomach, face to face. "Yes it was," I agreed. I reached forward and met his lips with mine. Laying together naked, we made out until we both dozed off. I woke up about an hour later. Mike was still asleep. I wanted to stay but had too much homework. I quietly got up and got dressed. Before I left, I woke Mike up and told him to call me anytime he wanted. He gave me a kiss and promised he would. On my walk home, I got a call from Jockguy. "Where are you?" he asked. "On my way back to my place." "From where?" "A friend's." That was our code word for hook up "Oh, really? Feel like making it two in one night?" I laughed. "Do you think I'm a whore or something?" "No, of course not. Whores get paid... You're just a slut," Jockguy deadpanned. "Wow, that was a me comment." "Annoying, isn't it?" "Slightly." I paused. I really needed to get home and start my paper. But I was always in the mood to see Jockguy. Sex or not. "Ok," I caved. "I'm a couple blocks away. I'll be there in 5 minutes." I never got the paper started that night. In fact, I never made it home that night. Jockguy and I ended up cuddling on his couch and watching a movie, then went to bed. That encounter is on it's way... More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Tennessee boy wants me to get a group of four men (plus me) to fuck and breed him. Believe me when I say I’d enjoy making this little fucker’s dream cum true. Are you a top (or versatile who can get it up and keep it there) in the Atlanta area? Please e-mail me at iblastinside@gmail.com. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here The weekend started out with me, a group of friends and my husband all in the mood for some hot action. The weather was unseasonably warm and you know that brings out the horny in everyone. Saturday night we were in a club and I buried my cock up the ass of two guys, and had the pleasure of swallowing some hot cocks and even a couple of loads.... But the real fun for me was on Sunday. Superbowl parties can be ok, however I find that when the game is on and those of that would rather suck and fuck it is easier to sneak away and partake. One friend was walking down the street and I was on my way back to the club and my husband. Our friend came along but he also mentioned that he was horny. In the past I have made the offer to swallow his uncut cock and he knows what I can do with my tongue. He is concerned about his employer and so the public scene is not ideal. I told him that I could take him somewhere that was public but very quiet and we would not be interrupted. Eventually his hormones took over and we agreed to head up the street. He went in first and I followed behind. I walked up to him and pulled out that thick uncut cock. Foreskin hanging over the head ( my husbands favorite version) and those cum filled balls just hanging so low. Right away I took his cock and began sucking and working my tongue up under that hood.. My friend has a thick cock and I never realized how massive his balls were until I was holding them in my hand while his cock was buried to the base. As I worked my tongue under that skin and stroked his shaft, he got closer to the edge. Once I felt him starting to swell and his breathing began to get heavier I knew it was time. With a nice loud grunt he started spewing the first load of cum into my mouth. My filled instantly due to the volume and I swallowed it eagerly. Hot, sweet and thick cum...perfect way to end a superbowl party. The second load of my afternoon came soon after. I was walking by the bathroom and caught the eye of a hot man sitting nearby. After I headed into the trough area, he followed along. Both of were standing there smiling and once I knew he was up for some action I got down to business. We were alone in the bathroom so I had no problem with just leaning over and sucking his thick cock. Nice big mushroom head, thick straight shaft and all attached to a 6'3" lean swimmer's frame. He was a turned on as me and was leaking pre cum like a faucet. Once he knew I wanted to take the whole cock, he started fucking my throat right there. Fast and furious pounding and I was holding myself up so that he could just piston fuck my face. As it usually happens when you are at a urinal or trough, the excitement builds quickly and he was soon yelling out that he was unloading and I had to swallow fast to catch it all. Damn, so fucking thick and tasty. Now, for the third load I actually had the chance to swallow a buddy that I have fluffed over the past few years in many locations. Bars, patios, alleys...anywhere that we all gather and I can take it out. The picture is one taken by a friend of ours and it does not do justice to how this this cock really is. Even I have to stretch to get it all in but when it goes down, it goes all the way down. I had run into this guy late in the afternoon and told him that he should meet me at another location where I frequent and I can suck him off. He said the sounded good. Sometimes he and I cross paths but today I still hungry after my two loads and when I went looking for me, who do I see getting sucked? Yep, my extra hung thick buddy. He sees me and right away he wants my mouth on his head and the shaft down my throat. Because it is a popular cock, I plan to wait but he has other ideas and pushed the cocksucker that is on his cock to the side. I go right down and begin to work his load out. Well, sometimes cock sucking is a contact sport. The guy that was politely told no kept trying to get back in and my buddy was doing his best to keep my mouth on him. Eventually I could see that we would be better off moving to another spot. I stood up and walked over, and he followed along. That gave us a moment for everyone to acknowledge that we were to finish together. The crowd gathered around and I got back down on his cock....and oh, it was not long before I was being white washed in sperm. All sides of my beard, on my lips and some splattered onto my tongue. More...

Click here to see Midtown Mutt's original blog post... I had a great fuck the other day that really turned the tables from what I was expecting. Firstly, this guy was smoking-hot and I think a bit out of my league, and he is partnered. However, he sent me a message on A4A and wanted to fuck me. His exact words were to ask me if I'd let him put his cock in me which led me to think he was a 100% top and of course I said yes! But you know what happens when you assume. I met him at his place at the appointed time and he was as hot in real life as his profile: blond, blue, buff. We headed to his bedroom, which was pretty dark. In fact it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to be able to see much detail as we both stripped. The guy was indeed buff as hell with a lean, muscular build, a hairless chest and a thick cock, which his profile said was 8 inches hard. He laid down on the edge of the bed with his legs on the floor and I got on top of him and we started to make out. I was very aggressive with him and he reciprocated as our tongues were in each other's mouths, and I was licking his neck and shoulders. I started to lick his nips and he pushed me down, so I moved down to suck his big cock, but then he pulled me up so I was in between his legs. My cockhead was at his hole. Now, I'm pretty up-front that I'm not well-hung, and I certainly was not as hung as Mr. Top Stud. But my cock was on automatic pilot as I slid into Top Man's hole, and he seemed to like it. I know I did! As I fucked this stud, I continued to kiss him as his legs wrapped around my waist. He was verbal and egged me on to keep fucking him hard. I was hitting his prostate every time I pushed back into him and we both enjoyed it immensely. After about 15 minutes of pounding Top Stud, I felt close to cumming. I shot my hot load into him while I was balls deep in his ass and he savored every drop. Now this is unusual for me: I stayed rock hard in the guy after cumming and kept fucking him. About three minutes later I came in him again. Very rare. I think he enjoyed getting a back-to-back double-breeding. Through getting fucked, Top Stud did not really get hard, but I'm often not hard when I'm getting pounded. So I didn't think much of it. When I arrived at Top Stud's place, I was determined to get his cock, so with him still on his back, I straddled his waist and pointed his semi-hard cock at my hole. He grabbed his cock and pushed it into me. I rode him for a few minutes but he popped out of me. So he pushed me onto my stomach and got on top of my back and mounted my ass. He pushed his fat cock in me and proceeded to fuck me hard for about ten minutes. He grunted as he came in me. All in all, it was a great time, but I don't have expectations of a repeat. Although, one should never assume. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... the first night of my trip brought a pleasant surprise...a young tight oriental asshole to probe and fuck until i had released all of my frustrations deep into. i hadn't been such an active top in a long, long time. it awakened a deep itch that i just knew i would need to continue to scratch...whether on this trip or later down the road. the next night i returned to a more usual routine. this time i got done with work early...like 4pm. i was able to get back to my hotel room and post an ad on craigslist for the usual "anonymous blowjobs and a bit of ass if you need it" session. i got a ton of responses...mostly guys looking to stop by after they left work and went home (or to the pub). i got showered, cleaned out, put on my jockstrap and a blindfold and then tried to keep up with the responses....but was quickly overwhelmed when the first cock showed up about 15 minutes from my first posting the ad... he was literally right around the corner with a 5 day load that needed to be drained. it was a nice long fat 8 incher what responded well to a warm wet mouth. i took my time despite my eagerness and used my mouth and lips on the fat head to warm him up. the poppers put me in a cock-sucking zone and soon i was working that cock until it was lodged in my throat and found a good cock-sucking rhythm. oddly, after all the cocks i have sucked...i found a new technique on this cock and work his cockhead with my throat in a new and seemingly very stimulating way. it wasn't a few minutes after that when i felt his hand on the back of my head and he humped his cock in my throat as it spasmed and spewed a big thick creamy load. load #1 on what would turn out to be a pretty big night of hosting anonymous blowjobs. he filled my belly and i kept sucking until he started to deflate. pulling his cock from my mouth he pulled his pants up, zipped up and whispered "thanks" as he turned and left. and then i was alone again. i got up and worked the e-mails but was soon joined by another visitor. i replaced the blindfold and resumed my position just inside the darkened room and listened to the stranger step inside and taking off his coat and unzipping his pants as he stepped forward. soon i had a nice 7 inch cock in my warm mouth and began servicing this needy stranger. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... This may or may not be me in a harness. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... [/url]Sometimes when you visit an adult book store or bathhouse or gay sex club, you strike out. It’s slow, a place full of attitude and lackluster people. Here’s a few more tips, as a companion to my previous pieces on Bathhouses and Gloryhole Etiquette to help out on dry days. More than anything, it takes patience but here’s more to help you out. Notify the world before you’re going I usually put a post on Craigslist and a bareback site or two that I’m headed to get some action. ALWAYS include a photo. I make it easier by putting out my phone number to text me. You may be worried about this so consider a disposable phone or get a Google Voice number (http://google.com/voice) attached to your number. Problem with the Google Voice number: Can’t send or receive images. But it will allow you to hide your identity. The other great reason to do this is you’ll get a lot of responses from people close by who will make offers but won’t meet you there. They’re your back-up plans if you don’t get what you want. Make eye contact You can always say “no thanks” later if you’re not into the guy, but eye contact is the key to getting action. People don’t always go alone, so you might be able to work up the chain from one mediocre looking guy to his better-looking friend or lover. Hide for a while There’s nothing worse than the same tired people wandering around and looking desperate. Go to a room or booth or somewhere and stay for 30 minutes to an hour. Don’t leave Don’t move. If you’re in a public area, just hang, relax and watch the world go by. Even if you see something of interest, DO NOT PURSUE (he’ll come back for you if he’s interested). After a while, you get back up and wander around. You’ll have a fresh crowd. It’s even better if the place offers in-out privileges (most places don’t) and you can take a break. Remember the best times to wander. Around lunch (11:30 a.m. to 2 p.m.), after work (4:30 p.m. to 7 p.m.) and after the bars close (your cities vary). Pay attention to local events I’m in Atlanta. I know when the Braves, Falcons, Georgia Tech, Hawks or Thrashers have a home game. I am more likely to get butch, horny guys after those events end. The places will also be crowded after major gay-attracting events like a Lady Gaga concert or Kathy Griffin stand-up (bottoms! yay!). Bring your own companion Look, I am not a hot enchilada on my own. I’ve got a respectable size cock and on a scale of 1 to 10, I know I’m in the average area. So I have a couple of bottom and versatile friends, equally the same (slightly better looking in a couple of cases) and we buddy up. If we’re both striking out, we will start fooling around with each other in a room or booth. THIS ATTRACTS ATTENTION. It has a multiplying effect. We’re not really there for each other. He’s had my loads numerous times. He wants others. So when I start fucking around with him, it’s a ruse to get others involved. If I’m a six (being generous) and he’s a seven, we don’t look like the average of 6½. We look more like an 8 to the people there, being there’s an exponential gain, especially since we’ll be playing bareback. My job is not to occupy his hole but to offer it up to others. His job is to identify bottoms for me to fuck as well. It takes trust in one another and no egos. Learn the Rhythms Every city and every place has its own rhythms. I can tell you that Wednesdays in Atlanta will always suck, no matter what I do to try and minimize that. You have to invest the time and effort to figure out what works best for your city and your places. Ask people. Ask online. Try it out on your own. More...

Cory Koons is a porn star - originally for 'mainstream' producers like Playgirl, but more recently for more raunchier producers like Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... My immediate reaction is to retreat, and I have definitely retreated in the past couple months. It hasn't all been my doing: any time I start to become able to stand on my own two feet, life decides to knock me the fuck down. When I started doing porn again I promised myself to be a normal porn <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">s More...

Cory Koons is a porn star - originally for 'mainstream' producers like Playgirl, but more recently for more raunchier producers like Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... Mind you, this was last summer. I fucked my hip up in November and have barely been able to walk, let alone lift weights. But hot damn, I looked good! More...

Click here to see Alpha Pig Top & Sissy Bottom's original blog post... I absolutely love SPB's wet hairy cunt! I have never found a hole that wraps around and cradles my cock in just the right way! We both agree that his pussy and my cock were made for each other! You can tell in the videos we have made so far that the sexual connection is undeniable! That's what makes the sex, fucking, making love so damn hot and heavy! There is a genuine desire we have for each other and it translates into the videos we make and even some of the still pics we have posted! <div align="center">We appreciate all the great feed back and comments! Please keep them coming! Also if anyone has any requests feel free to post as a comment and we will see what we can do about turning them into a future post on our blog! More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... One of my titleholder buddies was holding a fundraiser. A BBQ/Superbowl party at the leatherstore here in LA. It was a blast, hot guys, funtimes, drinks, and food. There was this hot muscle guy that caught my eye from the beginning. Short, brown skin, tats, and muscled. He was shirtless and wearing army camo pants. He had HUGE nipples which instantly got my attention, and I tweaked them, worked them, tugged and twisted them while making out at the party. "Fuck, my nipples are connection to my hole man, and my hole is fucking hungry for some dick." "I'll fuck you." I whispered. "I'll fuck you and dump a hot load in your ass." "Now you're talking fucker, I love cum in my ass, I fucking need it." He was nervous about doing anything where we could be seen, so we just kissed and teased each other. Part of the fundraiser was this black box, a guy would go in the box and undress, and other guys would stick dollar bills in and grope around. The latin and I went in together, making out completely naked while guys rubbed our naked dicks and bodies. I stuck my raw dick inside of him and he mentioned how thick it was and how badly he wanted it. We got dressed and went upstairs into the dressing room, closed the curtains and I ate his big furry latin muscle hole. I lined up my dick to his soft and eaten ass and slid in. His hole felt amazing, and he was grinding back onto my dick, riding it a bit, I grabbed his waist and fucked him. The curtain opened and men watched as I barebacked this hot latino muscle stud. I kept fucking his wet hole and he began to beg for my load. I pulled out and jammed it back into, setting off me dumping a huge load into his muscle butt. We dressed and left, guys smiling as he left the dressing room. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... For the month of March I will be on my own. My partner is heading out of town for the month and I will stay at home. With that said, there are lots of things to consider. There is a list of things I "should" do as opposed to "can" do and it is not clear right now which one will win out. First, I should spend time in the backyard getting the garden set for Spring. I should clean house and do projects that never seem to get done. Seems my partner is always either where I want to do the project or he can't deal with the smell of chemicals and/or paints. I should also do some reading and writing. The "should" list goes on and on... But, there is always another side of me to contend with. On March 12 there is another bareback party planned in San Francisco. Unlike previous parties where I really needed to get home by midnight or so I will have no such constriction. The last party I went to I tried my best to set records for both cocks and loads taken. I managed eight cocks (matching my previous record) but received zero loads. I am fairly sure the reason for no loads that time was my leaving before guys were ready to cum. They were all fucking and enjoying their cocks but not at all ready to shoot their loads and conclude their evening. This time? Well, I could staying all the way to the end... So, that Saturday night I should stay home and snuggle with the animals, perhaps hit the gym, have a glass of wine and go to bed early. I really should... Instead, I might be out getting my ass stuffed with cock, starting with Folsom Gulch where I could try to get the three loads I need to match my current record before heading to the party where I could possibly get to maybe a dozen loads in one night for the first time. I really should steer clear of that party... Yes, I really should... But, if tonight were the night, I do not think "should" would stand much of a chance... More...

Click here to see Alpha Pig Top & Sissy Bottom's original blog post... Hey guys! Just wanted to give you all an update on the cum collection to date! Since shooting the initial cum collection vid http://rawadventuresofaptandspb.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-cum-collection-for-massive.html I am up to 27 loads! You can see I had to upgrade to a larger cum tub to accommodate all the loads. The one in the vid was way too small and I wanted a huge cum-cube! So we are at about 27% to the 100 load goal! Will post another update once I get the cum tub up to about 50 piggishly frozen cum wads! Feel free to check back often as we do update weekly. Also don't forget to sign up as a follower as well as leave your comments! Feedback is always awesome! More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... Two nights ago I got my cunt fucked deep and hard by a hot haitian black guy whose cock was a definite grower. We had hooked up once and his 9.5 in dick had been too much for me so I wasn't particularly high on his re-fuck list. But fast forward a few months hes at my place, naked on my bed getting the best head he's ever gotten, spitting into my hole and stretching it open. In preparation for this fucker I had smoked up some pot and nothing gets me hornier and hungrier. I turn around and rub some elbow grease on his knob and take a hit of pot and then sniff some poppers and down I slide until the base of his heat-radiating shaft is against my ass. I know from my last experience that even though right now its all peachy, hes standing at 8, and its going to get to 9.5 while we fuck. and boy do we--the guy is all about hard quick strokes and bi-talk and i can get with that, he flips me over on my stomach, starts comparing me to his gf, when his phone rings. "speak of the devil" he says. "I'm going to have to end his soon." shit and I was really enjoying this I thought. So he puts me on my back, legs up and spread, he leans forward and starts to make out and slam REALLY HARD. now usually i can take thick cocks and thick cocks that slam hard after im opened up but long cocks are a whole different ball game. there is no pleasurable pain associated with them, its weird sensations. "fuck im cumming" and he does. he pulls his cock and makes me clean it, deep throat it and generally just milk the last of his juices. and so here i am, on my bed, stoned, poppered up, cum leaking out my destroyed pussy, but not the least bit satiated. I call this latino guy as soon as the haitian is out the door. Now the 411 on this latino guy. He's a self identified pig cub. He's stout, kinda ugly but a total perv with a thick 6 inch cock. I tell him I got a cummy hole and i need to get off. 20 minutes later he's in me, grunting away like a little pig, pulling out, eating my hole, pushing his cock back in, loving how sloppy my hole is. he's covered in sweat and im getting turned on and i slap him. slap him hard in the face. "youre a piece of shit ugly fuck whose lucky to fuck this grade-a pussy." that pushes him over the edge and he starts to buck as he floods my guts with his cum. seeing im close he keeps slamming himself against me, willing his dick not to go soft and i shoot all over his face, which he hungry gobbles up. then he flips me over and eats out my hole, my legs, licking it all clean. im stoned and passing out and he begins to fuck me again... when I wake up at 4 am he's gone. I know he fucked me once more when i was passed out. i guess he's not the only pig cub. More...

Click here to see Wholesome Pig's original blog post... I apologize for jumping the gun here guys! I have over a month's worth of posts to cover, and I have been terribly neglectful of my blog since immersing myself in the twitterverse. But tonight's session was so HOT, I am suspending all other actions until I complete this post. Forgive me if the grammar, spelling, punctuation, et al is not perfect. Forgive me if a dangle a participle! I'll go back and proofread better, but I want to get this shit UP, post-haste! Keep in mind, the video is actually audio. The room was very dark, and the iPhone didn't pick up anything but the sound of three very horny guys having a great time! When I complete my edits, this paragraph & the audio will disappear, so enjoy while you can. *** I had a long, weird night that involved me spending WAY to much time in an incredibly wholesome environment while reading seriously X-rated tweets. To say I was horny is an understatement. I didn't get home until after midnight, so I really had no intention on getting too much action. I logged on to the usual sites (BBRT & A4A) and expected the usual lackluster, Thursday response. When I logged on the A4A, I saw a guy online who is one of my regular fucks. He's an anonymous, bareback bottom who loves to get bred. He is an incredibly sexy man who doesn't even realize it (or believe me when I tell him.) He's a little shorter than me, with a dark complexion, and short, wavy, dark hair. He has an impish smile (that I never saw until about the third time I fucked him.) At this point in our sexual relationship, I've talked to him, I've laughed with him, and we've exchanged numbers. He's no longer really "anonymous" to me - hence the scare quotes in the title! I really like this guy. He's sweet, engaging, slutty, and usually his asshole contains 4-12 cumloads any time I go see him. I have posted pics of him on my Tumblr feed. Here's one of them. There are several more on there. But let's forget the past and focus on the now! I got to his house tonight, and followed the usual routine. The door was ajar, and I entered the living room and went straight back to his bedroom. When I walked in, he was ass up in the bed waiting for me. At this point, I treated him like an anonymous cumwhore. I was so fucking hot for his ass, I just tore off my clothes and threw them on the floor. I was so fucking horned up I didn't even put my contacts in, so I dropped my glasses on the nightstand next to the bed. I said, "What have you been up to slut? How many fucking loads have you taken tonight?" He said with a little laugh, "I think about seven?" I berated him for not even knowing how many men came in his fucking ass. I was secretly delighted. The best way for me to get hard with him is to get down to this slut's fuckhole and get a taste. I knelt on the floor, leaned in, and took a whiff. That unmistakable smell of man-ass musk mixed with semen hit my nostrils, and a second later my tongue was worming in to find some of what other men had left behind. The little fucker moaned while my mouth assaulted his battered hole. He tasted great, but whatever cum was in there was buried deep. I was gonna' have to work to get a real taste. By this point, I was rock hard. I stood up, smeared some saliva on my cock, and lined it up with his hole. He has a gifted ass that just opens up & takes a cock. I've seen him get fucked by a FAT 9-incher, and I know this little cum-dump can take a power fuck. So I just started in. While I was fucking him, the little tramp picked up his phone and started typing! I asked, "What are you doing?" He said, "Someone else is on his way over." I told him I loved that he was still cruising for dick when I was fucking him. So I picked up my phone and started Tweeting. I told him I was posting on Twitter how I was fucking my little slut bottom. He fucking LOVED it. Fuck that ass! At this point, I slowed my pace. I was not interested in blowing my load. I wanted to watch my little cumdump get bred. In the only other three-way we had, the other top couldn't come from fucking. He jerked his 9 inch dick in my cum-dump's mouth. Okay - it was while I was kissing the boy. But still - I wanted to taste a fresh load out of my beautiful bottom slut's ass. Yep. There's some cum on there.I continued to fuck my toy for a while. And every once in a while, I would dive down for a little taste of what that hot bubble-butt had to offer. He was starting to develop a really strong smell of cum from his ass. And the flavor was starting to get tangy and yummy. The juices were flowing, and that made me even more horny! But I wasn't getting that heavy froth out of him that you can get when the cum really coats your dick during a solid fuck. Hot bottom with a hard cock!My solution - flip that fucker over! I figured, from this angle, I could get a little deeper into his hole and really get some of that trapped sperm out of that asshole! Let me tell you - I was in the puddle. I could feel it gurgling all around my cock. But damn - I could not that little cumslut's ass to release enough of what I wanted. One benefit of flipping over though was I got to see how damn hard his cock is when I'm pounding him! (He likes me, he really likes me!) Of course, while he's face up getting pounded like a filthy whore, he picked up his phone and started texting again. "He's just around the corner," he moaned. I continued pounding this boy, and we waited for the other top to arrive. Okay - true confessions: I LOVE a good tag-team. There is nothing like sharing a willing, capable bottom who appreciates what more than one top can give him. But let's face it - good tops are fucking rare. More often than not, tag-teams and gang-bangs I have attended meant I was the only hard dick in the room servicing a bunch of "tops" who are too tweaked out to get a boner to properly fuck the bottom. Or the top comes in and his energy is just fucked up, for a myriad of reasons. Or he's just a beast. Either way, I was holding my breath when I heard the security system go "beep." And then a hulking shadow comes around the corner. He was tall. He was bald. He was kind of heavy. And hot as HELL! He comes up and asks, "How is the little slut's hole?" The right attitude, right off the bat! He stripped down pretty quickly after I said, "Fucking wet with a lot of cum!" He got naked, and I did a quick once over. What a beautiful fucking face! Shaved head. Strong features. Looked Latino. His body was exactly what "Football player build" should mean. He had a strong upper body, with broad shoulders and a beautiful chest. He carried a little bit of extra weight around the middle. His dick didn't look to impressive, but I figured I just wanted his cum in the boy anyway! He jumped up on the bed to get a blow job, and started reaching in to spread the slut's ass cheeks and feel my cock sliding in and out of the wet ass. I told him I had been taking pictures of the boy taking my cock. He said, "I love having my picture taken!" How had I never met this man before? Top buddy offers helping handsFinally, he jumped off the bed and said, "I'm ready!" Well - shame on me for assessing that cock in flaccid state. "Grower not a shower," applied in this case! He paused while I aimed the camera in the direction of that ass and captured a perfect shot of pre-entry. As you can see from the pic, he has a beautiful flared head on his cock. And we all know what a flared head does in a cum-filled ass! This is a respectable cock! He went after this little fuckers ass with gusto! He gave a damn strong power fuck. And the way he was acting, I thought he was gonna' make an immediate deposit. Nope! He pulled out and said, "Your turn!" I dove down and tasted his cock. That's what I was after! That flared head had pulled so much cum out that cum-dumps hole I tasted and felt it. Then I grabbed a taste of our bottom's ass. FUCK! I was full-on felching, and I was in heaven! I stood up to continue the fuck, and my new top-buddy grabbed me, and laid a huge kiss on me. I pushed the cum I still had in my mouth into his, and we swapped over a half-dozen men's sperm! We continued this pattern for several minutes. At one point, while I was fucking, the other top said, "We need more sluts like this!" I responded, "I'm telling ya'!" I continued fucking for several seconds, and our bottom retorted, "Who's a slut?" I love to laugh when I'm fucking! We were a REALLY great trio! Look at the mitts on this guy!My turn! I see poppers!Go ahead, man!Drill that hole! Finally, our bottom boy asked if he could flip on his back. Sure! So we fucked him for a few more minutes like that, then bottom boy asked for a break. We're nice guys, so of course we said yes. Then we made out and sucked each other's cocks while our bottom was taking a piss. Then bottom boy cam back, and it was time to get to work. This time, he crawled up on the bed, and my top bud followed and starting fucking him while kneeling behind the boy. He stopped and offered that sexy ass to me again. I jumped at it, of course. This time, cum actually started running out of his ass into my mouth. It was fucking amazing! And so fucking delicious! Now, every time I got a load of cum out of boy's ass, he and I kissed passionately and shared that silken fluid with each other. It was primal bonding, and it was amazing. "I'm getting ready to breed him!" Finally, he pushed our bottom onto the bed and really started drilling the fucking guy. I dove into my top bud's ass and started rimming his hole while he fucked like a demon! I stood back again and started taking pictures again. Suddenly he shouted "I'm getting ready to breed him!" So I went back to rubbing my cock on his ass and rubbing his nuts and prostate. I was egging him on, ordering him to breed him. I told him to tell our boy when he was shooting, and then he moaned, "I'm cumming!" It was amazing! He came in his ass, and stayed in for a minute, making sure that hot ass milked most of his juice out. But my top buddy knew who I was, 'cause as soon as he pulled out, he grabbed my head and shoved it onto his cock. I felt a few more drops of his sperm leak out onto my tongue. His cock tasted fantastic. And then when I tasted our well-used bottom - FUCK! It was incredible! I got a mouthful of cum, and then brought my rod up to the hole. I fucked the boy for a minute, dove back down to felch even more semen from his cum-loaded ass and went back up to finish myself off. I started pumping pretty furiously. I felt the edge of the orgasm for far longer than I normally do. I was *right there* for what seemed like and eternity. And then it happened - I had an orgasm that felt like it came from the depths of my soul! As I emptied into his ass, I counted at least eight big shots of cum out of my dick. I'm a big cummer on an average day. This cumshot was HUGE! And I just started yelling and jabbering! I don't usually wax poetic about this stuff, but the energy of the three of us was so incredibly powerful. We all felt it. It was sexual magic. As I shot, I cursed. I said, "fuck" a lot. I yelled about shit. I shouted to God. And then I laughed. As my orgasm subsided, I laughed like a nut! It was a deep emotional release, and it was real. I haven't cum like that in a while. You never know when those special moments are gonna' happen, so cherish them when they do! And now it's time for bed... More...

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To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to bud's house yesterday to drink beer and fuck. He's got a great hole and loves me unloading in him. He's always clean, ready, and eager to please. Sliding into his hole is like sliding into satin sheets. More...

Click here to see College Cumslut's original blog post... "I'm so sorry for the last 2 years. I'm sorr-" "No, don't be," Sarah interrupted. "You had every right. I fucked up." "I know but I should have gotten over it quicker. You mean too much to me to have shut you out for so long." "Thank you." Sarah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm hungry and we need to talk. Let's go grab some food." She leaped up and walked towards the front door, grabbing her coat. God I missed her. I quickly got up, threw my coat on, and followed her to my car. "Where to?" I asked, pulling out of the driveway. "I don't know. Nothing is going to be open." "Let's grab something and bring it back here." Sarah ok'd my plan and we were off. After arguing about where to go, Sarah won out and we went to Subway (I was hoping for Taco Bell. After the recent news about them, I'm glad Sarah convinced me otherwise lol). While in line watching our sandwiches get made, Sarah nonchalantly wrapped her arm around my waist. In fact, I don't think she realized she was doing because at the time she telling our sandwich maker she wanted extra tomatoes. I didn't really know what to do. Was she just being friendly? Was she hitting on me? I kind of put my arm around her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice. When it was time to pay, Sarah pushed my hand aside and paid. "You didn't have to do that," I said, getting in the car. "Yeah I did. I owe you." "You think THIS," I said, holding up my sub, "is going to make up for you breaking my heart?" "We could head downtown and I could buy you another type of footlong, if ya know what I mean." "Oh God. I get to hear you make "C.C. likes penis" jokes now?" Sarah started laughing. "Just drive. We have plenty of time to talk about you liking guys." When we got back to Sarah's house, we grabbed some drinks and headed up to her room and ate our food. "Your parents won't mind if I'm up here?" "They never really cared before. They trust me, you know that." "They shouldn't. You and I used to get very, very naked in here!" "Yes, yes we did. And we used to get very naked in the bathroom. And the kitchen. And the family room. And the garden shed that one time." "Oh my God! I totally forgot about that! That was... That was A LOT of fun." I said, as I started to blush. Sarah grabbed her drink and laid on her bed. "That's one of the reasons I was so surprised when Jason told me you were gay." I got up from the desk chair I was in and joined Sarah on the bed. I grabbed some pillows and propped myself up against the headboard, knowing this conversation would last a while. "So, you didn't know I was before?" "Not really. After Jason told me, a couple things started making more sense. But I didn't know." "How'd you take it?" I asked, curious about her feelings. "It was... I... It felt weird. On some level it fit and something clicked and I thought "That makes sense." But another part of me was seriously surprised. Like shocked. I didn't believe Jason at first. I thought he was being an idiot, trying to make me stop badgering him. But he told me in a serious tone that he wasn't joking. I was shocked." "That's funny because Jason wasn't really shocked. He said he had suspected something was up for a while." "He said you haven't told your family yet?" "Nope. Haven't told any of them." "Not even your brothers or cousins?" "Nope." "Why not?" "I don't know. I just can't get myself to." Sarah grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. "I'd think they'd be the first you tell." "I know. I think about it every day but... I just can't can't do it." At this point, I got a little choked up. And I am not one to cry. At all. I like to keep those emotions buried deep down lol. Sarah reached up and wiped a tear from my eye. It was only the second time I had ever cried in front of her. "Hey. It's ok. You'll do it when it's right. And I know how much your family loves you. It will be ok." She leaned in and hugged me. "Thanks." I said, hugging her tightly. "You mind if I ask some questions?" Sarah asked, pulling out of the hug. "Yes, I like getting fucked and yes, I can give head better than you." "C.C.!" Sarah shrieked. "Oh my God, you are sick!" She punched me in the stomach. I rolled over laughing. "That is NOT what I wanted to know. And nobody gives head as well as I do!" She was kind of right. She gave REALLY good head. But I didn't have the heart, or the courage, to tell her I knew at least 4 guys who do it better. "Ok, ask away." "When did you know?" "I kinda always knew." "Even when we were together?" "Before then. I knew something was different when I in first and second grade. I can't explain it, I just knew I was different. I didn't realize until about 5th or 6th grade that the difference was that I liked boys." Sarah dropped her head and softly asked her next question. "So, was everything between us fake then?" "What? Of course not! How could you ask that?" "I can ask that because you're gay!" Sarah said in a very serious tone. "Babe, I loved you with all my heart. I wanted to MARRY you. I put aside my attraction towards guys because I loved you so much. In fact, if you hadn't broke up with me I would have never tried being with a guy. I was all yours." "That doesn't sound like you're gay to me." "Fuck the labels. In my life I have loved two people. You and the guy I'm seeing now. A guy and a girl. I don't care what you call it." "I just... After I found out, part of me was pissed at you. I was mad because YOU didn't tell me. And I was mad because I thought it meant our relationship was a lie." "It wasn't a lie. Everything I said and felt was the honest-to-God truth. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to fuck things up." "I wouldn't have cared. You know that. I love and loved everything about you. I worshiped you," Sarah said, shedding a tear. "I was sooo young. I hadn't even BEEN with a guy yet. And I thought there was no sense in telling you because we were going to be together forever and I wouldn't ever have to worry about guys. You were all I needed." I reached out and pulled Sarah into me. I wrapped my arm around her and she rest her head on my chest. "I was SO mad at you when you broke up with me. I was SO mad. You led me along all summer. You had plenty of time to call it off but you waited and waited. But part of me was angry at you because I knew I had to confront my own problems. I knew I had to confront liking guys. Part of the reason I was so pissed at you is because I blamed you for it. I blamed you for pushing me in that direction. Looking back though, I have to thank you. You made it ok for me to explore. You breaking my heart ended up doing me good in the long-run." Sarah squeezed me tightly and began to cry. I held her, tears rolling down my cheek. For the next hour, Sarah and I laid on her bed, embracing, not saying a word. I didn't want to talk about "us" anymore. I had finally gotten things out in the open and off my chest. I felt relieved. At some point, I drifted to sleep. I came to when I heard Sarah open her closet door. I glanced over and saw that she had changed into her "pajamas" - a dark blue wife-beater and panties. I watched her as she moved and straightened things up in her closet. She still had the hottest ass and legs I've ever seen. For a girl, of course "Stop looking at my ass," Sarah said, startling me. She had always had an uncanny ability to catch me looking at her, even when her back was to me. "How the fuck do you do that?" I asked, laughing. "I know you too well. You were always an ass guy. That should have been my first clue." Sarah closed the closet door and got on the bed next to me. I was still half laying down and she was to my right, sitting on the bed. "So," she said, grabbing a crap load of pillows," tell me about the guy." She used the pillows to prop herself up. She leaned back and sprawled her legs across my lap. "You might as well give me a foot and leg rub while you're at it," she added, smiling. I grabbed her right foot and started talking. "Well, what would you like to know?" "Everything." "You have a starting point I should begin at?" "Umm, how about a name and how you met, Genius." I grabbed Sarah's inner thigh and began to squeeze. She started squealing and laughing. She flailed her legs and finally broke from my ticklish grip. "Asshole!" she said, throwing a pillow at me. "I missed doing that," I smiled. "Ok, back to business." Sarah got seated and promptly thrust her feet in my lap. "His name is Jockguy," I said, rubbing her feet. "He goes to UO." "How'd you meet?" "Ummm... Well... It's kind of embarassing." "This from the guy who told his ex girlfriend he gives better blowjobs than she does!" "Fair point. We met online." "That's not embarrassing. A lot of my friends do online dating." I went to tell her that Craigslist isn't exactly online dating but decided not too. "Ok, good. Well, yeah. We met online. We talked for a month or so before meeting. Neither of us was out. We ended up meeting for the first time at the Civil War last year." "Oh my God, your first date was a football game?! He's just like you, isn't he?" "What is THAT supposed to mean?" "He's a sports-crazy, testosterone filled jock." "Oh. Well, then yes, he is like me." "Dear Lord. There are two of you?!?" I reached for her thigh but she slapped my hand away. "I'm sorry! Continue!" "That's what I thought! Anyways... So yeah, the Civil War was our first date." "So, you've been together a year?" Sarah asked in a surprised voice. "Uhhh, kinda." "What does kinda mean?" "It's complicated. We are basically a couple but we've never talked about it. We've never talked about being exclusive or anything." "But are you exclusive?" "Ummm, not really," I replied with nervous laughter. "Oh my God, you little slut!" Sarah laughed. All I could do was laugh. "You have a picture of him?" she asked. I grabbed my phone, found a picture of Jockguy, and handed it to her. She studied it for a while without saying anything. Finally, she looked up. "I hate you." "What? Why?" I laughed. "He is hotter than any guy I've hooked up with at school!" "Well, duh. Grade A bait like this catches only the best," I said, running my hand up and down in front of myself. Sarah gave me a dirty look and rolled her eyes. "I'm seriously jealous," she said, looking back at Jockguy's pic. "Yeah, you should be. He's pretty awesome." "So, what's he like?" she asked, handing me back the phone. "Funny, smart, charismatic, sarcastic, sweet, real." I could feel myself smiling like an idiot. But I couldn't help it. Jockguy makes me like that. "You really like him, don't you?" I nodded my head. "I really, really do. I love him." Sarah swung her legs around and crawled over to me, giving me hug. "I am SO happy for you." She kissed me on the cheek. She cuddled up to me and laid her head on my chest. "So, why aren't you guys exclusive?" "Well, I guess you could say I'm making up for lost time." I said with a laugh. "Just you?" "No. He's as new to guys as I am. We both have our fun on the side. It's kind of an unspoken agreement." "I see." A pause and silence fell over the room. I began to rub Sarah's shoulder. She began tracing her finger up and down my abs. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes. "What are you thinking?" "How we never properly had break-up sex." I said with a huge grin. "Me too." I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a squeeze. With that, Sarah crawled on top of me and we began kissing. I kicked off my shoes and Sarah pulled off her tanktop. I grabbed her and pulled her into me. Within seconds we were both naked. And I was transported back in time to this room, this feeling, this girl. Everything was familiar yet new. Her skin was soft. Hair smelled the same. Her touch was the same. She tasted the same. Yet every sensation and feeling seemed new. I hadn't experienced a woman in such a long time. There body, smell, skin, and touch are so different than a guy's. And I was different. I took control. I picked her up and moved her. I flipped her over on her back and minutes later, flipped her back on top of me. It was such a change from sex with guys. And not a bad one. When we were finished, Sarah's naked body clung to mine like a blanket. I was physically and emotionally drained. I was exhausted and in a sex haze. Before I knew it, I had drifted to sleep. I awoke about an hour later. Sarah was cuddled up to me, asleep, head on my chest. She was topless but had put on her panties. I gently shook her awake. "Sarah. Babe." She opened her eyes. "I should probably go before your parents get up." "No," she said, pulling me back into bed. "They'll be fine. I want you to stay." Sarah pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Her bare chest was against mine. "I can't really say no to that!" I leaned forward and met my lips to Sarah's. We enjoyed another round before falling asleep again. Around 11 the next morning, I woke up. Sarah was at her computer, still in just panties. "Wow," she said looking at the clock. "Awake before 11. You really HAVE changed!" "Shut it! You know I have a no talking rule when I wake up." I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it at her. "Besides, I need to sneak out of here before your parents find out." "God! Would you relax. We aren't in high school anymore." Sarah grabbed the pillow and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at me. "Last night was... Well, it was fun. And not just the sex. Everything. I really missed you." "I missed you too. And, yes, last night was fun. Except for the sex. I finally know what turned me onto guys..." "God, you really haven't changed. Still the same smart-ass you always were." I smiled and looked away and out the window. I thought of Jockguy. "What's wrong?" "Uhh, nothing. I was just thinking about Jockguy. He calls me a smart-ass all the time. His way of saying 'I love you'." "Oh." Sarah got up and covered her chest with the pillow. "Should we have done this?" I got out of bed and walked over to her. I pulled her into me and hugged her tightly. "It's ok. I wanted this just as much as you, if not more. It's ok." "I just don't want to mess things up for you." "You won't. I promise." I held Sarah in my arms. My feelings for her will never change. I love her and always will. Eventually, Sarah and I both got dressed and ventured downstairs. Luckily, her parents had left. I made Sarah breakfast. We ate and talked about old and new times. I got completely caught up on her life. As I got ready to leave, a content feeling fell over me. A huge part of my life was back and a hugely painful period in my life was over. As Sarah walked me to the car, seemingly everything in my life was in, or heading in, a positive direction. "Thanks again for everything," I said as I opened my car door. "You too. Seeing you has been... amazing. I love you." I hugged Sarah tightly. "I love you too. You are the coolest person I know." We let go and I got in the car. "Expect to see a lot of me this break," Sarah said. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I closed my door and watched Sarah walk up her driveway and into her house. I sat in my car and reflected on the last 24 hours. My life had changed so drastically, in such a positive way, that I was giddy. I pulled out of the driveway and tried to focus on the drive home. But I couldn't. I HAD to call. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. At a red light, I found the number I needed. Breaking Oregon driving laws, I dialed the number as I started to drive. "Hello?" Jockguy answered. "Hey, it's me. You won't believe who I ran into last night..." ~~~The End ~~~ More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I called one of my fuckbuddies up, one that lives real close to me, we chatted and he told me how last night his hole was dicked down by this black top... I was turned on and very proud when he told me how he got the guy to go in his ass raw and give him two loads. My underwear was down to my knees and I was stroking my cock. I told him that I wanted to eat him out, he told me that he had just gotten home from the gym and hadn't showered yet, I told him not to shower and said I would be there in ten minutes. I got there and he was wearing a small and tight pair of workout shorts, this dudes ass is insane so I can only wonder how men look at him when he is doing squats. He bent over his chair and I peeled his shorts off and down to his knees, I licked his sweaty hole and lapped up the sweat and sweaty smell and tastes. His hole gave way and I was tongue fucking his hole deep, I got up and lined my dick up to his ass, I eased my dick in, I could tell his hole was still a bit tender and sore from last nights fucking, I pulled out, ate him again and then spit on his hole, getting him real wet. We got on the bed and he lay on his stomach, his ass in the air, I mounted his big muscle ass and just fucking drilled him, my hands at his waist as he curved his ass up for me, spreading his legs and opening himself up for my dick. I pulled him doggy style and watched my black dick go in and out of his tattooed white muscle ass. It felt so good as it always does with him, his big butt, his wet fuckhole. I told him that I wanted him to let me knew the next time he was fucked and bred so I could use that cum as lube. He moaned out a fuck yeah, and I kept fucking him, he began to beg for my load, to fill him with my nutt. A few more min utes of fucking and he got what he wanted, a huge 2.5 day load from my balls, at one point he asked "Are you STILL cumming?" The cum flowed from me to him. We lay next to each other. Then he asked "You know you were getting my butt tonight, didn't you?" I smiled and answered "When you saw me calling, you knew you were getting a load, right?" More...