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To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... At my best guess, I’ve bred a few more than 200 asses in 2010. Not bad. Not the goal I set for myself but the year went off track for a lot of reasons. Still, I had some good sex. In fact, some fucking great sex. Among the best sex I’ve had in my life, in fact. So I just wanted to salute the top five fucks of the last 365 days. 5. Double It Up May have written about it recently, but it was from the summer. Still memorable and enjoyable. And any double-fuck is worth mentioning. 4. Like Silk Some asses just feel fucking good and this was an example of one. As the title suggests, it felt smooth. Enjoyable in so many ways even though he sort of laid there. 3. We Hold These Truths to Be Evident The big crush (and ended up disappointment) of the year. Still, he had to make the list. My bi guy. I might still carry a torch for him. Who the fuck knows? 2. I Fucked This 19-Year-Old Damn if I need to write a story about this one, but at least I posted a little something over at my Tumblr page. Damn, damn, damn. Young, hot, tight. 1. Face of an Angel, Body Built for Sin Look ma, no poppers. This guy just did it for me on so many levels. Not the crush for bi guy, but still, he was something adorable that got my motor running. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here So many ways to calculate DPL, or Days Per Load and LPD, or Loads Per Day. Let's look at the numbers: If we calculate Days Per Load, we divide 365 days 108 and get 3.38 , or divide Loads Per Day, and get 0.296. Looking at it another way, I dumped a load every 3.38 days, or dumped 0.296 loads each day. Note that these numbers didn't include "Wasted Loads." If we calculate Days Per Wasted Load (DPWL), we divide 365 by 49 and get 7.44, or Wasted Loads Per Day (WLPD) we divide 49 by 365, and get 0.134. In simpler terms, I went 7.44 days between J/O sessions, or dumped 0.134 loads per day, if counting only times I jacked off. For a Total Days Per Load (TDPL) we divide 365 by 157 and get 2.32 or Total Loads Per Day (TLPD) we divide 157 by 365 and get 0.430. These figures are derived by adding More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I placed an ad on Craig's List looking for cocks to suck. I specified I wanted to suck cock in public places: a car, a restroom, etc. We arranged to meet at a public restroom, the same place I was fucked in this story. I waited in the stall for him like I usually wait for strangers, pants down around my ankles, hard cock in hand. I love waiting for anonymous cock. I get so turned on knowing that in a matter of minutes I will be enjoying some total stranger's cock. I never even saw a picture of this guy. I heard the door open and he walked straight to my stall and tugged at the door. I opened it immediately. He entered, didn't say a word, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his 7" piece of meat. I didn't waste anytime before taking him into my mouth. His cock fit very well down my throat and I began to moan as I bobbed up and down on his dick. I felt so hot I couldn't help myself, I spit a wad of spit on my fingers and reached back rubbing it on my asshole. I always try to make sure the guy notices, it's pretty much a green light to explore my hole. Not that any guy needs a sign, every man has free use of my holes. As long as you can get hard, you're welcome to fuck my mouth or my ass and you're required to cum inside whatever hole you're fucking. I take all loads. Fat, skinny, black, white, homeless, rich, old, young, I am a public cumdump. My hints worked and my stranger reached back and began exploring my hole with his fingers. I didn't waste any time, I turned around and spread my fuck hole open and he just slid his cock inside me. No questions about status, no condom, nothing, he saw my slut hole and just went for it. He fucked me for a minute or two before he blew his load deep inside me. He didn't say a word, just zipped up and left. I got in my car and checked my email. I had a message from an older guy who wanted to meet at a public toilet at a local university. I drove over and walked into the restroom and took the middle stall as instructed. He was to my left and some other guy was taking a shit to my right. This guy didn't even care that someone else was in the restroom with us and just slid his cock underneath the stall. Not wanting to get caught I jerked it for a minute but then waited for the guy to my right to finish his business. When the guy left, I ran my fingers under the stall signalling I was ready and was greeted again with a nice, thick cock. I sucked him for awhile, then, getting increasingly horny, I turned around, bent over, and slid my ass under the stall for him. He began exploring my hole with his fingers and as soon as he realized my hole was filled with cum already, withdrew his fingers and slid his cock inside me. It felt so fucking good and slid in with ease. His thick cock filled me up and felt warm inside me. He obviously didn't use a condom, thank god. He began sliding his meat in and out of my sloppy slut hole. It felt so good. Here I was, one load of stranger cum swimming around inside me, bent over with my ass slid underneath a public toilet stall, letting another totally anonymous stranger fuck his raw cock into me. I have no clue what the guy looked like, who he was, nothing. For all I know he wasn't even the guy who emailed me, just some lucky fucker who stumbled on a raw, sloppy boy hole. This is the sex I'm addicted to, total anonymous breeding. Just walk into a public restroom and let dudes fill me up with sperm. Men fucking love my hole and I love giving them the opportunity to deposit their loads inside me. I LOVE IT. If I could just be locked up in a sling for the rest of my life and take every raw dick that wants to fuck and breed me, I would do it. My stranger increased his strokes and shot his load. I bucked back and forth, miking every drop of man seed out of him. He pulled out, I slid back into my stall, zipped up, and left. Heaven. More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... ... is that your pussy gets less action. Well not always but today it was the case. I had a guy come over, 6'2 lean but nice shoulders, bit of a furry chest, nice beard, quebecois and a seriously delicious 8 inch uncut cock. I know I know, if I was a REALLY good pussyboi all I would care about is getting cum up my ass no matter what the guy or cock looked like. I've learned to give less of a shit about the guy, but the cock, sorry no can do. I ALWAYS perform better when a guy has a beautiful cock. anyways, he comes in, clothes still on we start making out hardcore. His jacket comes off, he reaches down and pulls my sweats off. My hairy ass is exposed, hole twitching... man he might just fuck me. (I should fill you in, I've been talking to this fellow on fairly non-sexual terms for a few weeks and out of no where he tells me this past weekend that we should meet for coffee or a cuddle...needless to say my curiosity was piqued. We decided we'd meet for the latter, but he straight up told me he only had ever fucked his boyfriends [he was 34 now] and so I shouldn't expect that... fair enough) His shirt comes off, his pants come down. I begin sucking on his cock. He had sent me pictures but I hadnt realize I was going to be worshipping one of the best cocks I had seen in ages. 8" uncut without excess foreskin. STRAIGHT. thick. Eventually we make it to my room and we start playing around like teenagers, kissing, sucking, deepthroating, biting, chewing, running our hands up and down each other. he's loving the way I give head and about 45 min late I can tell he is damn close. Its a funny thing, I dont care about who fucks me sometimes, but giving head, when a guy is hot, often at the end of the session he tells me im top 3 in the best head he ever got at the very least and i know im hitting top 2 with this one. I tell him to get on his back, and pour lube on his cock and start giving him an incredible handjob. He's damn close. I climb on top of him, straddling him and start furiously jacking off his dick. He's fucking close I can tell. "I'm going to sit on your dick." "Do it." I raise myself over his cockhead and go down in one swift motion. FUCK IT HURT!!!!! I almost blacked out and started seeing spots but I had no time to really prep, just whatever naturally my hole had opened up during head. He grabs my hips hard and starts bucking and spews jizz inside my cunt. He keeps bucking for a minute or two and eventually just stops. I pull myself off with cum smeared all over his cock. I reach down and clean it up for him. "Youre a good cocksucker boy." More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... Had a lebanese daddy come over last night. He was rock hard and ready to play as he stripped down. I got on all fours and began to hungrily inhale his beautiful thick 7 inch dick, nose buried in his musky pubes, taking in that natural poppers. While I got high on his dick he lubed up my pussy and began to work his fingers in slowly. You could tell he had grown up fingering more than just manhole, he worked his digits into me so smoothly my pussy just purred for more. Withdrawing his dick he positioned himself behind me, waited for me to take a hit of poppers and then just in one slow but smooth and uninterrupted motion bottomed out inside of me. I felt my cock twitch in my white jockstrap. this was going to be a quickie for the both of us. He withdrew slowly, letting the sensation of my hairy hole on his cockhead and pushed in all the way back, pulled out again and pushed it again. I was glad I had smoked up some weed. Flipping me on my back, he raised my legs up and spread them and planted his lips on mine as he jackhammered into me making me jizz all over my hairy chest. Seeing me cum he gave me two good thrusts and held very still as he emptied his balls inside of me. He withdraw and planted his lips on my pussy and darted his tongue all over the hole until it began to give back the gift he gave me. After 5 minutes of his oral administrations, my hole was just about as clean as when he came over. I suddenly hungered for big black dick. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... [/url]That time again. What have you done? You should confess those things you’ve done, those things you’ve told no one else. No matter what they are. Just look for the “comments” link above (or click this) to leave your confessions. Begin 2011 with a clean slate by telling all the readers what you have done. Unburden your soul. I did this on occasion on the old Blogspot blog of mine… and it proved popular, for those of you who recall (when I moved the blog over here, not all the “confessions” made it). Use a fake e-mail unless you just want people to be able to e-mail you about your confession. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... My phone buzzed as I got the texts "you at home?" "Maybe I can swing by" I gave him my address and within 5 minutes he was at my door. He came in and we started making out. This kid is so adorable, blonde, blue eyes, a furry little body and a firm bubble butt. He pawed at my chest, very turned on that my chest hair had grown back. We undressed and stood in my room naked, kissing deeply. I then started to lick, suck, and nibble on his ear. We got onto my bed, I put a pillow underneath him and started to eat out his his fuzzy bubble butt. As this adorable boy moaned, I rubbed lube all over my hard dick, I got up and lubed his hole, and lined up. I entered his tight boyhole and sunk all the way into him. He moaned some more and held onto me as I fucked his ass. He kept moaning. "Right there" "Give it to me" I had him get on his hands and knees and really plowed into him, making his tight hole open up. I grabbed onto his hips and pounded him hard, all the while he kept begging me for my cum, begging to be seeded. It didnt take long for him to get his wish, soon my balls were tightening up and I shot a potent load of cum up his cute little ass. We kissed again and he said, :Now I can concentrate at work." I hope he gets horny a lot so I can be his lunch break. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’ve started posting some photos over at http://barebacking.tumblr.com. More or less, it’s an outlet of some fun photography I run across on occasion and now that I have a little time on my hands, I’m able to post more. Today, I was able to put up twenty-one examples of men I can only say meet with a kind of perfection with the face of an angel but a body built for sin. Occasionally, I even get to fuck one of these heavenly creatures. I’m not stupid enough to think someone in their youthful twenties would find me attractive, so when a 22-year-old student said he would come by for a fuck, I found it highly improbable, especially seeing his body photograph. I’d never seen his face photo, but his body proved one of immense beauty. On some beach splayed across a blanket, his tanned six-foot-four frame stretched with a kind of grace not usually found among such youth. You could just make out the goatee. His chest developed with slight pecs and massive nipples seemed to just beg to be chewed. The only hair trickled down the middle and built in a cascade to the ties for his overwhelming board shorts. After giving him my hotel room, I never expected his arrival. I waited, half hoping for about 30 minutes but then went about my business, checking for more ads and seeing if a Monday night might bring me any more hope. Usually Monday night ads never worked out. Late, as I prepared for bed, a knock came at the door that almost startled me. I opened it to see him. His face proved to be stunning. Standing taller than me — a feat not so easy considering my six-foot-three size — he stepped into the room, apologizing and muttering something about his brother and class. Dark wavy hair and an ivory smooth face blinded me. I closed the door, wondering if he’d actually stay. Not only my age but the sheer beauty of this man made it unlikely to get anything off him. But he pulled his jacket off, turned around and motioned at my pants. I unbuckled and opened as my cock began to rise immediately. He knelt and began a blowjob that defied his youthful years. It’s not often I can say someone blows well. I think most men are just grateful to have a mouth on their cock, especially the semi-straight/hetero-flexible who get the occasional oral relief from a “genderless” mouth. But I find it rare indeed to find a man who knows how to deliver*fellatio*of sufficient quality that it will arouse me beyond a certain point. This young man could make me cum. No teeth, as if he only had gums, although I’d seen his perfect smile (obviously, he wasn’t long out of braces). He’d bury his nose into my bush and relax his throat so even though my cock still stood upright, his oral*cavity*proved*cavernous*enough to accommodate my seven incher. Plus, he exercised enough control to flex his throat and tongue to provide*stimulation. Now came a moment I debated. Was I getting a pity blowjob. Did the boy mean to go through with this little act to get me off and get himself off the hook for the fuck? Or was it a prelude and was he waiting for my move? Or, if it was a pity blowjob, could I even turn it into a pity fuck? At this point, I just wanted to see this angel naked. I reached down and lifted him up. He came with a little resistance but still he stood. His eyes closed. We moved toward kissing and he accepted my prying to get his shirt and pants off. His chest turned into more perfection but less tan than the photo. Obviously, he’d worked out. But the photo failed to capture the bulging veins in his arms and the incredible guns he’d worked on. As he lifted off his undershirt, the*wisps*of pit hair, dark against his ivory skin seemed like puberty had only began in the last month for him. Of course his hairy muscular legs betrayed his age. And once his boxers were off, his bush covered almost all of what might have been any cock whatsoever. Maybe a grower, I imagined. He sucked me more and we made out. But his eyes remained closed. He was locked in a fantasy world in which I would be someone else. I knew I would need to find the key to unlocking what this man needed. He seemed perfectly content servicing me — and for fuck’s sake, I enjoyed the hell out of it — I knew I could sneak under the door of this man’s weakness and awaken something. As I went to work orally on him, I discovered what would make him stir. My beard. If I would scrape against the most sensitive spots — his neck, his cheek, his underarms, the inside of his elbows, across his nipples — he would inhale deeply and suddenly. My gentle prodding began to take on some rough and tumble moments, where I would surprise him. His skin glistening, wet from my spit, entirely*electrified*by my soft attention, would suddenly be attacked and scratched by the hairs of my chin, nibbled at by my teeth, bitten and scraped. His cock head appeared finally from the dark shadows of his pubes, but I ignored it, instead focusing of his almost bald taint, giving it similar treatment and heading for the hole. After massive tongue lashing and opening it up, watching it wink at me, giving it so much spit and love with fingers and lips and licking of all sorts, his*sphincter*seemed to throb. I pulled away and looked at the circular perfection. Even this seemed just beautiful on this man. Without warning, I closed my mouth and plunged in,*woolly*hairs standing on end. I attacked his hole, now ready for a soft moment, with the bristles like nothing else, with the prickles across my face, spreading his cheeks and coating my face with the spit I’d soaked him in. His moans filled the room. My attack continued and abruptly ended and I moved to where I was face to face with him, my face coated in spit-ass juice. His green eyes stared at me, open wider than ever before. He kissed me, his eyes remained open, looking at me like he’d never seen me before. My hard, dripping cock, poised at his red, raw hole. And as we kissed, I felt a hand grab my cock, position it at his hole and push it just inside. We continued the kiss as I entered into him, and I never thought his eyes could open wider. They did, the emerald pools expanding so I could see the*eternity*of his brief but difficult life within them. He bit my tongue inside his mouth, sucked it deeper, and we kissed more. Soon I was buried. And a moment in time turned into minutes. We would kiss and fuck and talk, literally for two hours. My cock would never leave his hole except for repositioning. We talked about our lives and I learned more about this man’s 22 years, his girlfriend, his brother, the accident and his years of school. Moments that actually would make me want to take him from this life and take his brokenness to another place and show him that outside this world in which he lived, a whole other world existed where he would be adored. But my cock inside him, I could feel how his life was tied to his home, how he could never leave the place and would never, ever take the risk to step away. While I never said it to him, his brother would be his*unrequited*love of his life. When he spoke of the mysterious man, his eyes would sparkle. No other man would capture this man’s soul and heart like his brother, who had sheltered him and cared for him through such times that poured forth from him. When he dared speak of his girlfriend, it was more obligatory rather than anything else. But his brother would actually bring a twinge to his ass and give my cock a shock. When we finally realized the time, we fucked in earnest, my cock in his ass. He rode me, seeming to add juices to his ass, the friction getting tighter and but the chute getting smoother. Like the question of barebacking, I didn’t mention I was about to cum. He just looked at me with those jewel eyes and he could see my pleasure and moment coming. As I climaxed, pushing myself into him, adding just a bit of myself to him, he took the opportunity to spray himself onto me and across himself. His cock, now at about five inches, seemed small. But his body just perfection didn’t deny the beauty of every inch of his being. And the load flew everywhere. When he collapsed on me, my cock remained inside him and his juices were meshed between us. I managed to scoop a little and put it on my tongue to remember it, the metallic flavor muted by a hint of bitter sweet. He then looked into my eyes, those evergreen irises even in the iridescent lights of a hotel room. In post-ejaculatory*moments, he didn’t even seem to mess him up. His perfection would not be denied by a little cum and sex mess. After not wanting to look at me for so long, he now stared for a while and his large hands brushed against my rough face. He whispered his thanks, kissed me again and let my cock pull out of his ass. He clothed himself slowly and silently. He left with a kiss. I don’t expect ever being able to fuck him again. And even within all he did not tell me, I know more than he chose not to share. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... I’ve written a new page on my bullying experience that ended up costing me a job… You can view it here. The really shitty part about all this is I seem to have lost all my friends, people I truly cared about. They’ve been bullied too and told if they continue a personal relationship with me they will lose their jobs as well. This has made for a really crappy Christmas, not to mention I’m out of work. So this one isn’t for jerking off. Sorry mates. Next one. Probably. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... I find it interesting to monitor the stats for this blog. There are readers from all over the world, even Saudi Arabia. I find that amazing! One section that is of particular interest is the key word searches that people use to find reading material, if they are not looking for my blog specifically. Currently the list of search terms includes the following: Loads Taken Loads Given Bareback Straight Guys Cumming Twice in One Session HIV Defiant Fucker (I like that one!) HIV+ Party Two Cocks in One Hole Another term that came up recently was very specific. It was more like a question someone was trying to get answered. It was "partner is hiv+ with zero viral count can i get it". When I saw that one I had to post a comment related to it, as this appears to be someone searching for some answers. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Washington, D.C., will always be my kind of town. Having lived there for more than a decade of my life, I still miss it terribly. So when I get a chance to return — even for an overnight trip — I leap at the chance. Back in the summer was such a chance and I wasn’t quite in the funk, having not yet met the bi Birmingham boy. At the time, this youthful, smooth 22-year-old blond guy from the University of Maryland had been begging me to breed him, asking for me to set up a session with other “top friends.” Generally, I’m not quite trustworthy of such unless I’ve fucked them first and find them worthy of such an effort. He caught me in a giving mood, I guess, and he’d pursued me for a couple of months, so having set a time about an hour away, I went to seeing if I could get a few other tops and versatiles to join in the fun. Since I’m familiar with D.C., I chose a good location, on the edge of Dupont, Adams Morgan and not too far from Logan Circle. With less than an hour from the blond’s arrival, I’d given out my lodging location to five or six men, not expecting them all to show. The first candidate turned out to be a less-than-enthusiastic tweaker, grinding his teeth and nervously pacing the room. When the second guy showed — a non-traditionally hot-as-shit top — tweaker bailed. Good for us. The top, in his mid-30s, gave the classic look of a slightly beefy legislative assistant on Capitol Hill. Probably once in a fraternity in his day at college, his brown wavy hair still pressed down from the motorcycle helmet he’d worn over riding some high-powered bike over. He didn’t look like a biker. Yet, even my pussy got a little wet and I figured he could fuck me if blondie didn’t show. He was easy to chat with anyway and didn’t put on any pressure. Soon there was a knock at the door. In walks a six-foot, 40-something baldy with a fucking-rocking body. We’d find out later he was a bike messenger, which would explain how he had the perfection of no fat. Two minutes in the door, after I explained the U of M boy was a few minutes overdue, baldy had us all stripping down anyway. Dynamics of a three-way can always be questionable, but baldy had it down pat. He’d just look at one of us and say something like, “Are you going to make me suck your big cock?” So you made him suck your cock. Not that it was difficult. He turned out to be rather willing. Bouncing back and forth between the two of us, we soon began tag teaming him. My buddy started off, as he had a respectable six-inches, tapered at the top to open him up with a nice curve. Mine proved thicker and harder to manage. The poppers, of course, helped open him up and we all were enjoying ourselves. Soon we forget about blondie (who never bothered to show up). Soon the bald guy started one of his submissive taunts: “You both aren’t going to fuck me at the same time, are you?” Former frat guy and I looked at each other. We cracked a smile. Within moments, I’d*maneuvered*myself to flat on my back and the bald*bicyclist*sat on my cock and leaned forward, beginning to kiss me. Within a moment, I felt the poking and prodding of the cock, finding the right place to enter the tight hole. Kissing stopped. And the grunting began. Then it turned into just pain as he really put on the pressure. But I have to give it to the bottom. He never pulled away as he left himself there and waited for his*sphincter*to give way. Finally, it did as the tapered head of my bud’s cock came in and pressed against my shaft. After a moment, the other top began pushing in and inching his way inside deeper. And the bottom grunted more. Soon the painful noises*dissipated*and the fucking began in earnest. The kissing started again and I was in heaven. In a tight ass, raw, another hard cock, rubbing against mine. The sensation just seemed too much. Of course, the bottom was tight and I kept slipping out. We’d adjust, shoving me back in going back to it. But the intensity, I slipped out at the right moment at my top buddy unloaded into baldy’s ass. I hated missing it, but there’s nothing better than sloppy seconds. So I repositioned, this time behind him. Egged on by Mr. Motorcycle, I began to breed his ass, feeling the cum inside and fucking in earnest, I left a huge load inside him, pushing my new bud’s load deeper. Since I remained hard, baldy then rode me until he pumped a nice load across my chest. And who the fuck needed a 22-year-old blond boy, who despite all be begging for months, never showed the fuck up. Instead, I had something much hotter. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... the session with the mature black top and young fist top left me drained and i closed my room door and fell asleep for a good hour or two....rarely have i ever done that at a bath, but damn did i ever need it then. my ass was buzzing from the fucking and fisting it took and i needed a break. when i woke up i had a piss hard-on and was horny to suck cock...so naturally i went to the public room with the cock-sucking gallery...and in no time i was warming a nice 7 inch cock up with my warm wet mouth. More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... ... or getting my hairy cunt plowed by a muscular Algerian top. Got my hairy hole worked open by an algerian top. He's friends with one of my moroccan exes. The one who bred me with his friends in the next room while taking shots of vodka from my ass... yeah we were that drunk. Anyways, back to the algerian. I see him online , hes fucking hot. He doesn't have a face picture but I remember seeing his profile a long time ago (before he got his current boyfriend) and I'd remember that cock and torso anywhere. I msg him: Hey how are you doing? Him: horny and I want to unload. Heard your pussy is sweet. Me: So I'm told. When was the last time? Him: last night. My boyfriend. Nothing gets my cunt on fire than a taken man wanting to fuck me. Me: I want you to fuck me like I'm your boyfriend. Him: My boyfriend is vers. He is never a bitch enough for me. Me: Fuck me like your bitch boyfriend. He comes over. As soon as he gets in he plants a hot kiss on my lips, as I roam his hard body. He's lean but built and furry as fuck. And deliciously tanned. As we begin to rip his clothes off (I was wearing just a jockstrap) I realize I'm in for a treat. He has a delicious body. 5'11 im guessing 170 lean muscle and a real 7" cut dick. We climb into bed and i begin to slobber on his dick while he slaps me around. "you like that don't you bitch." "mmmm hmmmmm." SMACK "say it!" "I love it sir" "good boy" He reaches around and begins to finger my hole--slowly working some spit in. I know I'm going to need lube for this fuck so I grab some but he smacks away my hand. He pins me on my stomach and begins to eat my hole, moaning like its his first meal ever. "Your cunt is so sweet" "thanks" My dick is sticking to the jockstrap, precum leaking. He turns me on my back, lifts my legs up, and gives me poppers. I take a hit. "one more!" "yessir" Spitting on his cock, he begins to push it in me raw. I'm in heat and moaning. His cock burns but he's such a stud its just getting me riled up. I LOVE ARAB FUCKS. He works it in slowly, his precum doing my pussy a lot of good, he makes me take another hit of poppers and then starts to plow away, punching my prostrate with his perfect penis. Before I know it I shoot a load. "oh fuck!" "don't worry bitch, your cunt im not done with" He fucks it for another minute before I cum again. WHAT THE FUCK. its so rare it happens but amazing. He seems me thrash around in an orgasm and he pulls my jockstrap off and sees my cock leaking cum. He drives in deep, holds it there and grunts, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as his body pushes him in deeper... I can feel him knocking me up. He keeps his cock in me and cuddles me. He tells me he wanted to fuck me since he first saw me. I ask him how he liked my pussy. He pulls out and begins to eat it. More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... I was surfing 411 being super horny when I hit up this old fuckbuddy of mine. He is a deliciously studly black man, lean, muscled, intelligent, rich, hung like everyone's black fantasy. We started fucking soon after I lost my virginity, the first time he fucked me on my bed in my student apartment, his 6'3 frame pressed into me with my eyes rolled back I am sure he thought I was a mighty weak lay. I lied and told him I was a virgin. He believed me. Over the next two years we fucked often enough, sometimes a couple of times a week, sometimes far less. I knew when it was infrequent it was because he had a boyfriend and the only reason we were fucking was because him and his bf had a fight. He was an excellent lover and chances are that in montreal, if you ever have a proclivity to bottom and have been with a black man, hes the one who fucked you. I've had atleast 3 tops who have bottomed for him on different occasions. The thing about him was, hes the most dedicated top I've met. Although the show is never over until he has cum deep inside you, he never once does anything to make you hurt. He won't rim, rarely kiss, but the way he wraps his arms around you, presses into your lower back, rubs his legs next to yours, taking 9.5 inches of thick black meat by him feels less of an invasion and more of a homecoming. So you can imagine why I was so excited when he responded by suggesting he come over. I do the fasted thorough clean up I think imaginable, pop on some Jill Scott, cos thats what we he played when he fucked me in his bed, and chugged a cup of vodka. It had been a while and I wasn't going to let any resistance get in the way. He comes over, wearing just shorts and a t shirt. Gives me a hug and and with a deep sexy growl of a voice asks if I have an ash tray. I do. He takes out some pot and asks if I mind. Hell no. After smoking the joint we get to bed. Stripping he pushes me down on his cock. I'm utterly mesmerized by the thick slab of meat looking at me. I can't believe that later I will be having it inside me. Feeling buzzed I begin to suck on his meat, choking as I deep throat but I won't let that stop me. He starts working boy batter elbow grease into my cunt. He loves how it feels. Turning me over on my stomach, he spreads my legs with his muscular limbs, and whispers to me to take a deep hit of poppers. As I do he begins to enter me slowly, knocking at the entrance, sliding in and pulling back, sliding in and pulling back. I know my hairy hole drives him wild, feeling the fuzz on his sensitive cockhead makes him leak more precum. Slowly digging into me with short strokes he finally bottoms out. Told you he was an expert. He begins to work up a rhythm, short stroke, long, long, long, short, short, long, long, long, short, long, long. Im slack jawed with my head to the side. He fucks me like this for a time period I can only judge by the largeness of the precum stain on my bedsheets under me. He turns me over and as he rotates me I cum. He smiles and starts slamming it home. My body begins to give up under the assualt, and I feel like I'm passing out between the plowing and the pleasure from the orgasm. I grab onto his muscular back as he begins to pillage my pussy. I can't remember him cumming in me cos I was in such a haze. All I remember is that he kept fucking me that night and never pulled out, as I passed in and out. Turns out, he had decided to try something new cos he was certainly packing blue steel that night. More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... What's hotter than a hot musclebear daddy plowing a boy. Finding out he has a musclecub latino boyfriend my age with a beer can dick who needs to bred bad cos hes otherwise a bottom in his relationship. I bottomed first for the musclebear, he came in me pretty fast. wrapped unfortunately but I don't dictate the terms for guys in relationships. I didnt have any complaints except for the fact I was worried if we ended too early I'd have to cab home instead of sleeping over (subway closed down). I needn't have worried. His boyfriend decided to show me how much of a top he could be and hot damn, definitely one of the best tops ive ever had. which is odd cos: 1. he's 25, most good tops in my experience tended to be older. 2. he's a vers/bottom. then again being vers/bottom makes sense. he knows what makes a booty go "uunh" He slid in me with a bit of prodding and I immediately felt that particular sensation when you take a nice thick dick---that feeling of fullness that you know you'll miss after. He began with me bent over onto the couch, taking it from behind, then i sat on him on the couch, then i rode him like a cowboy on the floor, then he had me flat on the floor on my stomach. His boyfriend admittedly had gotten bored somewhere between the couch and the floor and gone to sleep. Now I've had a few threesomes in my day and in a few admittedly one partner might have felt left out or slightly bored but I've never been in a 3some where one of the guys in the couple felt comfortable enough to just go to bed while his partner played with me. Wow they must be real secure. When I was on my stomach on the hard wooden floor (things you put up for some hard wood in you) we began to talk dirty. "your ass is so warm, i miss fucking." "glad to be of service." "Its so hairy your pussy." "mmmmmm" "can I tease it with my cock...?" "Sure, I mean, you're already doing more than just teasing it." "No, I meant really tease it." Suddenly I got it. "sure." Like I said I don't dictate the terms of how a couple plays. He pulled out for a second, and then felt that delicious soft skin rub against my entrance. Fuck a raw dick feels better. "Have you done this before?" he asked me in my ear. "Yeah." "Often?" "Enough" He paused for a moment and considered my response. "Look don't worry we can play with a con..." He didnt give me a chance to finish the word as he just slid back into me and just moaned and began to pound away hard. "Fuck! fuck! fuck!" I knew he was cumming in me. Filling me with his hot latino beefy seed. As we lay in the afterglow of our sweaty session he kissed me on my cheek and pulled out. "Thank you, I needed that." I nodded. "come to bed." I followed him and climbed into bed with him and his bf, and his load in me. Middle of the night he woke up again and this time he just silently mounted me bare. I worried cos his boyfriend was a foot away on the same bed. He poured some poppers on a dirty sock and put it in my face and muffled my mouth with it as he held it in place. With his other hand he guided his cock into me again. It didn't need much work, I was still slick but ridiculously sore. You know when you can feel yourself torn up inside. I was that from our fuck a few hours earlier. Slowly and silently he humped me till he held very still, just shivering, unloading in me again. He pulled out and kissed me on my lips. He whispered in my ear, "we have one rule. We never fuck the same guy again. I couldn't pass up my only opportunity to breed you." More...

Click here to see Montréal Pussy Boy's original blog post... As narrated by a conversation between me and one of my daddies. I told him I had been recently fucked by my dad's cousin. He was shocked and wanted to know how... I skipped the boring parts of the conversation: Me: We started hitting the jack and coke and he began to get a bit drunk and talk about how much pussy he wanted but couldn't get. Fuckstuddaddy: Did you jump at the chance? He told me that once he got married and started having kids (4 boys) his sex life pretty much died. "Dont get married boy. Bet you get a lot of pussy on your own." I told him I didn't mind guys getting less pussy from their wives, cos it gave my pussy a chance. --Holy Shit and then? He was surprised and passed me inquisitively about what I meant. I told him I had a hungry hole, esp for straight married dick. He was in shock, drunk, but danced around the issue. Finally he licked his lips and asked me, "how is it?". Tasty, I replied. --Then what happened. We went to his den and chucked our clothes as we settled onto his couch. He turned on a straight porno with this hot mediteranean studdaddy railing a slutty looking chick. He poured baby oil on his fat proven babymaker and began to stroke and he passed me the bottle. I poured it on my cock, and let it trail to my hole as I pushed back and raised a leg on the side of the couch. I began to stroke my hairy hole only. --how did he cum he was looking at me and asking why i dont rub my cock... i told him when i got really horny i had to finger my hole to cum. He was surprised and asked if he could do it --hehe and? well he poured some more baby oil on his hands and started to rub his thick fingers around my hole and finally worked his way into my cunt --oh man that really got me going, i started to moan in heat, the jack coke was making my head feel light and his fat fingers and leaking daddy dick making me even more hungry... he saw my cock was precumming on my hairy stomach --wow I asked him if I could taste his precum since he was looking so intently on mine and then I climbed down doggy style onto the floor and began to give him the best fucking head of his life. --oh you slut, I hope he blew his load down your thorat while your slut hole was dripping nope because as he kept playing with my pussy he asked if it felt like a pussy like I said. I told him my man pussy was the best. --and? Well he climbed on top of me from behind, guided his thick cock into my cunt and began to push. I took a deep breath and pushed back as hard as I could. and FUCK! I was seeing stars from the shooting pain. --fuck... and? he started by quick and short stabs at my hole and then slowly worked his way to long dicking my hole.until he pushed me down on my stomach and just pushed his cock in with all weight and buried himself into me. --cunt...i love it me too, i pretty much fucking came all over his carpet right there and then --did he breed you? well he lifted me up onto my feet with his cock still in me and then got me to turn around, my hole making a pop noise as he slipped out. He put me on my back, raised my legs up and slow dicked me till I started to get hard again and very sooon began to feel the sensation again as he was rubbing my prostrate. "I'm going to cum again," I told him. --yum and as soon as he heard me say that he started to pile drive me hard and without remorse. I came a second time, toes curled as my legs were raised like a 2 penny hooker and he was breeding the pussy of his cousin's son. --good boy...how did it end? he collapsed on top and started to kiss me thanking me. slowly he kept fucking me until he shot out some remaining cum in his balls.Eventually he plopped out and looked at my mangled pussy leaking cum from his vigorous fuck. He asked me how it was, I told him amazing. He said "yeah, same for me." He jumped into the shower and I stayed like that, oil on my cock and pussy, with cum leaking out. I put on my black undies and let his jizz stain them. --good boy- next time keep the undies for me- got to go handsome- be good so folks, how did the rest end? Well he asked me why I was wearing my underwear and not jumping into the shower. I told him I was too drunk but the truth was I just wanted to keep him in me. We got dressed and he said he'd drive me home. I said sure. On the way back he bought me ice cream from the drive through. Just like when I was a kid. More...

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To see SDsk8rBoi's original blog post click here After getting a pair of loads on a Wednesday night, I get another message from the same top early on a Saturday evening. I was still a little sore and had to work later that evening, so here's the exchange that followed: sdsk8rboi: that'd be hot to take more loads from you. i'm still a little sore from wed evening. maybe tomorrow evening? uncuttop: Just one load, I be easy this time. sdsk8rboi: tomorrow evening would be better for me. i don't want to be in pain when you're fucking a hot load into me. uncuttop: how bout a quick load, then you could fuck me. sdsk8rboi: okay, but it's gotta be quick because i work tonight. when could u be here? uncuttop: I am three blocks away right now. I was still sore, but the idea of getting another load from him and putting one in him was one I couldn't resist. It turns out the reason he was so close is that he'd been at a pool party. He took him about 10 minutes to arrive and we didn't waste any time once he got here. We stripped down and I sucked him get another taste of precum from his uncut cock. We lubed up and he slid into me from behind with me on my stomach. There was some pain, but it also felt good to have his cock inside me again. It only took a few minutes before I felt his warm load start to fill my hole. When he pulled out, a little cum dribbled out of my hole. Nice, a load so big some of it was spilling out of my hole. Now it was his turn. With him on his stomach, I put my tongue in his smooth hole. I then lubed up and pushed inside. Nice and smooth and tight. It only took me a few minutes before I was unloading in his hole. That worked out well. I took a charged load, gave him a load, and all in under 15 mintues. That got me to work on time with a load to hold all night. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... A while back (when I had a job), I was on a business trip. One of those trips where everything turned out to be back-to-back-to-back. No opportunity to fuck around and when the day ended, I’d collapse in the bed to plan for the next day. But after this exhausting 10-hour day, we all got a half-an-hour to freshen up, change clothes and return downstairs for a dinner engagement. For the fuck of it, I hit one of the bareback sites. And an instant hook-up post actually listed the massive hotel in which I stayed. The young man turned out to be a little cum slut and, well, he was on a similar schedule. A break between the showroom and the dinner bell. So I gave him my room number as I finished up. We both only had about 10 minutes to spare and, well, he wanted to go to dinner with a load in his ass. I ran the risk of breeding someone I knew but my balls begged for release. And it was a giant hotel. So what the fuck. He arrived. Since I was changing anyway, I just kept my clothes off. He quickly got naked and we were to the bed quickly. My cock found his ass in less than a minute. No blowjob. We went to it. This was one well-used ass. With very little lube, it opened wide. I had to move around to find a little friction for some pleasure. And he jerked furiously. At 28 years old, he popped off quick, two minutes into it, he spooged a small load into his pubes. I snorted a little poppers to get to edge quicker. Spit in my hand, jerked my cock a little and used it as a ring entry into his ass until I finally left a load in his ass. He gave me a peck, put his clothes on and headed out. Five minutes. Record time. More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... going to get a lot of snow here in the Northeast so lots of people up early running errands and doing last minute stuff before it starts. the bf went out to do some last minute stuff. we were up at 6. i was outside taking stuff down since the wind is supposed to be crazy. my neighbor was outside too. he waved and after a few minutes he came down the driveway. 'she's at the grocery store he said' i knew what he meant and what he wanted so we went inside and i got right on my knees. here's where we take a twist.... remember he's been getting closer and closer? well he took his pants completely off this time and took his shirt off. i was sucking his dick when he asked to see my ass again. he started talking and saying, 'you like to get fucked huh?' my heart started beating and i said yeah. he said 'you wanna get fucked?' i didn't want to seem too nuts about it so i just said 'sure, yeah' he still let me suck his dick for a few more minutes while i guess he thought it over. then he finally said 'ok, don't have much time. get up. i'm gonna fuck you.' i said 'that's hot. is it cool if i take a pic of your dick so i can jerk off to it later?' he said 'no, i don't want my face.' now i begged. i told him i swear i won't take one of your face. i even said he could look at it right after i take it to be sure it's ok. he said no two more times but then i think he saw that we were talking and not doing anything and the time was marching on so he said ok... woohoo!!! i ran upstairs and got some lube and came back down. i lubed up my hole and lubed up his dick. he said 'you have rubbers?' i acted surprised. i said 'crap no, the bf and me don't use them' he paused for a few minutes and i could tell he was realllllllly horny and thinking about the time so he said, 'ok, ok, hurry up' i just fell back and threw up my legs. he took no time to get right in there. he said 'fuck, that's hot.' and he said nothing else after that. he started the back and forth and stared straight out the window and didn't look down until he was done. it didn't take him long which confirmed he was crazy horny and yes, he shot his load inside. then i gave him a face cloth, he cleaned off got dressed and bolted. a nice late christmas present that this 'straight' hunk from across the street barebacked me. here's the pic he let me take. mission accomplished. hope this means from now on he fucks me instead of me blowing him.... More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... Of course, there are many things I remember from my past, but the events that are often most vivid are those where I did something wrong. These events stand out, for some reason, like a flashing light in a dark sky filled with steady star light. In the Navy, as part of our routine daily and weekly activities, we would often have drills to practice certain skills. These drills were to make sure, when faced with a real problem or disaster, that we would be ready. Some of the guys were assigned to fire fighting teams, others to security stations, and so on. Since I had entered the Navy under the Nuclear Power Program, I wound up on a team meant to cleanup hazardous material spills. One day we had one of these drills. The alarms sounded, and instructions were given. The instructions would tell you the location of the particular problem, what the nature of the problem was, and other important details. I jumped up and ran to the congregation point for my particular team, moving quickly through the ship to get on station. While I knew that a radioactive spill had been announced (making me one of the key participants in this drill) I failed to pay attention to the other warnings in the message. Within seconds of the start of the drill I ran right through the machine shop and dead into the center of the spill, making myself a contaminated individual. I could no longer get to my station because I had made myself part of the disaster. My team mates would have to pick up my part without my help. I clearly remember the Captain standing there with his arms folded and a sour look on his face. I was not the only one that had not paid attention. There were three of us, out of a team of eight. That was many many years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Sometimes I recall it and get that same anxious feeling I had in my stomach that day. An anxious feeling for doing something stupid and letting down the rest of my team and ship. Of course, this is why we had the drills. After that error I never made a similar mistake again, and ALWAYS paid attention to the messages that came with the drills. How does this relate to my blog? Well, as anyone that reads it will know, I would prefer to be a total all out slut if I can possibly pull it off. I want to ignore all the potential warning signs around me and just get fucked silly by as many guys as I possibly can. Honestly, that is what I really want to do! Sometimes I get to a point where I actually start down that path. I have had as many as eight cocks up my ass in one night, but regrettably not more than three loads. I always enjoy it while I am doing it. I never feel guilty about having done it afterwards. But there is a sense of anxiety that sometimes creeps in. I am indeed HIV+, undetectable on both tests used to measure such things, but otherwise quite healthy. I could probably stand to spend some time at the gym and on my bike, but I am not ill or experiencing health issues related to HIV or anything else. There are others that I know that are not so fortunate. I have to ask myself why. Some of it probably has to do with one's genetic make up and differences in how each of our bodies reacts to HIV and medications. For others though, I think it may be something else. There are a number of things that could make my world harder. These standout like that flashing light in a starry sky. These include the risk of Hep C, a second drug resistant strain of HIV, STDs, etc. While I would love nothing more than to ignore all the flashing lights and warning signs, and just get plowed by 20 or 30 guys in one session, this is not the wisest idea around. Unfortunately I think I must pay attention to the messages being yelled out, or I may regret it. I know this might be a disappointment to some of my readers (as it is for me as well), but reality has a way of calling my name from time to time. To be honest, though. I am not known for my huge ability to resist temptation, and it is virtually impossible to keep my pants on for very long. This post represents my thoughts and feelings right now. As January 11th and 12th approaches (I will be in San Francisco for a couple of days at that time), I may very well find myself in a different state of mind and hell bent on setting a load count record. Record or not, you shall hear all about it. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Several sex clubs have been popping up all over the seedy part of town, so late one night, I’d exhausted my usual haunting grounds and decided to try something new. I wandered to the new place (I’ll leave it unnamed, as you’ll see why in a moment). As I wandered through the corners with shadows lurking, I found plenty of mouths to feed, but too few asses. All except this one tweaker who stalked me a little too much. I don’t like tweakers in general. He was cute enough, but he staggered through the hallway throwing himself at anything under 40 and me (afterall, I’m not under 40). He’d scored at least two men I’d seen. But after a couple of hours of mediocre blowjobs and the only ass offered up turned out to be a too lubed fifty-something (come on guys, give me moderately lubed so I can pretend it’s somewhat tight) I needed to get some and get home. I let the tweaker attempt a blowjob, but with the teethgrinding that comes from too much drugs, they want to chew, so I gave up. His teeth grated across my sensitive flesh too often so I went for what I wanted. Luckily, his ass felt like it only had one load in it, as I positioned it into place and poised my cock at the hole. “You got poppers?” he muttered. I handed him my bottle. He opened it and snorted. After a moment he stood upright. I pushed him back down. He stood back up. “What kind of poppers are those?” he asked. I didn’t answer. Most questions from tweakers are rhetorical. They aren’t waiting for an answer. “Damn those are fucking strong. Too strong. I gotta get out of here.” He stood up again. He made motions toward the latched plywood door but I pulled him back and pushed him back into position. “Listen you little druggie fucker,” I growled low and into his ear. “You’ve been cockblocking me all fucking night, following me around. You want my cock? Now you’re going to get it. So bend the fuck over and take it!” The beat of the music drown out most noise other than the loudest. He began to whimper. “I don’t think I can, man. That shit fucked me up.” “No shithead, whatever you took before the poppers fucked you up,” I said. I bent him over and found his hole and pushed my cock inside him. He tried to stand up but I pushed him back into place. Keeping him bent over, maneuvered his body into the corner. My thrusts keeping him there. I used his hole. It was over in a few minutes, his ass responded well, opening up to my cock well, the cum inside acting as lubricant. I took a snort of the fine poppers to bring myself to climax, adding to the mix. I pulled out, using his shirt tail to wipe my cock clean and zip up. He stood upright after a moment and*wavered, looking at me through hazy eyes. “Are you done?” “Take a cab home, man,” I said. “You shouldn’t drive.” His pants around his ankles, his shirt wide open, I left him there. More...

Click here to see Midtown Mutt's original blog post... I had sex with the Italian yesterday morning, but by the late afternoon, I was ready to go again. I headed to the video booths and there were the typical mixture of trolls and such. There were also a couple of hot guys. One caught my eye -- a very sexy young black guy with a shaved head. We made eye contact and he followed me into a booth. He dropped his pants and fortunately he was a grower -- probably about nine thin inches. After sucking his cock for a while, I stood up and bent over the bench. He started eating my ass and then spit on his cock. Before I knew, he was fucking me -- his entire cock in me. I huffed on some poppers and handed them back to the kid. He drew on them and handed them back. Then he started fucking me in earnest. In about two minutes, he pushed all the way in and stopped fucking me...depositing his load deep in me. As we left the booth he thanked me for letting him fuck me and I told him any time. About five minutes later, my cock was in a glory hole and was being sucked by a hot mouth. The mouth pulled off my cock and his butt cheeks and crack were facing me through the glory hole. I put my cock back through the hole and he pushed his asshole down on my dick which slid straight into him. I started fucking the unknown ass and in about ten minutes, my cock spewed about five or six ropes of cum into the hole. I pulled out and none of my cum dripped out of him because I had made the deposit while I was balls-deep in the guy. I pulled up my jeans and looked through the hole and the owner of the hole was doing the same thing. Merry Xmas. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I was at work one day and I saw someone who I had played with before. We made small talk and I went back to my post at the massage chair. I had a client soon and I thought to check on my room to make sure everything was in order. I went and the door was closed, I always keep it open. The lights were also off. I opened the door and my playmate had brought a muscled guy into the room. The muscle guy freaked out a bit, since I was in my uniform. I smiled and upzipped my pants. My buddy and I then bent the muscle guy over the table. We got on our knees and began licking his sweet muscle hole. He was moaning in ecstacy as our tongues dueled on his puckering hole. My buddy then lined up his raw dick and began fucking the muscle guy, sliding into his big and firm ass over and over, he was slow and deep. Then He pulled out and let me have a turn, then he started fucking his mouth. He spit roasted this muscled pig. I felt my balls tighten and my buddy started moaning louder. We both came in unison, I was collapsed on our nameless muscle hunk as shot after shot of seed filled his guts. My buddy moaned as he blew his load down his throat. Cum from both ends. We caught our breath and the muscle guy laid on his back and jerked off, cumming while I ate my cum from his ass. More...

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Insurrection on Cheshire Bridge in Atlanta can be a fun destination, but it all depends on the crowd. Below the adult bookstore and supplies upstairs, the glory hole booths downstairs recently went through a transformation and update as more men’s destinations have popped up in the area. Now disco lights pulse through the space as XM radio seems to urge the patrons to rage. Funny enough, I’ve caught more than one groove to the beat and even noticed that I’ll fuck to the rhythm. Most booths now have*elongated*glory holes between them for convenience of different height patrons, although I find the MDF a little too thick for truly good ass-pounding action. A large lounge room with sofas and a dimly lit darkroom to the back rounds out the space along with a bathroom, locker room and showers (no one uses the locker room and showers). A $10 cover gets you in and no one bugs you as you wander around, checking for action. As I visited yesterday afternoon just before 5 p.m., the joint was hopping. Two young bucks had the trolls all a tizzy as the hope of getting some young jizz, but I didn’t want the selfish bastards as I was on my own selfish quest. The usual cocksuckers staked out a few of the booths and I tried out their oral skills. I gotta admit, I hate some fuckers. They expect me to walk in the booth hard and ready to go. Why not fluff me up? It only takes about 20 seconds for me to go from flaccid to stiffy. One muscle man stalked me until he got on the other side of a booth, sucked me hard and then obviously was disappointed at my*measly*seven inches. He slapped my rock-hard cock and left it vibrating in the breeze. Ah, the picky bastards. Finally worked my way to a nice little five-foot-five but beefy Latino who sucked me nicely. His soft lips and tongue hungrily took me to a pulsing hardness. I pressed harder against the wall and crossed my fingers as he paused and gripped my cock firmly. Would I feel his ass back up on me? Would I feel that warmth? I felt something familiar. Cold. He was sliding a fucking condom on me. Down to the base of my cock and he held on as he backed his ass onto my cock. The muted warmness felt okay. I was reminded immediately why I hated condoms. As his smooth Latin ass leaned in, I went to fucking it in earnest, knowing I couldn’t cum, but still, I fucked for a little fun. Luckily, this hole was a little wider so a little of his bubble ass poked inside my booth, allowing me to grind my pubes into his. But already, I felt that familiar sensation. My cock began its deflation without enough stimulation behind the plastic. Fuck it. I reached down and ripped the condom off. The pause in pulling out gave the guy enough pause to look around to see my raw cock poke back through the hole. He paused for a moment too. And then I felt that familiar warmth I was missing. His raw ass, surrounding my cock at last. I didn’t trick him. No need. He knew I was a good fuck and he knew he wanted it. So I fucked him and fucked him good. Now with renewed vigor, I fucked and fucked harder. I’m sure outside the booth, you could hear me slam against the booth walls in timing. The wood, my flesh, the jeans, his ass. I reached down and found my poppers to snort a good hit — the first of the afternoon. I was going to breed this little Latin fucker and leave him with a cummy cunt. The scent hit my nose and my vessels opened but my focus narrowed to the pleasure in my cock as my prick’s tingling skin passed through every millimeter of clenching cunt. Already I knew cum was spewing forth inside him but I kept the pace, fucking more as I felt my balls tighten and more spunk spurt into his ass. By the time he noticed I was shooting and he yanked off my cock, I’d already released all my cum. Clean hole. No shit. No stink. Just a little pearl of cum at my hole. And I knew it was an extra large load too. All in his ass. That was just load one. More...