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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I hooked up with a British dude who promised good head but couldn't deliver-- the usual litany of wiggly tongue, constantly taking my dick out of his mouth to jerk it quickly, flicking his tongue over the verrrrry verrrrry tip--- just all the wrong things. He was shorter than I expected and a little chunkier too-- his frame was nice actually but he was just a guy. He did, however, have a giant schlong between his legs for such a little guy, so when I despaired of getting any pleasure in my dick from him, I sucked on his dick instead. I give pretty nice head I think, and he was rock hard after a bit of ass-eating. I tried 69 and hoped that like a lot of guys he would suck my dick in imitation of how I suck his-- kinda like how people walking together come to synchronize their strides-- but every time I took him deep he just flopped around as if he'd lost control of his body. I guess he's just unusually not in command of his body. Maybe the British thing? I dunno! He did have an awfully Northumberland-granny manner, even asking if he should make me tea when I came in, and making rather gentle exclamations during the sex, all of which was 100% not sexy. I decided it was best to take what I could so I sucked him and humped him and allowed myself to pop when I wanted. He made no show of wanting to get off himself but did lie there plastered with my goo for a rather long period while we chatted about this and that. Finally he cleaned up but we didn't stop-- somehow I spent something like an hour there naked on his bed ranging far and wide over all kinds of topics from why guys are the way they are online to his marriage and late coming out to differences between the north and the south in the US to what Latins tend to be like in bed (he was rather prejudiced I must say). The chat was actually quite enjoyable and a lot better than the sex. Predictably he said no less than three times that he'd like to do it again, maybe fuck him next time, each time saying "you don't have to say yes now, I know how it is, yayaya" but asking over and over. I don't think so, but it was nice that the trip to the Upper West Side wasn't a total bust. A big dick and a nice personality is enough I suppose. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Somethings on paper are better than reality. 6'6", 230, hairy, muscular, bald, ex-marine. What's not to like? From the get-go, he called me "pup". Granted he was a little older but presented nice in pics. He was a self-professed dominant male. Again - what's not to like here? He was a little into raunch - but I say that nicely. He wanted to wear a sweaty jock. That's ok with me, though I wouldn't say it was 'raunch'. I have a few myself - and I'm not raunchy......right???? The guy shows up to my hotel and he's a big guy. Solid. He doesn't look 4" taller than I am. He might be 6'4". Maybe. But he's solid. He brought a harness for me to wear because he likes to yank faggots closer to them when he's feeding them his cock. My only problem with this is that it was out in the freezing car for ever so the leather and metal were chilling to my body. Oh sure, slap me around. Face fuck me. Power drill my ass. No problem. Put cold metal and leather to me and I'm a fucking pussy. As it turns out he was a little more raunchy than he said. Or even suspected himself. And it went back to that jock. Maybe he doesn't know what sweat-stained is. This was not. This was piss stained. No. No, it wasn't even that. This was something that looked, and worse, smelled, as if it had been residing in the bottom of a urinal for 4-5 months. I'm good with bad smells, but this went beyond that. Way beyond bad. It was rancid. Yet, I said nothing and he kept it on for the entire duration of his stay. Yes, all was good on paper, until I found out his 4" cock wasn't going to grow anymore than 4". It was that size flaccid and only stiffened, but did not lengthen. 4" was all I was getting from a big beefy ex-marine who was still wearing his dog tags. Fuck. And fuck is what we did. My mouth and my ass. I suppose I could have ended it, as I was mentally disappointed from what was to be. He wasn't that verbally demanding. "Pup" was the only thing he called me. I sucked his cock. He pulled on the straps. His strength showing as the harness would dig into my shoulder blades painfully. He didn't care, not that I told him it hurt or to stop. I'm a faggot, but I'm a man. He shot a load in my mouth. Nice, but not overly substantial. Like with most guys, I thought it would end there. But not so. He said he could cum two more times, but I wasn't sure I was ready for 8" of cock. 2x4=8. But he wanted to fuck me. That seemed like a better solution to me. He knew I liked the feeling of things on my ass, as he'd been toying with it while I sucked him originally. He had me get on my back and lift my legs. I hate to be cliche about it, but the term "is it in yet" came to mind. I knew he was in, or around. but honestly, his two fingers were more fulfilling to me. There was a look on his face as he fucked and eventually came in me. He was happy. I was feigning it. I know it sounds selfish, but I wanted more. If I get fucked, I want to FEEL fucked. But perhaps that is not my place. I'm there for them, not me. Again, I thought that might be it. But he said he had another load and stuck his cock back up me almost immediately. My first thought was, I can't believe he's still hard. My second thought was, I don't know that he is still hard. I'm not a size queen - honest - but I could barely feel him. And I wasn't sure if he was performing most of those feeling inside or outside of my hole. I will say, when he came, I felt it. Warmth. Heat. To the point of, I figured he ejaculated on the outside of my hole, but when I felt for it there, the load did not exist in that place. He wanted me to cum and normally that is not my place, but this time, I don't think I could have if I had wanted to. I was so not in the mood and it was pushing close to check-out time and I had to be on the road. He washed up. I pre-packed. Got him on his way, then got myself together and out the door. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I squirted all the cum my nuts have been churning out for the past four days into the ideal receptacle for my pleasure: the Handsome Fuckboy. Throughout the fuck-- which was rather slow, owing to how horny and pent-up I was-- his dick stayed hard as a rock, pointing straight up at his navel, as only a 22-year-old's can, oozing nonstop a thin thread of precum strung with dazzling clear drops of his excited fluid. This is one of life's most beautiful sights. There is nothing more gratifying to a top like me than a bottom who so obviously displays the signs of feeling intense pleasure at taking my dick inside him, feeling my body on his, being stroked with my bearded mouth all over his skin. The kid is unusually sensual, an unusually pliant, and definitely unusually skilled, especially for someone that age. He's turning into my favorite bottom. In many ways it seems like bottoming, at least the way I like it, doesn't require much skill at all; I'm not a big fan of guys who make a big show of fucking me back or milking my cock with their ass or whatever. I love good head, which obviously requires a lot of skill, but once I've got my dick in your body, it's best if you just open yourself to me and enjoy the ride. But there is definitely something that bottoms like this kid can do that other's can't. Maybe it's an accident of how he's built-- built to be fucked, for sure-- but the way he takes my dick inside him, with the perfect combination of yielding and resistance, and the way he positions his legs to give me complete access to not only the inner reaches of his guts but also the surface of his body, is a marvel. I can put all my body weight on him, feel my hairy chest stroke against his, all while cradling his head, sucking his lips, AND giving him every inch of my tool. This one thing, which you'd think would be so simple, is really the holy grail for me, and something I always thought would somehow be impossible when I first considered what fucking between two guys would be like. Someone once told me, "You fuck me and make love to me at the same time!" And it's true, that's what I want to do. I want to ream your fucking hole but I want to feel you, cradle you, kiss you, be close to you, share your heat. Bad bottoms stick their feet on my chest and go FUCK ME, giving me every inch of their hole and absolutely nothing else. The Handsome Fuckboy gives me everything… everything. Of course he looks so sweet from behind, simultaneously boyish and manly, with a furry round butt but a slender waist and back and arms, that I begin there. The noises he makes while I eat his ass are priceless; diminutive little yelps that are so at odds with how he smirks at me when I admire and stroke his body. I lick all the curves and bulges between his legs and buttocks and he makes noises which involuntarily tell me everything I need to know. He's so young and tight that I can't get enough of sucking on his hindquarters and I bite him again and again and again so he feels me. And his hole is such an ideal bottom's hole, so clean, so smooth, so yielding and ready. He makes my dick hard and heavy as a lead pipe, he makes the ducts in my groin overflow with slimy precum so that when I push into him, I slide and slide all the way to the stopping place. He makes noises that make me think it's painful, but when I ask him if it's ok, he drawls slowly, "I am in heaven." And I feel it, I plow his ass with my hips and hold the sides of his little body in my hands and I feel the electricity in his skin. And it is a beautiful sight, his little body completely invaded and covered and immobilized by mine, to give him pleasure, not pain. But I need him on his back. I need to see his face while I deep dick him. And more skill… just a simple touch of one of his hips, the slightest pressure suggesting he roll over, and he reads it. Elegantly with no fuss he folds his legs together, turns over, and spreads out his limbs gently, waiting to receive my dick again, and I am back inside, and he is folded all around me, and we are lip to lip and I feel his stiff cock against my belly. I have had bottoms freak out and sit up and go "WHAT NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WHERE?" And I have to kill everything by saying, roll over, lay on your back, like I'm directing a movie from a booth somewhere. The Handsome Fuckboy feels the pressure of two fingers on his hip and he knows what I want and he wants it, too. I fuck him slow, grooving as best I can for as long as I can on long deep shimmering strokes of my tool inside him before the pleasure is too dangerous again and all I can do is push into him deep as it will go and hold there. He is happy with this; those times I go in deep he shivers with happiness and closes his eyes and I know he is fulfilled. But I know if I could just get over the hump and fuck him hard, intense, sweaty, he would follow me around mewing like a kitten. But he turns me on so much every time, I never can. I stop sometimes and lick my hand and stroke his beautiful, pointed, fleshy dickhead, and he oozes for me as if on command, right into my hand. I use it to make him feel even better, and he shakes his head at me, and sinks his head back into the pillows, and I feel his dick strain when I push into him deep, holding his dick. And I'm cumming. This is when I can let loose and show him what I can do, if only, if only; I buck against him with all my weight and all my length and shoot shot after shot of my juice into him, fucking and fucking and fucking. His eyes are open wide now, watching my face as I cum. I have no idea what I look like, do I look like an idiot? Do I have a face full of bliss? He watches me and I unload everything I have into him and it is so fucking good. I stay inside him for a while and we are quiet. His dick is harder than ever. I hold it in my hand and more of that sweet slippery clear stuff flows out. I run my finger through it, over the hole, between the lobes at the top of his dickhead, down the line of skin in front of his dick that I know feels so good, and he sighs. I go behind his dickhead and stroke under the ridge, over the fleshy head, and then, with a spit-slick hand, I gently grasp and twist, all the skin between shaft and head, and he oozes and oozes for me and sighs and says "Oh my God that feels so GOOOOD" and sinks even deeper into the pillows. My dick is not deflating, I am still hard inside him because he is a good bottom. I keep my pace perfectly steady, wondering if I need to go faster and faster to make him cum, or if I could make him cum just like this. He lifts his head and looks at me in a way that lets me know without a word to keep it steady, not stop, and be patient. I twist and pull and glide over the end of his bone, and I make my own throb inside his body, and after about ten strokes, thick white sponge his pulsing out in my hand. Inside his orgasm is massaging my dick, hard. He's only making noises and thrashing. For a while I keep up the technique, but after a few squirts I jerk him hard and let him ride out the rest of his orgasm. He never swats my hands away to do it himself. I'm still fucking him somehow, fucking his dick with my hand, and he's letting me, and it made him cum. Nice. I pull out as slow as I can. He was unusually squicky-sounding while I was dicking him down; I worry that he's too juicy. My dickhead finally pops out audibly, and he laughs. Everything is fine, but my hand is gooey as an oyster and he's covered with more. We clean up a bit. I love to hold and stroke him afterward, because his body is so small and tight and soft, but I know he has to meet someone after this, so I say, "You need to meet someone, don't you," and he takes it and says yeah, "But I had to come over here first." He gets dressed and I ask him about school. He is a little awkward at first, but then tells me some details about his thesis, a short film he has to make. And I get him some water and we talk a bit about school and he is more relaxed. When it's time for goodbye, his kiss is weirdly chaste, with tightly puckered lips-- it's like kissing Grandma, except Grandma doesn't have a pint of my milk sloshing around in her hindquarters. It's too bad once he cums he looses his sensual manner. I thank him for coming by as he trots out the door, and he calls back, "Oh no, this HAD to happen." I'm gratified. He's 22 and handsome and sweet and skilled. I could easily make a fool out of myself for him! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Going by his screen name, he was bi top from another state of which I won't name - so you won't all go searching for a like minded screen name. I know how you are! He was here for work and actually headed to the airport after he finished with me. Or after I finished with him, as the case may be. 39, 5'10" 170. He reached out to me - and from my profile that mentions I like verbal and aggressive men, he took that info and ran. There was no 'nice; how do you do' kind of shit. His opening line was, "I want a good no recip bj". I told him I'd have to dial back my skills to make it "only" a good one. He knew I was a cocksucker and treated me like one - in data exchange and in person. In person, he looked manly, but less masculine than his pictures. He came across as a non-gay Jesse Tyler Ferguson. He had 7" that curved slightly upward, a nice big head and a ridge that went completely around the shaft about halfway down. It was interesting and odd. More odd because I couldn't get a great rhythm going due to its nature - both on down and up oral strokes. It was like a speed bump. Maybe it was just a bad circumcision or not having one at all. I don't know. Oh, no fears, I was still making him feel good. I was still making him talk filthy - not that he probably needed m help in that regard at all. Bi was in his name. A wedding ring on his finger. He talked about fucking women. Fucking men. Getting sucked. There was no talk or perception that he ever touched a cock in his life. That was perfect for me. I started on my knees, him on sitting on the edge of a bed. At one point he got on the bed and spread his legs. I think he liked that position more than I. Laying between legs isn't always the best angle to suck dick efficiently. At least for me. I want to do what he likes, but if the end result doesn't let me do a good job, he's only getting the position and not the benefit of my mouth. Isn't that the goal? I mean, I know it is an amalgamation of things that brings a guy off, so you want them all to work, but that isn't always realistic. He wanted me back on my knees, but before we got there, I had another idea. I lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, him standing beside me. Then in front of me. Then him in me. This position is either golden or failure - and little in between. With Mr. Bi, it was great. He angle worked. His height worked. His thrusts into my mouth and throat worked. "Cocksucker". "Whore". "Cumdump". "Faggot". all spewed from his mouth. I couldn't say a word. I wouldn't have anyways. My hard cock gave all the response he needed - if he noticed it at all. In the end (no pun intended), it was me on my knees - him standing in front of me, like a worshipper at the altar. And in a way - isn't that what I am a lot of the time? I would have thought for all his vocals and the words he used before even meeting, that he'd be a loud and boisterous cummer. He was not. He gave no verbal signs he was even there - on the edge. Or over the edge. The semen just came. And came. And came. He was a heavy shooter. I could see why, if half of his told exploits were true, he was so popular. A nice dick. A nasty attitude. And a load aplenty. Maybe he'll be back for work again. Perhaps he won't. Perhaps he'll let me know, but maybe he won't. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... And an even better warm down afterward. I’ve mentioned before that my gym is really cruisey. Did I say cruisey? Hell, it’s basically a fucking bathhouse. And today there was fucking. I finished my workout earlier than normal and hit the steam room. I was alone in there, but was soon joined by this handsome bearded bear guy. I’ve seen him before and we’ve played “show and tell” in the showers before. But now we were alone. Soon we were jacking off, and then my mouth was on his cock and he was moaning out loud. I wish his cock were bigger— it was 4.5” or so. Decently thick, but certainly not enough to hit the back of my throat when I was sucking him. He stood on the first tier of tiled bench and I stood on the floor. It put his cock right at mouth level and I went to town. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. Since it wasn’t gagging me, I let him. Soon he was grunting and with an “oh fuck!” He started flooding my mouth with his cum. He gave me one nice mouthful of load which I swallowed for him. And then I slowly milked the final drops out. We chatted a bit afterward, then he was off to the showers. But then the guy I was waiting for came in. I’ve seen this guy many times before. We run into each other all over the place, including the weekly sex parties we go to once in a while. He’s even bred me in the steam room before. And ever since that one time I’ve wanted him again. The dude has a beautiful cock and huge nuts. 7.5” or so in length, but god damn is it fat! Big mushroom head, and then midway down the shaft it balloons out to beer can proportions before tapering down a bit toward the base. The first time he bred me, I saw stars. The entry was rough and it hurt like a mofo! Thank god it was only a couple minutes before he squirted. Anyway- he was back and we were alone. We instantly were jacking off for each other and then jacking each other. Since it was just us in the room, I told him I wanted to feel him jizz in my guts again like he did before. And how I’d been trying to get him alone in the steam room for months so we could. He had a small bottle of lube with him (and I had actually prelubed my hole at my locker). He fingered my hole while jacking and got himself slicked up… And then someone else walked in. We broke apart and acted all nonchalant. And then I saw who it was. It was this Pakistani dude who is a big ol faggot cocksucker. He’s sucked me before and I’ve watched him suck numerous guys. We were all playing in no time. Me sucking big cock (and gagging) and the paki packing my cock into his mouth. Then it was time. Big cock got behind me and got his head in me. The paki dude was sitting on the lowest bench and bent over sucking me while big dick started pushing in me. It hurt so goddamn much! Once again, I nearly blacked out when he pushed the thick part through my assring. I think it’s because of the lack of good lubing and also the extreme heat in the room. I stood up as the rest of his cock sank into me to the hilt. I was getting slow fucked by a huge cock and my nipples worked while getting sucked. It was hot and painful and intense. And then we were interrupted AGAIN! This time it was by a straight dude. We had enough warning, but barely. When the shadow crossed the door, big dick yanked out of my hole and the paki quickly scooted away. The pullout hurt almost as much as the entry! After this- it was a steady stream of guys into the steam and sauna. We had to wait like 15 minutes before it calmed down and the right mix happened again. This time it was in the sauna. I was standing by the door, sort of guarding it. Big dick was sitting on a bench behind me stroking and fingering my ass with lube. The paki dude was sucking this older (but hot) daddy dick and a fifth fat older guy watched and jacked his meat. Big dick got worked up and slid into me again while the other 3 watched. After a minute we had to disengage due to heavy traffic in the shower area. But then it was play time again. Big dick got behind me a final time and hilted out in one push. My ass was ready for his girth this time and I easily took it. I started thrusting back onto him and slamming into his groin while milking him with my hole. The other 3 guys had stopped playing to watch us. Bid dick gasped a little and said, “oh god….”. "Cum in me!" I said loud enough for everyone to hear. And with a hushed grunt, he started cumming in my ass. The hot daddy who had been getting his dick sucked said “Holy fuck.” As he watched the breeding. I milked and worked big dick for as long as I could (until more foot traffic caused us to pull apart). We both cleaned up and I left the gym with two cum loads— and a sore ass. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I was serviced by the greediest, hungriest cocksucker I've ever come across, ever. This bundle of meat-need was improbably packaged in a 6'5 Latin dude-- he looked more Italian to me, but that's what he was-- with a heavy Vinnie Boombatz-style Brooklyn accent and the least put-upon straight-acting demeanor I've seen in a happy homo. He hit me up on Grindr-- a typically worthless app-- and when I told him he could suck my dick for as long as he wanted, he wrote, "Really??" like a kid promised a breakfast of candy and milkshakes. He drove over from somewhere deep in Queens, and called me when he was looking for a parking space, expressing delight that I lived right across from the Brooklyn Brewery ("Aw man I was just there Sunday! Man I got hammered!"). I like all kinds of guys, from swish to thug, but I have to admit when I meet a guy who is a nice mix of normally masculine and gentle, with a big dose of desperate need to stuff my dick in as many of his holes for as long as possible, I'm a little smitten. And this dude definitely got meat in every hole, and we were at it for almost two hours. The height thing is usually something of a logistical challenge, and this guy was just super tall. (I did once fuck a 6'6 guy; I felt like a ladybug on top of a stick insect.) He had to stoop way down to kiss me. But his lips were pillowy, full, very soft, very flexible, and he kissed sensuously but intensely. His demeanor was so warmly hey-yo-yo-let's-get-your-dick-sucked that I just pulled off my pants and shirt and hopped in bed and let him do his thing. And his thing was utter cock worship. He lay on his back with his head rested on my left thigh, jerking his own thick meat while sucking my tubesteak down. His nips were sensitive when I brushed them, and this compared with his naked hunger for my sex made me think I might have to put my dick in his ass, too. But for now I just admired his long dudely body, not particularly worked out but very masculine and attractive to me, and stared at his extremely handsome face twist into an expression of simultaneous satisfaction and desperate want. He sucked greedily and noisily, but again not the put-on porny sounds of many cocksuckers; he grunted and whimpered like a starving calf sucking on a fat udder. And sometimes he would stop and talk, I can't even remember about what (maybe my apartment?) but it was amusing to see him go from blind suckling to Vinnie from the Block and back again. And when I fucked his face, forget it. At one point he got himself into some position with his knees on the floor, hugging a pillow to his chest on the bed, with me on my haunches stabbing my tool into his face. He grabbed my hairy thighs with his giant mitts and trembled with excitement, bugging eyes taking in my hairy torso, the fat dick fucking his mouth, my legs, my face, and then closing in bliss, opening again watery with pleasure. I could only smile. This dude just fuckin loved dick. Back between my thighs lying on the bed, his smooth round ass sang to me. I told him to stay put and slid down there and ate him out. He was a big guy so his ass felt immense, each of his balls alone filled my mouth. He was too sensitive to take much rimming-- "I'm really ticklish, that's why I'm floppin all around like a fish, man"-- but I felt his asshole accept my tongue. I don't usually like fucking guys this big, but I had to take advantage of what was being offered to me here. I stood up and aimed the dickhead, looked for any negative response and got none, and pushed it home. He was tight but yielding-- perfect-- and I instantly wanted to pop in him. I realized I hadn't cum in almost a week. No no, I had to pull out, he felt too good inside. But he was going "wow wow wow" so I knew if I could get used to the pleasure, get my dick a little more in the zone, I'd be going back in there for some serious deep inner stroking. I worried he'd be squeamish about sucking me again but he wasn't. So handsome, so hungry for dick. He had me high as a fucking kite on my own dick. He kept saying "You are so hot man you push all my fuckin buttons man" and I just smiled and smiled, feeling like the kind of the world. Hours slipped by. I curled into his body and he stroked my leg and foot while he fed on my sex and I held his head and kissed his face and my whole body felt warm and liquid. All the while, he would say, "I wanna come back and suck you all weekend, I wanna be your regular cocksucker, I will suck you any time, oh man I love your big fat dick." Every time I lay on top of him he hiked his legs back far. He wanted it. So I slipped back inside him. He was in hog-heaven with my dick inside him. I couldn't drill him too hard-- felt too good, too good-- so I would just push into him deep and hold it there and suck his pillowy lips and feel his big honking nose press into my face and feel his heavy, stubbled, curved jaw, and think, holy fuck. So good, so good. I wanted intensely to cum, and wanted desperately never to cum, never to stop. And I thought I had OK control, I was able to give him many long deep strokes with every inch of my dick, while sucking his nips-- one good thing about tall guys, when you fuck them, their nips are pretty much in your face-- but he was too good, it was all too good, and with no warning I felt my nuts relent and I was cumming. I pulled out fast-- we'd never talked about fucking raw, much less my seeding him, but I knew he really wanted to swallow me and had spent the past hour and a half telling me how good my precum tastes and how awesome it was going to be when I came in his mouth-- but I couldn't make it to his face. I just jizzed everywhere, hard. Long thick ropes. The pillow, his hair, his body, the sheet, my pleasure jetted out unfettered. Big pools collecting on his chest, his shoulder. And, I found out later, in his eye, which was bright red by the time he left my apartment. He asked if I always came that much. I told him he had made me extra excited. Which is true. His own dick was long and hard by now, and I sucked his nips and cradled his balls and tickled his asshole and stroked his inner thigh and did everything I could try to help him get himself off too. But he couldn't. "I guess I got myself too worked up," he said, a little disappointed. I would have liked for him to cum. We lay beside each other touching and coming down. But I finally had to ask, "So, like, are you straight, or what?" He looked a little shocked, and said, "What?" I said, "You're just like the straightest guy who ever sucked my dick." He laughed a little, and he said, "Nah, I'm a geek really, a super geek." He had a tattoo of superman's symbol on his shoulder; I tapped it and said "What, you mean like comics?" He said no, he's an IT guy, and he talked a little about that. And then he got a strange faraway look on his face. "What?" I asked. "No, I'm just thinking about what you said, the straightest guy to suck your dick." He smirked a little, but I waited. "No, I'm a faggot," he said in that endearing Brooklyn-scented voice. He grew up here, in Bay Ridge. I must say that some of the best, fondest sexual memories I have are of sex with dudes born and bred (no pun intended) in Brooklyn. But I don't get with many. "Next time you have to fuck me more," he said. "I didn't think fuckin was your thing." I told him about my height limit. "But you inspired me," he said. He looked very pleased. "Wow!" and then a pause. "Yeah, next time you have to fuck me more." We dressed and chatted amiably and he left, after shaking my hand. He was back in his dress slacks, his big ugly black New York Winter Standard jacket, those giant shoe boats back on his feet. No one would look at this guy and think "He's a total cock fiend." But he is, and he's awesome. I only wish I had cum in him! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I vividly remember the first time I saw my dad cum. I was in 2nd grade, so I must have been about 7 years old. I know it was second grade, because after this I knew more about sex and how it worked than anyone else and was king shit on the playground for a month or two. It was in the spring, and my dad was working in the garage one nice weekend. He was “tinkering with his car”, as I recall. He wasn’t very mechanically inclined, but he did do some basic maintenance. I don’t know where mom was, but she wasn’t around… probably grocery shopping or something. We had a sailboat, and it was still in the other garage stall. I used to like to play in it and pretend I was going on voyages, etc. Well, I had snuck into the boat and was hiding in it, planning on jumping out and scaring my dad when he came back to work on the car. He eventually re-entered the garage and was up at the front of his car, hood open, messing around. I could hear him banging around some, and I stayed hidden in the boat. Then it got kinda quiet in the garage. I heard dad shuffling around some, then I heard his pants unzip. And that’s when I heard it. A light, rhythmic “shhhhhhing” sound. This got me curious, so I peeked above the side of the boat. I saw my dad standing at the front of his car, pants undone and half pulled down, ass on the grill, with his hand stroking his penis. My breath caught in my chest. As open as my family was with nudity and stuff, I knew that this was somehow different. But I couldn’t stop watching. His eyes were half closed as he fisted his erect cock, and his legs were locked and flexing. Now, I’d seen his erection before during “bathtime”, but never like this. And never being touched in this manner. I heard his breath start to quicken, and watched as his body began to shudder involuntarily. Which is when I saw the white fluid spurt from the end of his cock and into the waiting oil rag in his other hand. It sure didn’t look like pee. His hand slowed down and eventually stopped, and he used the rag to collect the last bits from his dick. Then he put the rag on the engine, pulled up his pants, and zipped up with a sigh. I ducked back down in the boat quietly, where I knew I would now have to stay until dad left the garage and went back to the house. Thankfully it didn’t take long— maybe 5 minutes— and he went inside. I quickly got out of the boat, and nonchalantly walked to the front of the car. I was curious about the white pee in the rag. I found the rag and opened it up. And there before my eyes was the first cumload I’d ever seen in person. It was thick and pearlescent and looked like snot. “Why did dad’s penis shoot snot out when he played with it… is he sick?” I remember I wondered. I was still looking at it when I heard my father clear his throat behind me. I froze. “What are you doing?” he asked abruptly. “Um, nothing. I was just gonna help you fix the car… if you wanted.” Yeah. Right. His eyes bore into mine. “Were you watching me?” he asked. “No.” I answered a little too quickly. He knew I was lying, of course. He could always tell. “You don’t have to lie to me. It’s okay if you were. So… what did you see?” And because I could never keep a lie going with him, especially under his knowing gaze, I spilled everything. How I had watched him rub his penis and how snot came out and was he not feeling well? Everything. He chuckled at me. “No, it isn’t snot. It’s called semen. And it is a natural function of the man’s penis. But it only happens after you go through puberty, which won’t be for several years. It’s part of how babies are made.” And then he proceeded to tell me an abbreviated version of the birds and the bees talk. I told him that from the other kids at school, I had gathered that the boy put his penis somewhere in the girl and peed. Then a baby grew. My father corrected my knowledge and I added words like sperm and vagina. But I was still puzzled. “But… you weren’t making a baby.” I said. “No. The same fluid comes out when a man has sex with a woman. But sometimes, guys secretly make the fluid come out all by themselves just because it feels really good. And this is called masturbation.” he explained. “It feels good?” I asked. “Oh yeah. Most guys secretly do this every day— sometimes even a couple times a day. But always in private. It’s not something you really do in front of others. I never would have done it in front of you had I known you were watching.” he said. “So we shouldn’t ever tell anyone. Especially mom, ok? She isn’t a guy like us, so she wouldn’t understand. Besides, it won’t be long before you start masturbating in private too.” I agreed to keep our little secret, and I didn’t see my father masturbate again for another seven years or so. But that time, and many times afterward, we masturbated together. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here His body was better than his face. Hit attitude was better than his body. I should probably go on record that his attitude to any number of guys would be considered rude or selfish. Self-centered at best. Sexually self-centered. I'm not most guys. To me, this is an endearing quality.....or at least a fucking huge plus. 50, 6'2", 190, hairy (no kidding!). 'recently into some rough stuff and dom play'. If it was recent, he was a quick learner. There was no pretense. No foreplay. He walked in and dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt. He was ready to go. He had the same amount of hair on his back as he had oh his chest, just no treasure trail. There was some quick oral - me to him - but it was for slobbering purposes only. Just get his cock wet enough to travel up my rear entrance. We started with me bent over the desk - it seemed to be going well for thrust and leverage. For only having a little over 6", he knew how to use it. To the untrained eye, it was all slam and bam, but internally there seemed to be a finesse to it - or as I am apt to do, I was blinded a bit by his attitude. I've said it before - name-calling and dirty talk with get you far with me. He had it down to an art. His execution might have been recent, but his education had clearly been going on for a few years. We ended up on the floor - my shoulders down, my ass up as he pummeled my butt. Yeah, the strokes were kind of jack-rabbit like, but it kept me in my place and he in his. He wasn't big enough to hurt me, so as long as what he was doing felt good to him, that was ok with me. Within 10 minutes of that position, he unloaded. He groaned and his entire body twitched as he shot into my gut. "You liked that, didn't you, faggot?" The question was, at least in part, rhetorical. But I couldn't let it go and answered with a simple, "yes Sir". He pulled out but maybe only lost 25% of his hardness. He got it back to full erection when I put my mouth on it, not only to resurrect him but to clean him off too. His verbal assault lessened a bit telling me what a good job I was doing, as opposed to just telling me to take care of him. "Get on your back - on the desk!". I did as instructed and without any ceremony he pushed his six inches back into me. This was a much faster fuck. Maybe 5-7 minutes and he added more come to the hole he'd already lubed up. With the same amount of fanfare, he pulled out and grabbed his pants and dressed. As he sat down to put on his shoes, he looked at me and said, "I hope you didn't think near the end there that I was being nice to you - because you know, I don't give a fuck about you at all." ...and he walked to the door and left. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here I just got back from my neighbor's place. It's a few doors down from me, and it's the third time I've been there. He's got a BF, and all he wants to do is blow me. All I can say is, it's great to have a somewhat sub, service oriented neighbor. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Happy New Year to my followers! Another year full of loads behind me. Thank you for being my loyal followers. This year I want to meet more of my fans and take their loads! 2013 count is: 264 loads taken in ass and 11 taken in mouth Start of 2014 was fun! I sucked many cocks in hotels, adult stores, and bathhouses during my visit to NYC. I will write about details later. So far having fun, but need more loads in my ass all the time. I am on the quest to take more loads and become even sluttier cumdump this year if that is possible. Yes, I need be sluttier than being a hole for more than 300 guys and cumdump for over 250 guys in one year. One cock per day was my average last year. I want more than that. I am proud of who I am: openly gay, openly barebacker, famous raw no load refused cumdump, total slut, and internet personality. Proud to be a Chicago Cumdump that serves many cities in USA. Proud to be the CUNTARMO! Now, on the guest to become even a better true whore cumdump 2014! More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... New Year's Eve was set up finally as the time for a long-awaited fantasy of mine, and thanks to a summer fuck bud it really happened: 5 hung black tops, 1 white boy and a sling. Lots of poppers, lots of lube, no condoms. My only request was that the guys all be negative. It had caused a bit of a rift between my fuck bud and his uncle, who was one of the tops originally slated to get in line. He was superhung around 9, a real black daddy type, and a fuck I was really looking forward to until my bud told me his uncle was positive. I had to ask that he not be there, and that not only postponed the gangbang but also got the uncle pissed off with his nephew. Sorry bro... A couple of days before the new date my bud told me that one of the tops was poz but undetectable. I thought about it, knew that I've had a dick or two in similar straits, so it was still a go. In a way, it was hotter, since I didn't know which one it was. I got to the house and it was secluded enough I knew noise would not be a factor. As it turned out, it wasn't even an issue. These guys were so down low, they hardly said a word, let alone made any sounds. And one of them, in a cool sort of way, was actually a deaf mute. And he was by far the hottest. All were toned, tall and 2 were uncut. The biggest cock was close to 9 inches, the others from 71/2 to 8. I was definitely in the right place, doing exactly what I'd always wanted to do. The playroom was in the cellar, and it had the potential to evolve into an amazing party place if they added a few more things, like a TV for porn, a couple more slings, maybe a fuck bench. As it was, it had all I needed. A sling attached to the bare ceiling beams and speakers for some of my favorite fuck tunes. I walked in with my buddy, all but one of the other four were already there and already naked, so I wasted no time and stripped down. I left my socks on but as soon as I got in the sling, my buddy took them off as he put my feet in the straps. Totally naked was how he wanted me. Since he had set this up, he went first, and he started by going down on my cock for a few minutes, then sliding his tongue down to my crack and teasing my hole. He got me loosened up a little with his finger, then stood up and started applying the lube to his dick and my hole. I had brought a couple of bottles of my favorite poppers, and had one with me in the sling. The cute one took it out of my hand and offered to hold it to my nose for me, and that's when I found out he was deaf and couldn't talk. Smiling the whole time, he motioned with his hands to communicate, not sign language since I didn't know it and neither did most of the other guys. He took a hit himself, then offered me one, and the rest of the night one of the guys would have me take several deep hits now and then. I was going to be waited on while hosting their cocks. Sweet. My buddy is a little over 8 inches and thick. I was tight, but he knew the drill from our previous hookups and went slow at first. I could feel my shitter warming up, my head was swimming with poppers and anticipation, and the tune on the speaker was a low, sexy drumbeat pounding that would go on and on for most of the night. Within about 10 minutes that cock was going in and out pretty good, my hole was opened up and I was good to go for the rest of the night. I don't think my buddy shot his load that first round, and in fact all night long I could never really tell if they came or not with only a few exceptions, like when I'd see some cum still leaking as they backed away and fed it to me, or maybe it was residue from a previous load. I found out my ass got a good breeding though, once I got home (I know I don't have to paint you a picture). When my bud backed away still strokin' his cock, the very next top was the biggest, so I thought, here we go, I'm going to be ruined for the others. But it was totally cool... My ass was feeling fine, I had cleaned out and fasted for a day and a half in advance, so my cunt was literally starving for cock. He banged hard from the get-go and I was fuckin' delirious rockin' back and forth on his pole. So serious, he was the quietest of the bunch. Grunts were few. I was the loudest there of course, and the sound of those chains was like music in itself. This guy went about 15 minutes, and again I don't think he came that first run. But I was now opened up for good and the rest of the night my hole was a whore wanting more and more. Sometime during this session the 5th member of the party showed up, and I watched him strip naked then walk over to me to offer his uncut boner to my lips. No one had thought to do this yet, so I was like, Fuck Yeah. I was rockin' back and forth a bit so I couldn't really suck him, but he slapped me in the face with that foreskin a few times and I knew in between fucks I'd start getting cock in my throat on a regular basis the rest of the night, and some of that cock was fresh out of my hole. I'd take a huge hit off poppers, then clean a cummy cock. One by one the other three got their first cracks at my ass, and as it happened the hottest was the last, the deaf guy was the cleanup hitter. I was so fucking turned on looking up between my legs to see this adonis of a black top enjoying the hell out of my stretched-out white pussy that I could've stayed there the rest of my life. He took at least a half hour and I didn't want him to stop. His fuck was the first one where I knew for sure I'd been seeded, and I was so fucking happy. He was very sexy afterward, leaning over to lick my chest, suck and nibble my nipples and, yes, tongue kiss me while we were both still breathing heavy from his fuck. I just wanted to have him adopt me and live happily ever after while he taught me the language of signing. That was pretty much how the first hour or so went. I ended up getting fucked for roughly 4 hours straight with only 2 breaks for me to try and take a leak. lol... I seem to dry up when getting fucked, so even though it felt like I had to go, very little came out. Then, after a longer break of about a half hour, I was back in the sling for a final round that went about an hour more. The bonus of this house was that, through sliding glass doors from the cellar, there was a hot tub outside. We were in the northeastern U.S., and New Year's Eve was fucking FREEZING, but man that hot tub was sweet. Some of the guys were going in during the course of the gangbang then getting back in line for another round on my ass. So when I had a chance to climb in, only my fuck buddy joined me for a nice break. The sky was clear and the stars were all out and it was so fucking relaxing, just what I needed for the final round. I put my ass up to one of the jets and let it get rinsed out, which is probably not cool in a hot tub but what the fuck, right? Other than my fuck bud, I have no idea what the other guys' names were. I'm sure they knew mine but there were no introductions, nobody called me by my name, and there was very little convo as I said at the start. It was strictly a breed and seed the white boy night for some DL brothers, and I think we all went home happy as shit. I had to drive a couple of hours home, and then, believe it or not, go to work that night (i know, right? FUCK), but I had no accidents in the pants and when I finally got home, I slept for about 12 hours. Took me a few days to really not feel tired, so even though I was kept in a sling most of the time, I really felt like I got a good workout. It has also taken me a while to get around to writing this up, so apologies for that... One more item off my bucket list, or in this case, my Fuckit List. ;-) More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I placed a CL ad, never expecting a thing. I never do anymore. For a while I had some good luck, then just flake after flake after flake. Guys who can't read. Guys who don't show. You know the drill. For whatever reason, I find many responses to go spam from those ads, so I have to be diligent on checking that folder. I also have to check days later too. For whatever reason, some guys do read ads from days or weeks ago - even though there are 100s posted per day - and sometimes one will get to me late. Such as this guy. His email started off: "You ready for this?" DUH! He included a face picture too, and of course, I recognized him from previous encounters. Since our second or third get together he kind of ignored me. I wasn't sure if he found a boyfriend or didn't like me. I also didn't know from my ad if he recognized me and if he knew to whom he was replying. I opted not to say, taking a risk that he either knew and wanted to play or that he didn't know and I wasn't possibly scaring him off by revealing myself. I'd find out later he knew from the ad who it was and that he did want to fuck me. From my previous encounter with him, it was mostly sucking though there were fucking components to at least one time. But every time ended up with him busting a nut in my mouth. This time, my ad had been exclusively about taking it up the ass. It's what I wanted; what I was craving. He was on board, even if a few days late. The need was still there to get boned, so why not? Like the other times, there was no chit-chat, it was right down to business. Granted, we didn't start fucking, I did get on my knees and work his cock up and slobbered all over it. That was all the lube we were planning on using - which is fine by me. Knowing the issues we had on positioning last time, I didn't even both bending over for him. This time it was on my back, across my home office desk. My ass; my hole, lined up perfectly for his height. He would have no problems just sliding in. ...and he didn't. Now parts of me wonders where a guy like this goes as he's fucking. Sure, sometimes he's looking down at me, but a lot of the time his eyes were closed and off in his own world. Was he enjoying my hole and the act? Was he thinking of someone else? Was he concentrating on coming - or not, or at least not yet? Keeping it hard? Now, I wasn't thinking these things during the fuck. I was thinking on how I could make it feel good for him. That's my job. I think I was performing fine as he was lost in his bliss - whatever it may be. I figured he was into it on some levels as his cock was rock hard and he was pounding away. There was no variation of fucking today. Not with him. It was single focused breeding. When I say he pounded, he did. POUNDED. It was for his own pleasure, mine wasn't even a factor. But don't get me wrong, I was loving it - the feeling, the act, the response from him. You know me, I get off on getting guys off. It is a natural high for me. There is a power to it, in certain ways. Yet it's all about the top. I won't say the fuck went on forever - though he could have kept going. Still 15-20 minutes isn't a bad bang. He built up to it even more - in thrust, in intensity, in vocals. I knew what was coming. He was. Right up my ass, where he wanted it so many months ago, before he changed his mind. Yes, I would say it was about him, but we both got what we wanted. I haven't heard from him since. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... The last time I hooked up with Ultra Meat[/url], I figured it would be our last. Despite his unbelievably beautiful body, I felt our chemistry was somehow winding down, that he knew what I wanted and was beginning to feel uncomfortable about not giving it, which made me feel uncomfortable with what we did do, yadda yadda. Many months went by without him hitting on me so I figured he felt it too. He lives only about 5 blocks from me, above a cafe my partner and I really like going to with outdoor seating, and it seems like half the time we go there, Ultra Meat goes by. So I had occasion to see him out and about, though seeing him when I was with my partner would always been a little weird, and I would sort of make sure I didn't look at him closely. Late in the fall I was walking down 14th St looking in the windows of the shoe stores, and I looked up to go from one to the next and here he came walking right past me; he winked at me and I slapped his arm as he walked by, but he didn't break his stride and that was it. Old pals, eh? But a month or so later he "woofed" me on Scruff. A few days ago, I changed my face picture on there to keep things fresh, and he has been checking me out or woofing me over and over since then. On New Year's Eve at 2am, when I was driving some friends home from a dinner party at our house, he msged me asking to come over so he could suck my dick. Ultra Meat was back and he was hungry! I said vague things when he contacted me but didn't want to encourage him or lead him on. Today I had hoped to fuck. Handsome Fuckboy; he said he would text me after work if he could swing by. "I really want to stroke your little body," I said. "I hope so... I'm dying to see you again," he said. I thought about stroking his little body and pinning it to the bed all day long, waiting. But he didn't text and I let it go; I didn't want to push it. Some guys online who were too far away engaged me in long conversations about how exciting my cumshots are, how much they want my cum, cum Cum CUM. While I went along with it, I knew it couldn't happen. It all got me extremely horny and frustrated. With just an hour or so before my partner was expected home from work, I saw Ultra Meat cruise me yet again on Scruff. So I msged him a charming "Come suck my dick" and he said "Apt?" and I told him and he was here in five minutes. And he gave me a real surprise. He was kinda of dopey-smiley when he came in, which I found kind of endearing, especially given how rather rigid I remembered him being the time before. He looked me up and down in my bulky knit sweater and gave me a look of approval. I slapped his ass as a hello and we kissed a bit and then he began pulling off his bulky coat. He had on a tight-fitting black thermal underneath that hugged every ripple on his muscular frame, and there were more and bigger ripples than I remembered. I led him back to my bedroom and we made out in the lit rectangle of the doorway to the dark room. I had a more difficult time than I remembered getting my arms around him. His body was several degrees harder than it had been before. The kissing was extremely sensual and hungry. I knew I didn't have much time and my balls were blue from all those dudes, and the extreme relief of getting a hot guy in my clutches just in the nick of time certainly was heightening the experience. But he was clearly turning to jelly as I kissed him and gripped his hard body all over, feeling his shape through his clothes. "Oh I missed you," he sighed breathlessly into my ear as I felt his body and kissed his neck. "Oh I missed you." And I felt it, I felt his emotion when I touched his skin. And it heightened mine. I opened my pants and pulled them down some, and he stopped what he was doing and dropped to his knees and sucked me into that sensual mouth and luxuriated in the feeling of making me go from soft to hard as he sucked. I held his shoulder muscles and could not believe how big and hard they had gotten. I looked down at his body and was rather shocked; he must have put on a good twenty pounds of pure muscle since I last saw him. I pushed my pants down all the way and he ripped off his thermal, showing his dark skin. I saw the patches of black hair dusting his lats on his back, I saw the hard lobes of his muscles gleaming in the hallway light. He used his mouth to make my dick as hard as his muscles, harder. I was so fucking hard in this beast's mouth. He sucked me slowly in a trance of intense satisfaction, slowly shaking his head back and forth and tugging me along with him by my fuckstick, feeling my nuts swing against his chin. He was in heaven. I slowly fucked my length into and out of his mouth, holding his scruffed chin in one hand and his buzzed skull in the other. His eyes closed in deep communion with my sex, his massive arms behind his back, his head tipped slightly back on his bullish neck, utterly at peace as a cocksucker. This was too much to take in standing up; I felt swoony even as I braced myself with one arm on each side of the door and leaned in to slide my dick in and out of him with my whole body. I pulled out of him, leaned down to kiss his thick black lips, and led him to the bed. I pulled the rest of my clothes off and he followed suit; we got in bed with just our socks on and I lay back and he climbed up between my legs to worship my tool. It was honestly a primal, amazing scene. His body was so wide, so massively muscular, so dark in silhouette, his movement so masculine and full of sexual appetite that I almost felt a little alarmed. I've fucked plenty of bodybuilders but they tend to be 5'9 or below; some of them are quite short indeed. But Ultra Meat is a good 5'11, 6 feet tall and he has clearly been hitting the weights hard. But this bulky figure didn't come at me and crush me; he stopped at my groin and dropped his head down and feasted on my sex with that same helpless look on his dark face. His own dick strained down there between his legs; his body was a black greek statue. He sucked me and I lay there watching him, rapt and unbelieving. It was a majestic sight. He rubbed my dick all over his face and whimpered, "I missed your dick so much. I missed this fat dick so fucking much." And he meant it. I lay there just drinking in this spectacle for a good while. I knew we didn't have tons of time and was feeling a little selfish-- but when he turned on his side so he could suck me, beat his meat, and gaze up at me, the sight of his long meaty body stretching away to his feet at the edge of the bed was too much. I pushed him back on the bed, extricated my thigh from under him, and lay my body down on his Christ, he was big. Chest like a barrel. Thighs like sequoias, knees bent out to each side, massive chunks of meat in my hands as I pushed them aside and pressed my cock into his, my body into his, putting all my weight on him. And we kissed and pushed our bodies together, and his black skin slid against my white skin like silk on silk, and he sighed into the dark, "I love you." That sound you hear is the needle being scraped off the record. To be honest, I have almost said the same thing during sex myself. Sometimes you feel it, you just feel it, it's just so good, this guy is making you feel so fantastic, it feels so right, you feel like you have to say it. But instead you say "I love your ass" or "I love they way your skin feels" or "I love fucking you..." but he said it again: "I love you." I coached him a bit. "You love my dick, yeah? You love sucking my dick, you love the way my dick feels?" "I love you." I tried again. "You love it when I put my dick in you? You love being close to me?" "Oh I love you," he said for the last time, and wrapped himself around me tight. Ay, Chihuahua!. Half of me was screaming inside at how wrong that felt to hear at that moment. The other half felt very avuncular somehow. I smiled at him and propped my body up and looked at his insane beauty spread out underneath me. I lay my dick along side his again and we moved together again, and I said tenderly, "Feel those dicks together, man. Feel our dicks touching together," and he moaned and moaned. "Remember when I put my dick in your ass, man?" I asked, and he nodded, looking like he would burst. "Remember how good it felt?" "I want you inside me so bad man," he said over and over. "I want your dick so much." I indulged him in this talk a bit more, knowing it amounted to nothing; he wouldn't even let me cum in his mouth. But as I got close-- and man, did he ever want me to cum with my entire soul this time-- I asked, "Do you want me to cum on you, or do you want to suck it out of me?" He looked like a shy child. "Cum on me," he said feebly. Right. Instantly I was ejaculating hard, thick ribbons all over his sculpted mass. Even in the dark, I saw that his whole trunk was covered with pearly pools of shining white sex fluid. He looked beautiful covered in my cum. I sat there stupid, just gawking. "Put your dick in my mouth," he hissed through his teeth; he was beating off hard and getting close while I admired the handiwork of my beleaguered testicles. I nimbly hopped over beside his head and he briefly sucked on the remnants of my load left behind in my dickhead, but remembered himself and let me go; I was still half-hard and pointing at his lips; he kissed it with exaggerated puckering that seemed designed to keep my filthy tool as far from him as possible but still allow grazing it with the very edges of his lips. And he popped. And I saw his black face spread open into a huge white grin there in the dark, and I laughed too and put my hands on his huge shoulders and smiled into his face. "GOD I needed that," he said. "Me too," I responded, "Let me clean you up." I got a towel and wet the corner for him, and he began wiping our jizz off him. He was shaking his head as he had to run the towel down his side, into his armpit, and over his shoulder. "I forgot about this," he said, with a touch of wonder in his voice. "Well, it's been a few days, so you got the surplus," I said, but I knew it was just the surprise of it all. And then I said, "Dude, you are huge. You are DEFINITELY a LOT bigger than last time I saw you." "Really? a LOT?" he asked, simultaneously skeptical and thrilled. Well," I said, "I guess you reach a certain point where even just a quarter of an inch more feels huge, but yeah, you're definitely getting kinda huge." "I never feel like I'm big enough," he said with that typical wail. And we began to get dressed "So have you and your partner had sex yet?" He asked me, apropos of nothing. "You mean, ever? I mean, we've been together over 13 years." "You don't have sex, you said, right?" Not any more, not since the first few years," I said. "Don't you want to?" he asked. I wasn't sure where this was going. But I told him honestly how things were, how I still thought my partner was very attractive but what I wanted most from him now was affection and closeness. We are very physical but that's what matters to me ]"I see you and your partner all the time at that place," he said. I laughed and nodded. "I think my partner likes you, actually," I said. "He always teases me about how much I look at other guys, but when you walk by, it's like he can't even keep talking." "I thought maybe you told him about me or something," he said. So he had noticed it too! Funny. But I said "No... you're just very much his, ah, flavah." He told me his own partner and he don't have sex either. They've only been together about three years. He told me his partner would if he would, but he never wanted to. This sort of surprised me. I suddenly was desperately curious to know what his partner looked like. As he finished dressing, my partner texted to say he was on his way home. The timing had worked out perfectly. I sent him on his way and started dinner. Those words linger in the air in here. Why did he say them over and over? Why does he like my completely mediocre dick so much? Why does he like my schlubby, pasty body when he looks like he does? Why can't I just fuck my cum into him like I want to? Why do I get treated to this at all? Why anything at all? What an amazing, strange experience. I love it. I fucking love it. But I don't, alas, love Ultra Meat. Nor could he love me… right? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I should have read his ad closer. Not that it would have changed anything. I just find I can get distracted by a good picture on a profile and miss details. I mean, how many times have I clicked on a hot guy on MH even though his position said 'bottom' right there before I clicked. Sometimes before I even send a message. I just get caught up now and again. It was no different with another holiday visitor. 30, 5'9", 170, "some hair". I didn't notice that last part at all since his beard fit so nicely with the knit cap he had on in the pic - clearly taken during this winter time trip and not at the warmer location from which he resides permanently. I also missed the part of "I'm into". The listings were Bears, Muscle, Daddies. To be fair to the last guy, I will try not to sell myself short. By current definition of a bear, I am not. I'm at an ideal weight and not husky, chunky, fat....or as most "bears" are today, obese. I am hairy, yes. I'm tall, but not fat. I wouldn't say I'm muscular either. My body is athletic, as I do work on it. I'm getting more definition, but I don't think I'll ever be muscular. As for "daddy", well........ As one person I relayed this story to before writing it, told me to 'get used to it'. But I missed that. Sure he was a bit younger than I, so I wasn't really ready when we were into it to hear him call me "daddy". Sigh. He was staying with friends. He told them he was going out for a run, but in freezing temps, he ran to my house. He showed up at my door with a great face - a handsome face - and a good attitude. Of course, how did I know in his mind he had struck daddy paydirt? I took him upstairs and I had the inexplicable urge to kiss him - and I did. He was a great kisser. Had I looked at that profile, I would have seen that kissing was essential to him, but I never got that far. In his mind, he was in daddy-heaven. I was doing everything right and didn't know it. We both stripped down and when he took off his cap, it is when I noticed he only had slightly more hair than myself. His body was nice and hairy though. He was handsome and I still wanted to kiss him. So I did. He didn't resist. Quite the opposite. But time was limited for both him and myself so we got down to it. He went down on me, but only for a minute. That wasn't what I was looking for and he knew it. I got him sitting on the edge of the bed and knelt between his spread furry legs. I took his 7" into my mouth and slowly, but deliberately took him to his short hairs. That is when I heard it. "OH Daddy......". While I wasn't put off by it exactly, I wasn't sure immediately how to respond. I think it was only a minute or two when I asked him, "do you like that, son?". He did. He liked what I was doing, but he really liked the response. I wouldn't call it role playing, but maybe character sex. I wasn't really pretending to be his father, or setting him up for some father fucking. That said though, at one point, my cock was so hard with him, I did place it against his hole. I got mixed messages of him saying 'never on the first meeting and never raw' with very sexual moans. Maybe I should have just gone for it, but I didn't - one because of his verbal wishes, secondly, because, well, you know how well I top. Since his legs were up and a little back, I dropped to my knees again, as his hole was exposed. I got quite a few more "oh daddy" remarks as I dove into that hole with my tongue and ate him out but good. It was a clean, sweet tasting butt. I could have easily eaten if for another hour, but he had to get back to his friends house. It wasn't supposed to be a long run he was allegedly on. I went back to his cock and fucking made him (and myself) feel good by sucking it. "Does that feel good, boy", I'd ask. "Yeah, daddy.....it does..." The sincerity of which he said all those words made it ok for him to call me a father figure. I mean, I am old enough to be his dad, but..... I kept working that cock until he couldn't hold back. And I didn't want him to. Like the guy a few days before, seven days of semen came pouring out of his shaft and balls. Seven days of semen went into my mouth and down my throat and into my gut. Gladly. Happily. The boy was convulsing. The tremors and after tremors of his orgasm were incredible. He reveled in them and of my abilities - or at least that is what he said. I didn't even have to squeeze to get the last drops. I had already gotten them. Sure I tried to squeeze, but he was coming up dry. A few more kisses for my boy, him getting dressed and he was on his way. He flew out the next day, hopefully his mind and balls a little better for the wear. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I took a risk on a guy I didn't negotiate raw with before agreeing to meet up, mostly because he was really attractive to me-- 27, lithe looking body in his pix, sweet ass, very hipstery arty beardy face. I was kind of smitten and couldn't believe he was hitting me up and things were really progressing along to the point that I would very likely get to watch him sucking my dick within an hour if I kept mum about my desire to ejaculate inside his body. Often I do a weird calculation in my head: with some guys who are really clear about safe-only in their profiles, I will blurt out that I want to fuck them raw because they are (1) not all that cute but I would be happy getting off in them, so I give them the chance to say they want it; (2) totally out of my league so there's probably no point hitting on them but I have nothing to lose because some guys in that league have trouble finding guys who will cum in them; (3) because nothing else will do that day than skin on skin pleasure, no matter how cute the guy is. I've been having enough sex lately that I don't feel starved for the chance to get my bare dick in someone, and yet it's been long enough that if he insisted on a condom I was pent-up enough to probably actually enjoy fucking him wrapped with such full nuts. An odd number of people are hitting on me lately, very attractive people, so I feel kind of like I'm being smiled on by the gods and should not reject these gifts, so I gave him the address and waiting. But I'm reminded I should Always Ask. In the end it's better to know what you're getting into. I sort of feel like an ass now that the sex is over with this kid. He showed up looking taller and lankier than his pictures, and his beard was well on the way to street person territory. His pictures look way dudely, but in person he was pretty flitty and gay. But we kissed and he kissed really, really nice, and even better, when my hand strayed to his chest he whimpered like a little girl. I have often found that dudes with sensitive chests are very easily led down the primrose path to an illicit fuck with my raw dick, so I felt sort of like I'd hit a jackpot. When he knelt down to suck my dick and I felt his VelvetElectric tongue, I felt golden. He had me hard as a rock and I predicted deep bare pleasure in ten. The usual trifecta, though, is good head, sensitive nips, and an out-of-proportion love of being rimmed. And the latter, he was sort of missing. He arrayed his lanky but meaty thighs on the bed just so to perfectly show off his crack, the roundness of his cheeks, his hairy balls, his snakelike uncircumcised dick-- the cleanest uncut dick I've tasted in years; not even a whiff of skank under that foreskin-- but when I ate him out he seemed most sensitive on his balls, which made him gasp, but his hole was not responding, even with flicks to his nipple simultaneously; that snatch was nailed shut. It was unbelievably hot having my face in there, though, so I kept up the one-man-show, thinking of at least five other dudes who would be in orbit right now and begging me to do whatever I wanted to their bodies by this point. I tried to slip a finger into his small tight hole, which did feel awfully liquid and sweet inside, but he pulled my hand out; later he clearly stated fingers irritate him. Oh boy. I fooled around with my dick down there a lot, trying to gauge the situation-- could I slip in at all, would he open? Would he just absorb me into him raw without any further negotiation? When he wasn't sphinx like he was pulling away, which didn't bode well. When I ground my body into his as he lay on his back, he had a strange way of pushing me off him. Maybe it had become clear what I wanted to do. But he also writhed when I pushed myself down on him even harder, and then purred "I want you inside me." I had him suck my dick some more to get as hard as possible to prepare for this, then aimed it down there, and actually popped in for a second. But he pushed me away again-- poor kid, I really am a monster-- and asked if I used condoms. I had actually stored my last SKYN condom next to the bed in case this happened, so I put it on, and as I rubbered up my dick rubbered up too, and I was trying to squeeze into him still very fat but not completely rigid, with all that extra rubbery friction. It wasn't working. "You are really tight," I said, in a bid for the No Shit Sherlock award. I slid off the condom and slicked up my dick with lube, and he reached down for me and held my cock tight. I fucked his hand while holding his hips-- it was incredibly erotic. He said "Yeah a lot of guys have trouble with the condom and everything." I decided not to give up but to keep valiantly trying. He turned onto his stomach again, with one leg hitched up to his side, and I just ate away down there, my mouth getting numb from the lube, but it was so beautiful. His skin was so taught, his flesh so warm and smooth in my hands, those ass cheeks were so inviting. I got very hard in my hand again, and put on a condom HE had brought-- a ridiculous red Lifestyles-- and we tried again. No dice. I got him on his back, and rubbed against him till I was very hard; he still kept pushing me away weirdly and now would no longer kiss me. I suspect he was very annoyed that I'd penetrated him raw at all, even if it was just my very dickhead. But looking at his body, that long dick which did not lie, it was hard and thick with excited blood, made me get hard again-- not as hard as I had been before I knew I had to wear latex, but respectable, and I pushed into him. It felt mighty fine, and I fucked him hard. Condoms almost always put me in this state of being not very hard and extremely excitable at the same time. I only got maybe thirty seconds of stroking before I was cumming in him. He was stroking his long uncut schlong-- long and lax and velvety like the rest of his body-- and I was ejaculating in the condom and pounding my body against his; he seemed to have no clue I was having an orgasm. Feeling a little ridiculous at the whole thing, I decided to give him a bit more of a ride, and kept fucking as best I could; he got even tighter around me, if such a thing were possible, and now my dick was just accordioning in and out while my softening, gooey dickhead was trapped inside his viselike sphincter and the suffocating rubber. He told me to cum and I said I already had and he said Oh wow really and then he made himself cum while I sucked his nips. And then he reached down, very carefully, and pulled me and the condom out, making sure I didn't spill (and, I suspect, still wearing it). He took a shower pretty quickly but was not actually all that weird afterward. We had a nice natural conversation while he dressed, and he admired our Christmas tree, which we are going to take down tonight. He had just moved here from Miami but was OK with the cold. He seemed like a good kid. I don't know exactly how he feels about my attempts to get in him bare, but I now wish I'd just headed it off with a simple question from the start. The head he gave me was so amazing that maybe it would have been better to just have stuck with that. But of course when a bottom wants to get fucked it's usually all he will accept, and if he's a stickler for safe, even my own high-skilled ministrations will not sway him. And honestly, good for him. It's his body. If I were the type to make resolutions, I'd resolve to always ask forever from now on, and then be like everyone else and break the resolution by Martin Luther King day... More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I've been blessed (or plagued?) with an increasingly number of guys associating some of my on-line profiles with this blog. It's flattering. It's disconcerting. I should know there is no true anonymity, but what are you going to do? It's just a little more strange on some of the apps where I'm not identified as 'bikeguy'. Is it possible, I'm too out there? It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it always takes me by surprise, that a.) people read me. b.) people even recognize me by anything other than name. I've always thought myself as a guy who just blends in. A few guys have figured me out after the fact, but now and again, they know beforehand. In theory, this could create for some awkward scenarios, as they have to know I might write about them....and they might have to read about themselves. Yet the other day I had a message from BBRT that a guy was coming into town, reads the blog and wonders if I'd be free. He was at an advantage. As a reader of this blog - he knew what my triggers were; my likes and dislikes. Oddly enough, he was not only visiting from out of town, but staying two streets over with friends. One well placed "need for a walk" and he found himself at my front door. He was handsome. A nice height and weight. A very attractive face and great salt and pepper hair with a greying goatee. His shoes came off, we went upstairs and I was on my knees. This was going to be nothing more than a blowjob - more or less. I know, it was BBRT, but his profile was specific to oral. But I loved his directness: "When my cock is in your mouth, and I start to shoot, I don't pull out. You've gotta be willing to take every drop." That sounds up my alley, no? I will say, at first I was a little disappointed when his briefs came down. While his ad said he was 'average', this looked a little less than. But with some manipulation from my mouth, he did rise to the occassion to have a nice mouthful, but he was correct for average length. And I am good with average, as long as the guy knows how to use it. And he did. But more importantly, it is attitude the trumps everything. He had it - or at least knew my triggers enough to tip the scales in his favor. Like his ad, he was direct. Telling me what to do and how. And fuck, the dirty talk and especially the name-calling just flowed from his mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world for him: faggot, cumwhore, cocksucker, were just a few of the things he said about me. All of them true. Still, it takes a confident voice and man to pull those off - they can be said by anyone, but not everyone can make them resonate. I played with his balls, which made him tremble just a little, but it gave me the idea to not only lick them, but go further around. I mean, you all know how I like to eat ass - and this guy must have too. It was not difficult to get him over to the bed to kneel on it with me right behind him. And I went for it. I dove into that ass, with my beard rubbing in his crack and probably at his hole - though I try to reserve that for my lips and tongue. He was clean and seemed to appreciate my mouth being glued to his shitter. I certainly didn't mind it. Soon he flipped over and was at the edge of the bed while I went to go back to work on his cock. He couldn't be away for much longer without arousing suspicion and well, I wanted that load anyways. Guys traveling at holidays can be the best. Boarding with family or friends for extended periods of time don't allow them to get off much - if at all - and this guy had a seven day load waiting for release. Oddly, my mouth was looking to ingest a seven day load, so it was going to be a win-win. And what a fucking load. Sure I didn't really struggle with it, as I'm a pro, but he had a huge load. I'm guessing he ejaculates a lot on a one or two day load, so a week's worth was just perfect. But he kind of fibbed about not pulling out. The guy was sensitive and wouldn't let me take every drop, though to be fair his profile said I should be 'willing to' take every drop, it didn't mean I'd get it. He dripped onto the quilt which I scooped up and ate, but he was still massively dripping into/onto his hand. He artfully smeared it on my face and in my beard - perhaps at a little prompting from yours truly. Before he dressed he leaned in to kiss me - which was very sensual. It's not a normal thing I do, but I wanted more of it. As he dressed to go, he told me I need to give myself more credit on my looks, as I was underselling myself - which was nice. It got him another kiss. ...and another one at the door before he left. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Last night I shot healthy hot ropes of cum all over Little Beard Big Nose-- that very rare guy who I was willing to fuck over and over. It was altogether a very wistful night: I was in the West Village meeting a very old friend for dinner-- we've known each other since we were 12-- who was leaving NYC for a job in freakin' Texas, of all places (a state very ill-suited to his politics and interests, I think). The dinner itself was very lively and fun as usual, catching up after the holiday, talking about our families, science stuff, art stuff, nerding out completely over Mexican food and drinks. And then it was time to say goodbye to him at the subway; he had an early flight and who knows when I would see him again. It was great being in the same city again for a few years, and he was my best, go-to friend, up for anything, no matter what insane experimental movie, music show, or installation I wanted to drag him to, he'd go. I felt very sad at the subway, and trudged over the filthy piles of snow deeper into the village and found a late night cafe where I could get a cup of coffee and mope. I idly flicked through hookup sites while I drank the coffee but no one was biting; I think it was just so cold everyone was holed up in the warmest corners of their apartments. And then Little Beard Big Nose cruised my profile on Growlr. I remembered him saying he was sort of house sitting for a friend by Union Square. He'd hit me up all last year but timing never worked out and I thought I had moved past him after so many encounters. But it had been a year since I saw him. I thought, what the hell, and sent him a note saying "Oh, still staying in town eh?" And he said "Yes." And I said "Wanna suck my dick?" and he said "Yes." I don't know why telling dudes I want them to suck my dick should be such a simple aphrodisiac, but something about the words SUCK MY DICK just get me going, and instantly make me about three times more attracted to whoever I just said them to. Maybe it was the cocktails, but suddenly this little guy seemed like the best cocksucker in the world, and the instant YES sealed it. I paid for my coffee and trudged over. On the way, I worried about enjoying it much after drinking, and remembered how lightly he sucks dick, and knew I was too full and tired to fuck him; even the idea of eating ass was off-putting on such a full stomach. The streets were deserted, like a neutron bomb had fallen on Washington Square Park; there was not a soul on University. He buzzed me up and made me feel awesome, made me hard, made me horny, made me squirt long thick ropes of cum all over his little body, and then told me that he, too, was leaving New York City. I knew there was a reason I kept going back to him, but I had honestly forgotten what utter sex-crack he is. I have no idea why. I thought I'd seen him out and about a few months ago, and it looked like he was quickly gaining weight in the shape of a basketball under his shirt. But he met me at the door in a little t-shirt and pajama pants, and he looked the same as ever-- just a sweet little body with a huge dick swinging in the pants, and that beard and those eyebrows and that huge honkin' nose that just makes me wanna fuck the shit out of him. He curled into me and we made out and his lips were instantly familiar to me again, and I just wanted to keep kissing. I had to take an urgent leak, though, and when I was done he was leaning back on his bad against the pillows, his legs twitching and shifting around in his pajamas in anticipation. I leaned over him and kissed him more, holding my body away from him, just focusing on his lips. "Take your clothes off, take your clothes off," he whispered urgently in his Italian accent, but I held my body rock-still and just kept kissing him, sucking his neck, and occasionally passing my hand over his little body, feeling his heat and drinking in his incredible scent. He was wearing a little cologne, just a whiff, but it couldn't hide the intoxicating soup of chemicals his skin wafted into the air into my nostrils. Despite the drinks and my unpleasantly full belly, these chemicals went right to my spine and made my dick harden in my pants. He clutched up at me, driven crazy by the kissing, and finally began pulling my sweater and t-shirt up over my head even as our lips remained locked. I decided to put him out of his misery and stood up and undressed. He pulled down his pajamas and that monster schlong of his, looking ridiculously huge on his tiny frame, sprung out into the room, painfully hard, angrily red, beautifully curved up so slightly the way only a beautiful dick curves, glistening at the tip. My own dick was not quite as hard but he dived for it and gave me that gentle head he gives. I didn't push it; the kissing had gotten me so excited I didn't really worry about performing, and just let him do what he wanted. The radiator began a long, loud hiss and he feasted hungrily on my dick as I gazed down imperiously at his little body. I pulled my dick out after a while and lay down on my, sliding my slick meat alongside his monster tubesteak, and he wrapped himself around me tightly, and I just stroked my dick up and down beside his. And just this simple motion was fucking heaven. "I missed you so much, man," he whispered urgently in my ear. "God you feel so good, I missed you." I gripped one buttock and pulled him to me, and held the back of his head with the other, and thrust against his body, and we kissed the whole time. I felt like I could cum; I am cumming so fast lately, in a way I like how much I want to cum these days, but it does make it harder to enjoy a long protracted session. I inched my hand deeper and deeper into his crack and slid one finger in his hole and felt his dick instantly harden and lengthen and throb noticeably against me. "Oh God," he said, and pushed his body tighter against mine. We were not fucking, but this was extremely intense. I have never felt so desired. I still felt unpleasantly full from the big dinner and humping up against him was a little more exertion than I felt capable of so stuffed like this. So I lay back and let him climb up between my legs and suck my dick. Now that I was hard as a rock the small motions of his tongue were just fine; much more and I would be fighting the urge to cum in him nonstop, the pleasure would be painful. This was simple and light and I just admired his tight little back, his sweet rump shining under the lamp light. I was leaning up against the painted brick wall; Grace Jones was growling quietly on the radio beside the bed; the radiator kept hissing. I felt like this was a wonderful New York experience somehow. He was in his own private reality between my thighs with my dick bouncing around his face and in and out of his mouth. But looking at that ass got to me, so I slid off the bed and ate it out and felt all his muscles between his legs tense and relax at my attentions; I held his dick and it felt like a rocket that would take off any minute, it was straining away from his body with an intense general desire. He had told me he had no lube, and I remembered he was a tough fuck, but at this moment I wanted nothing more than to plow his little body and seed it deep. I put my dick between his cheeks and cooed at how beautiful his ass looked with my dick in it, and he flopped around on the bed, arms stretched out and palms down on the bed above his head, face to the side, screwed up with intense pleasure. "God I missed you," he said for the nth time. I couldn't get my dick in him, obviously, so I turned him on his back again, and again slid my dick alongside his, and just this contact, just that hard meat touching mine in gay communion, was enough to make my nuts break. I reared up just in time to shoot the first long rope on his beard, and the rest all over his little body. I was still squirting feebly when he said, "Put it in my mouth put it in my mouth," urgently pounding his tool, and I complied, letting the last few pulses leak into his mouth, and he used the acrid taste of my manly pleasure to get himself off, small beads of juice appearing at the end of his hard red dick and dripping into the light hair on his belly as he climaxed. As usual, the second he was done cumming, he jumped up to clean up and, for whatever reason, get away from me. I lay back on the bed, breathing hard, and said with a plaintiveness that surprised me, "Don't kick me out yet." It was freezing outside and I guess I liked having this little circle of familiar warmth around me having said goodbye to my old friend an hour before. "I'm not going to kick you out!" he said, wiping himself with a towel, "no no! Just cleaning up." But when he got back in bed it seemed a little reluctant and he lay at a strange angle that made it hard for me to do anything but drape an arm over his shoulder. And this is when he told me he'd quit the apartment in my neighborhood-- he'd lived just down the street, another reason it was easy to constantly put my dick in him-- and moved south of the Park, where he would return after his house-sitting stint. And then he told me he would be moving to Central America by the summer. He was totally over our neighborhood, totally over New York. A common trope here now is that money has ruined everything, it feels like nothing is going on, the crowds that are pushing here are not the same crowds that used to, full of spirit and art and fun. Now everything is just full of money and attitude. I could agree to a point, but he has lived here 17 years, and I just 4-- he slapped me on the stomach and told me I was too new to feel any kind of cynicism-- and has seen a lot of changes. It was the longest conversation we'd ever had, and I learned a little bit about what his life had been like, and wistfully wish I had known him a little better. But of course now he was already on the way out. Halfway through the conversation he sat up, curling up his little body with crossed legs out of arm's reach, but he looked at me and talked in a very animated way. I couldn't help feeling my spirits sinking inside me as time wound down and I dressed to go out. We both agreed it was good we got together before he would go again-- his new apartment would be hard to get to without a car or a long subway ride, and I know how I am, I will be putting my dick in new guys closer by, and before long, he'd be in another country. But I really *am* glad we got one last hurrah, and wish now I had been carrying lube, had eaten less, and could send him to Guatemala with some of my cum in him. But we got what we got. On the short walk to the subway the street was completely deserted; I have never seen that part of town empty, ever. Underground, three hysterical young black queens were having some complicated issue with their metro cards as I pushed my way through the turnstile beside them, and the platform downstairs was empty; I'd apparently just missed a train and would have to wait almost 20 minutes. A drum and squawky sax boomed somewhere in the distance, as always at Union Square, even at 2am. Everyone that floated down to the platform as I waited looked sad and tired and dressed up to play New York. The train rumbled and the car that stopped in front of me was half empty, with people dying to get out; the cold night has turned the subway into a homeless encampment. I dashed down to the next car, and gazed into space as I thundered back to my home. It was quiet aboveground here as well-- just too cold for anyone to go out and have a good time on a Friday night. I woke up earlier than I wanted because of the alcohol. My partner woke up too, and I told him a little about my night with my friend, and whimpered that I was still tired. He stroked my back until I fell asleep again; when I woke up, the bed was empty as he'd gone to work. It's a brilliant clear day outside. The snow is melting from the streets. Spring-- one of my favorite times in New York City-- is still three months away. My friend texted me cheerily from an obscenely long layover in Philadelphia. I read a New York Magazine article that showed me three things I desperately want to do and will probably forget to do. Pieces drop out of your life and later, pieces drop in. In the meantime there is cold, and white, hard light, and warm spots, and steaming coffee, and waiting. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Why haven't I heard about this porn studio/website earlier? This venue is the most interesting discovery of the past year...RawOreo.com, and it is exactly what its name suggests and delivers: Interracial bareback porn from deep in the heart of Texas. Most porn studios do their best to cover all the bases, and nobody does it better than Treasure Island Media. Within TIM videos, one finds a wide range of scenes including leathermen, muscle daddies, preppies, gymbots, hustlers, bears and cubs, ethnics, drunks, and street pigs. Other studios have followed suit, but RawOreo is concentrating on young black thug tops matched up with skinny, wiry, white pussyboi bottoms, and let's the sparks fly. The mastermind behind this concept appears to be Machofucker favorite, Frost, who stars (sleazily in a spectacular way) in all of the videos supported by a bunch of passive white lads, all getting fucked by lean, mean black dudes. There's the usual streaming, but only 4 or 5 dvds out as of this New Year, but we are so looking forward to what they come up with in 2014. Go to RawOreo, courtesy of the FrostedMediaGroup, and get educated as I did, and enjoy these raw, uninhibited, genuinely trashy exhibitions of hot interracial bareback mansex. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I ran over to the West Village to squirt my semen in the creamy, smooth, shapely buttocks of a very handsome little fellow. He hit me up on BBRT with pictures that had not yet been approved, so I assume he had just created his profile, and by the time I was done stuffing him full of cock and cum an hour and a half later, I found out why. I don't spend much time talking to dudes with no pix, but he told me he could mail them to me. I had them in two minutes, and they looked mighty fine-- a sweet, beautifully proportioned, naturally muscular body, perfectly smooth which is not my favorite but given that v-shaped curve leading from his armpit to his little waist, I didn't care. His face was a little boyish/impish for me in the photos, but when I asked him if he wanted me to come over there and eat out his ass and flood it with cum, he immediately said "Yes" and included his cell number. I had his address in five minutes and was out the door to deep dick his sweet little body. He had told me he was in the "studio" which I took to mean basement apartment of the brownstone I arrived at. As I approached the gate to go down, a really cute guy walked up to me, calling out, "Hello!" I turned and started walking up to him, thinking wow he looks REALLY good in person, only to realize before reaching for his hand that this was not him but some random guy talking on his cell phone who happened to be perfectly facing me as he approached. I felt like an idiot and turned back to the gate; the guy on the phone barely even registered this weird horny dude approaching him. I fumbled around with the gate and went down into a very gloomy spot under the stairs, and the door underneath opened. He looked much, much better than his pictures-- maybe not as hot as the dude on the phone, who was hairy and bearded and totally my type, but he didn't look at all impish in real life, much more handsome and glamorous almost, like a 50s movie star. His little body sang out to my nuts from inside his baseball shirt and cargo pants-- he filled his clothes out beautifully and I longed to peel them off him and get my dick inside him. He was kind of chatty and flitty and I thought maybe he wasn't attracted to me, but when I pulled him to me he swung his hips against mine and wrapped his hands around me and let me suck on his neck with a grateful sigh that things were beginning. We kissed and groped each other and I was feeling very fine, but then he said he needed to take a leak. "I've had a bunch of beer," he said apologetically, and I told him that as long as he was going to go, so should I. He let me go first, and then told me to go get in his bed. I always feel a little self-conscious getting naked before festivities are well under way; my body sucks and I don't get hard instantly like some guys, and I'm a real grower. But his energy was good and so I did as he said, hopped in his bed wearing just a t-shirt, opened my legs, and waited. When he came in he started stripping too, and told me to take off the shirt. I glumly obeyed, but he crawled up to me, seemingly happy with my middle-aged schlubbiness, and we made out some. He bent down and sucked my dick into his handsome lips and worked my meat over with strange, long strokes of intense suction, stretching me out like cock-flavored taffy. I stroked my fingers along his stubbled jaw, which was strongly chiseled into his skin and had a curve to it that was exciting to trace with my hands as he sucked me in and streeeetched me out, sucked me in and streeeetched me out. His big shoulders and rock-hard arms were out of sight. But all this was exciting me more in my mind and in my nuts than the technique was making my dick hard, and I worried I would easily cum before I was even erect. So I pulled him up to kiss some more, then slid behind him and ate out his sweet, plump, round, hairless ass. He was oddly quiet through all this. But it made my dick hard as a rock-- his legs were thick with firm muscles and I was able to suck both of his balls into my mouth at the same time while making the rounds down there between his legs. So I brought my now hard and respectably big dick up to his face, and watched him suckle me beside him, eyes closed angelically, body sprawled out on the mattress showing off all the beautiful curves, valleys, and dimples of his shape. Very exciting. I slid back behind him, ate him out a little more, and as he huffed and huffed on poppers, I slid my dick into him-- once I found the right angle, it went in in one smooth motion. His ass was perfect and I watched my dick slide in and out of it with an animal stupidity. I've slid my dick in and out of hundreds of asses at this point. And I never get tired of the sight. It is a primal thing, there is a circuit in my brain that evolved to recognize the beauty of this act. I still felt like I could cum any second, so I slid in and out of him very slowly, with long deep strokes, pulling all the way out each time, so I could see my engorged dickhead appearing and disappearing from his body. And then I lay my body down on his, sucked on his ear, pressed on him with all my weight, and pushed in deep so my meat would graze his prostate over and over. The look on his face was almost the look of a contortion of pain. I asked if he was ok, and he nodded-- he looked like he might cry. I held his body and stroked him while I fucked him long and slow again-- all the way in, all the way out-- hoping he was feeling some of the pleasure I was feeling. It was very hard to tell. I flipped him on his back, and he pulled back his legs, and I was able to push my dick back into him this way completely unguided-- just a press of my hips and I was sinking back in. His insides were beautifully slippery and viscous and warm. His face opened completely, and he stared at me with a naked interest as I drilled into him. Again it was very hard to gauge-- almost a hard appraising look, a satisfaction that I was clearly losing control and getting very hot under the collar. His body was so beautiful below me, those thick limbs, those big shoulders, that sweetly handsome face and milky skin so aberrant against all that corporeal manliness. I fucked him slow and kissed him and told him how good he was making me feel, and he smiled at me knowingly and just kept watching. My dick was screaming in agony with the need to cum, and again, like last time, I felt a long viscous snake of semen work its way out of my nuts, through all my tubes, and out my dickhole and into his body. I held still and let it go, and some of the pressure was eased and now of course he was very wet inside with both our secretions mingling there in the dark. I fucked him more athletically, and he kept saying my name, kept saying "I like it, , it feels good, ". I'm always a little weirded out when dudes say my name when I'm fucking them-- I always wonder if it isn't a little put-on, and I wasn't even sure I remembered what his name was at the time-- but I assume it means he's really feeling something if he wants to say my name. So I kept fucking him and looking into his eyes until I was losing it again. I felt myself cumming so I stepped it up and rammed him hard, pounding him into the mattress as I sprayed out my load; the fucking was so hard I couldn't even feel my dick pulsing because I was hammering it into him so forcefully. When my orgasm ebbed I just keep plowing, it felt so good to stretch and pound against his meaty body, and he reached down to his dick for the first time and began pulling on it, staring at me with a rapt expression, clearly enjoying the power he had over my nuts. But he wasn't hard and it didn't look like he would cum any time soon. I stopped the onslaught, and kissed him deeply, just feeling the warmth from my groin radiate all over my body, and then I pulled up, left my tool buried in him deep, and just touched his beautiful white body all over. "God that felt good," I said. "I drank way too much," he said, "that's why I can't get hard. I had two tequila shots and two beers." I faintly smelled alcohol on his breath. I was stroking his body all over and still pushing my dick in him as deep as it would go. "Well, MY dick got hard!" I said proudly, and he murmured something like "good". We had an absurd conversation as I felt his hole tighten around my softening dick; he hadn't worked today and had spent the day blowing off some steam, and his apartment was nice, blablabla... and my dick was still inside him. Finally I decided it might be good to pull out and talk from a more reasonable position, so I pulled, and slowly I popped out. I lay back beside him and he curled up to me very nicely, like a cat. His beautiful hip was on display as he draped his leg over me. He had lived in this apartment "forever", he said. "Back when it was cheap!" I said; the West Village is now ridiculously expensive but was not really so maybe 15 years ago. He told me it was still cheap. We bonded a bit over living in buildings that were affordable by mortals when we bought them but which are now available only to people orders of magnitude richer than us. "Alienating is a good way to put it," he said when I suggested that's how it felt to me. And I noticed he was getting very interested in the things I was saying, and curling up to me a bit more. He told me he would leave New York if he won the lottery and could set himself up wherever; he grew up in Jersey and had basically always lived around here. We talked a little about other places I'd lived and why I don't miss DC. A sweet circle of intimacy was drawing up around us, but I felt a little threatened by it; I figured it might be good to mention casually that I had a partner, in case he was feeling a little too cuddly or led on. So I casually said, "I have a lot of old friends here, and I have a partner, so I don't meet tons of new people out and about. But I find New York a friendlier place that DC or other places were." And it was as I expected; he pulled away a bit, and said, "Oh, you have a partner." And I simply said I did, and deflected the conversation a bit to the holidays. And this is when he really shut down. "I went to New Jersey with my boyfriend to be with my family," he said, moving to lie on his back. "Ah, you have a boyfriend?" I asked, a little relieved-- I wasn't crushing some dream he might have of seeing me again or something-- but also a little puzzled, because he had clearly recoiled when I said I was hitched. "Does he live here with you?" "No," he said. "He lives down the street. And he broke up with me yesterday to be with his partner of 14 years." YOWCH! Breaking up with someone on New Year's Day! That shit is COLD. Things suddenly made some sense to me-- the new profile, the sudden urgency about hooking up, the boozing, the weird detachment during sex, everything. He was trying to get over one man by getting under another one. I felt terrible for him. "Oh man," was all I could say. He was getting up and picking up his clothes. Apparently they had been together for about 5 months. "To be honest, I'm a complete emotional wreck today." I got up and put my arms around him and told him it was OK and to be expected. He kissed me and I held him a little. Then he pushed away a little and changed his tone of voice and asked me about work. We chatted a bit and I got dressed and wavered between trying to comfort him somehow and getting out of his hair. When I was finally dressed he looked at my body and legs forlornly, then focused on my safety orange sneakers. "Nice shoes," he said, and looked at me with a sad smile. I pulled him to me and kissed him one last time, told him I had a good time and would love to come back and fuck him sometime when he was feeling better. He said he thought that should happen. And he let me out. It had started snowing while we were fucking; hard little pellets were now banging against me in a brisk wind. But the street was totally silent, a very non-New York silence. It reminded me of when I was a kid, and we got a rare snow down there, and everything would have that unusual quietness, and anyone you saw in the street, people who would normally ignore you, would smile and say hello. I felt terrible for the guy on the way back to the subway, and thought about him getting online and defiantly fucking someone else as if to say good riddance. I wondered how the sex would have been if he had been in a different mental state. Or if he'd hooked up with someone else who had fucked him mechanically. Or if I hadn't ever mentioned my partner at all-- I would have had this deeply intimate encounter, penetrated and ejaculated in his body, and never known what was really going on inside him. The snow is deepening as I write this, and he's there alone in his basement apartment with my cum inside him and a missing boyfriend. I cooked a nice dinner for my partner and we will cuddle up to watch TV later. I wish that guy well, but can't help but feel that despite filling him up for a while with what I had, I somehow took even more from him when he had nothing else to give. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just dumped load # two of the new year in my neighbor's mouth. He texted me by asking me if I want service. I asked him if he wanted a load. He told me he wanted my load. I walked over and gave it to him. He's a great cocksucker. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... To break up the long drive home from my hometown to Brooklyn, we stopped off Sunday and Monday night in DC-- the bareback capital of the world, seems like. Even half the safe-only guys there just need a picture of me shooting a geyser-like load and a pinky-swear promise that I'm really negative to open up for the deluge. Despite a busy schedule of seeing friends and working remotely from there, I felt confident I would be able to find one last cute guy to manhandle and squirt my ejaculate in for 2013. I forgot, however, that DC is *also* the flake and nut capital of the world. I can't tell you how many guys who are exactly my type led me on, got my dick hard in my pants, and then wouldn't follow through, over and over, for two days. One guy with a sweet hairy little body who was barely half a mile from where I was working hit ME up, did almost all the talking about how hot my dick and cum looked, how much he needed to be plowed and seeded, and then when I asked where he was and when he was free, he blocked me! WTF! One guy with a perfect body responded to my advances, saying, "It would be rude not to take a top's cum if he asks"-- SPROING-- but then begged off till a time later when I couldn't hook up. And on and on. It was also amusing how many guys are still on the same sites with the same pictures from long before I moved from there, over four years ago. But finally, in maybe the last two hours I even had available in town, an adorable 28 year old appeared on BBRT, was only a few blocks away from the coffee shop where I was working, and was actually ready for me to come dick him down. I packed up work for the day and headed over and this kid basically made my dick melt inside him. It was a fantastic end to a year of fucking. He met me at the door wearing a tank top and tight little boxer briefs. His body, as in the pictures, was slender, rather dark-skinned, and beautifully, lightly hairy all over, with soft pitch-black hairs that just invited a long slow touch. He didn't seem to mind that I had just finished a late lunch-- I kinda wanted to borrow some toothpaste or beg some gum off him first-- but instead just leaned in for a kiss and wrapped his little body around me and made my dick begin to swell. Some guys just kiss in a way that makes you hungrier and hungrier for more kissing, and this kid had it. He was sensual as a cat and I wanted to put my dick in him so bad I could taste it. While we made out in that intense, sensual way, he reached down and began working my belt to free my meat. As he wrestled with it and the buttons on my pants, I groped his sweet little body. He was not hard or muscular, and seemed like the kind of guy who might have lost a lot of weight recently, with that quality to the skin. His little ass was not as voluptuous as I might have liked but fit nicely in the palms of my hands. And incongruously on this rather soft, languid body, he had a hard, meaty, very ample chest! This was actually a real turn-on. He pulled my pants down to my knees, and knelt on the floor, and sucked my still only just-hardening dick into his mouth, and from then on, I was not in control of my own genitals. They were totally his. He bragged in his profile about how orally skilled he was, and he was not lying. With each suck of my dickhead, blood pumped into my shaft, and I know he enjoyed feeling his mastery over me. It was obvious. He had pulled me out of my pants mostly flaccid, and knew that each millimeter of length added to my dick, each degree of hardness pushing through the shaft, was totally his doing. He gave such beautiful head that my balls were instantly aching to cum in him-- as soon as my dick was completely hard, my nuts were really to release. I fought the urge and kept pulling his face up to mine to kiss him and give my poor, excited tool a break. I hoped that eventually I could get used to the pleasure of the oral so that I could slide into his sweet, sweet, SWEET fuckeable little body and get all the pleasure out of it I could. I kept telling him to suck me slow, and he would comply, but he loved my dick, and inevitably sucked me harder and deeper and faster, just from natural pleasure in working over my meat. So fuckin beautiful. I pulled off his shirt and held those weirdly meaty, hard, hairy pecs in my palms while he worked my dick over. And then I pulled him to his feet, ripped off the rest of his clothes and then mine, and led him to the bed, pushing him on his back, and lowering my bulk onto his unbelievably inviting little body. He hitched his legs around my waist tight and wrapped his arms around my neck and I sucked his lips, nuzzled his neck, and held his face while my body melted into his. I couldn't keep this up for long, though it was completely delicious to us both-- I still could barely control my dick. Sometimes the pressure to cum is so great you can feel it behind your eyes, like you might actually start to tear up with the intensity of the need shooting from your nads to your brain. I could barely register everything that was happening. He had completely overwhelmed me with desire. I flipped him over and put my face in his very hairy ass. I must admit his ass smelled extremely assy. Not dirty or anything, but this was clearly an ass I was delving into, and not some antiseptic ice cream sundae. My tongue found his hole in that dark thicket of hair and it was velvety, liquid, yielding, and squeaky clean. Licking his nuts made his whole body convulse electrically, and he grasped my body with his legs every time, like the involuntary motions of a crab's pincers. He shook with pleasure and I couldn't believe my luck in finding such a young, cute, perfectly sexually tuned creature. I had to get my dick in him. But first the need to somehow, somehow get my shrieking cock under control. I couldn't even stroke it while eating him out-- I would have shot all over his box spring. I climbed back on the bed, and leaned back against the pillows, laid my thighs open wide, and pointing my dick at him. He jumped to attention, clambered over, and sucked me back down. He was so beautiful with my dick in his mouth. I stroked his jet-black eyebrows, I caressed his sweet stubbled jaw, and he just kept up that perfect tonguing of all the best spots on my dick. Time stopped. I wished I could lay there forever with his face in my lap and my arms sprawled across the pillows, getting my fucking dick sucked so perfectly. After a while I felt a little less urgent about the need to shoot my wad in him. I put my hand between his shoulder blades, pulled my dick out of his hungry little mouth, and slid around behind him. I hitched his ass up to my face and ate him out some more, still delighted by his exquisite sensitivity to my tongue in his ass. And then I put the tip of my dick against his hole, and very gently pushed. He moved like he was sleepwalking, looking back at me, looking down at the bed, and as slow as in a dream, he pushed his body back against my prong. I felt the head S L O W L Y sliding into his hole, millimeter by millimeter; his little round asscheeks covered with that black fur looked so beautiful impaling themselves on my glistening white ramrod. But he could not take me quickly, I think my thickness hurt him a little, and he had to pull away, but then immediately felt the need for my dick again, and slowly backed onto me again. I knew I could not fuck myself into him; I had to let him come to me. I very gently held his hips-- a bottom loves to feel a top's hands on his hips, and this made his hole noticeably open to swallow me a bit better, but he kept getting stuck on the very widest, fleshiest part of my dickhead. Needless to say this teasing of my throbbing glans was fucking heaven. I knew I would be in him soon. I knew already how insanely perfect his velvety slick innards were going to feel. I melted and melted all around my rock-hard tool. My dick was hard and the rest of me was a puddle. But I focused. I put my hands on each side of his sweet little torso, and with gentle fingers I lightly stroked backward as he again tried to take my inside him. I made gentle, gentle "come here" motions against his body, very slowly stroked down his sides and then up under his thighs. "Come here, little body," my touches said. "I will not hurt you, I want it as much as you do, but first you have to take me in. Come here, trust me, I am only going to give you pleasure, come here." And he came here, and my dick popped past the last of his resistance, and I let it sink naturally into him, slithering down into the deepest spot inside him without any force on my part. It was just a case of cock fitting into hole, going where it was most needed. And slowly I drilled him. He grimaced and winced and I felt him begin to pulse all around me involuntarily. I pulled out very very slowly and he gasped and nodded with his eyes closed. I asked if he was ok and he said he was. "But can we use some lube?" he asked. "Just let me fool around a little before that," I said, and pulled all the way out and ate his ass some more. He completely lost his mind, and vibrated all around me with desire. I wanted to taste him naturally before we involved anything artificial. I got him ready for more dick, and slowly sank into him again, and pushed in deep this time, and a jolt shot through his body. He loved my dick and I loved his hole and this is how it should always be, top and bottom, cock and hole, in and out. I pulled out and let him slather himself up with some gun oil. And then put my dick back in and now it was just unbelievably slick down there, we formed a well-oiled machine together and I fucked him good. I turned him on his back and pushed into him again and improbably this felt even better than fucking him from behind. I kept feeling that pressure behind my eyes, the feeling of completely unraveling from the inside out, that melting, that giving up control, that need to put everything inside him. "I have to fuck you slow," I kept whining in his ears. "I want to fuck you so hard, but it feels so good, I don't want to cum, I have to fuck you slow," and he wrapped himself around me tighter and felt the same, I know it. And a little bit of cum began oozing out of my dick into him, hard but not pulsing, just a hydraulic release of pressure. It was intense. I felt everything, I felt the air in the room move, I felt the world turning, and I felt my nuts melting into him. I held stock-still till the jet of cum had finished running through me and into him. And I knew this mini-ejaculation had bought me maybe ten more minutes of real fucking. I hitched his legs over my elbows and raised his body high and ran him through with my tool and his eyes flew open WIDE, he moaned and flailed in the air, because my prick was hitting that delicious gland inside him and filling him with the pleasure I was feeling in myself. And I fucked him with long deep strokes, but still had to go slow, and I lifted him in the air again and fucked him like that, with his body spilling back from my arms and his legs helpless and accepting of my hammering. So fucking beautiful. I pushed his legs back far and lowered my body on his and kissed him and resumed my fucking. He was jelly on the bed. My bones were liquefied. We fit together perfectly. He seemed amazed how we could fuck so close like this. He stared into my face and I kept laughing and shaking my head and he smiled too and we fucked and fucked and I said, "I have to cum in you, I can't hold back any more, I have to cum," and he said, "Let it go, cum in me," and I fucked HARD and I felt everything loosen and all that pleasure left my body through my dickhole and I felt it all enter him, I filled him with everything I had but I kept on fucking and fucking because he was so beautiful, and my dick stopped pulsing and I was sweating like a pig but I kept fucking my dick into him because it was still hard and if I had my way I would fuck him forever. I fucked and fucked until my dick was too soft to slide in and out so I just pushed it in, and sucked his nips and sweat on him, and I felt him reach for his dick and beat himself off. I looked in his eyes and he started at me as he got himself off. I worried he would not get himself there, but then I felt his muscles spasming all around my dickhead, soft right inside his sphincter, and he massaged my softening tool with his own orgasm. He came all around me and I am hard just thinking of it, why can't all bottoms make me feel this way? My whole body was on fire and full of desire even though I'd already cum. We laughed and disengaged. "I am so fucking sweaty, I'm sorry," and he said he liked it and didn't care. "You made me so fucking hot!" I couldn't believe it and kept exclaiming. He told me he really needed this fuck, that he was kind of seeing someone who "wouldn't put out." And he told me he was normally top in a relationship, but had to bottom for casual sex, "It's weird. Topping is hard." And we talked a bit about this, about how topping requires a certain amount of confidence that even I did not have in my 20's. He told me he still had some body issues-- I guess I was right about him having been heavier before, but he looked beautiful now. I felt rather avuncular towards him, and having stuffed him with dick and flooded him with cum I now wanted to fill his head with advice. We had a very lively conversation about dating and sex while I showered and dressed. He's a great guy. I hope I get the chance to fuck him again. He actually had been up here, in the next neighborhood up a while back, and we tried to connect here but couldn't. So maybe there will be opportunities. Or maybe this will just be a one-off, my last sexual memory of 2013, the bang that the old year went out with, figurative in two different ways! I loved fucking this kid and seriously feel like I left a bit of myself inside him along with my semen. God, I love to fuck. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just got back from visiting a bud I hadn't seen since October. He told my the load was huge, AND it tasted great. Always love to hear that. More...